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If you want to get in, you need permission... From the invincible shut-in. I'm sorry to say, though... You don't have that permission. So I'll need to run an extermination. Well? What will it be? Give me your best shot.
heya gachi gang! we're nearly halfway through s1 which is awesome! that being said, this is an episode that the gachi fandom has been dreading for awhile, so i think a little psa is in order.
first off, please do not jump into calling this character who will be introduced fan service or gooner bait or what have you. gachi has an incredible variety of fem characters and this is just one of many. please give the anime time to reveal her story, and see what's going on.
if you've praised gachi for its lack of fan service, please extend some trust that the characters haven't been designed lightly in gachiakuta.
that being said, please enjoy gachiakuta, and perhaps give my content warnings for the coming episodes a glance.
EVERYONE BE CAREFUL. ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN PHISHING SITE (first link)
(the link is purple bc i clicked on it to get the link w/o special characters to report to various phising page report places).
the page leads to what appears to be the normal archive page, w/ the popup about the privacy policy & everything, with the url https://xn--iao3-lw4b.ws/media DO NOT LOG IN. THEY ARE HERE TO STEAL YOUR LOGIN CREDENTIALS. LOOK AT URLS BEFORE ENTERING ANY PERSONAL INFO.
જ⁀➴ In which, Gaku doesn’t understand the homework, but helps you survive it just by being there.
Your pencil stopped mid-equation.
This was the third time you’d restarted the same problem. The page was a mess—crossed out numbers, half-solved lines, a coffee stain from earlier when you’d given up and laid your head on the desk.
You sighed. “I hate this.”
A quiet knock, then the door opened.
Gaku stepped in, slow like always, hands in his pockets, eyes skimming the room. He didn’t say anything right away. Just stood there for a second, taking in the disaster zone of your desk.
“You’ve been at it for a while.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
He walked over and pulled out the chair beside you. It scraped a little on the floor. He didn’t flinch at the sound, just sat down and leaned back, gaze landing on the open textbook like it personally offended him.
“What is it?”
“Kinematics.”
He squinted. “Is that the one with ramps?”
You blinked. “Kind of.”
“Mm.” He shrugged. “Can’t help.”
You shot him a look. “Then why are you here?”
He glanced at you, then at the mess on your desk. “Dunno. Thought you might throw yourself out the window.”
You snorted under your breath. “Tempting.”
He didn’t smile, but something about his expression loosened. Gaku leaned forward, elbows on the table now, eyes on your notes.
You turned back to the problem.
Your pencil hovered over the page, and you tried again—slower this time. Gaku didn’t say anything. Just sat there like background noise, quiet and solid.
Two lines in, you hesitated.
“That formula look right to you?” you asked, not expecting an actual answer.
He leaned over, scanned it, then tapped the top corner of the page. “You wrote the wrong number there earlier.”
You frowned. “Wait… oh. Shit, you’re right!!”
“Yeah.” He leaned back again. “I’ve been watching you mess it up for fifteen minutes.”
“You could’ve said something.”
“You looked busy.”
You shook your head, but a small laugh slipped out. Somehow, the problem felt less impossible now. Not because it made more sense—but because he was sitting there, watching like it wasn’t a big deal. Like he’d keep watching, even if it took all night.
“You still suck at physics, right?” you asked, glancing at him.
“Completely.”
“And you’re still gonna sit here?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“…Okay,” you said quietly.
You picked up your pencil again.
The scratch of graphite filled the silence. Gaku didn’t move, didn’t rush you. Just sat there with one leg stretched out under the table and his head tilted like he was halfway to dozing off.
A few minutes passed.
You solved one equation. Then another. Slower, but cleaner this time. Gaku occasionally pointed out a skipped step or an extra number, not because he understood the physics—just because he noticed things.
You reached the last question on the page. Your wrist ached. Your brain was fried. But you could see the finish line.
“Almost there,” you muttered.
“Good,” he said, voice even.
Then, after a pause,
“If you finish in the next ten minutes, I’ll give you… I dunno. Tons of kisses or something.”
You froze. Glanced over at him.
He was staring straight ahead like he hadn’t just said that. Like it was the most normal offer in the world. No smirk, no blush—just that same calm, blank look.
You looked back at your paper, ears warm, heart doing something stupid. Then you picked up your pencil again—faster this time.
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The crossings boarders are closed again these days and war return in Gaza.
We are currently facing an unimaginable and heartbreaking situation in Gaza. After receiving orders from the Israeli Forces to evacuate our area, we were forced to leave our tent, running for safety while bombs rained down around us. We fled with nothing, seeking refuge in another area that, unfortunately, is just as unsafe, leaving us exposed to constant danger.
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I'm Areej I was an English teacher and a creative writer at we are not numbers
Areej Kassab is an English teacher who graduated from Al-Azhar University. She has many international certificates in teaching, such as PCEL
before war and everything change after October 7. Also I'm a creative writer at we are not numbers.
Also I am a mother of three children. We have lived through the war for a year and a half, and we have lost everything we own. My husband is a man who did not work. Before the war, I did not have a breadwinner or any source of income. During the war I didn't give up to teach so I volunteered and had good chance to help some students to get engaged again with English in a very creative way.
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Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
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Hello, my name is Areej. I was an English teacher before the war and a creative writer at We Are Not Numbers, but everything changed after O
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