The Three Sages and "I Can Never Share My Life with Sine, Cosine, and Tangent"

I cannot be friends with sine, cosine, and tangent.
The teacher says, "If you can't do this, you'll be in trouble in the future."
I think, "Is the future made of right-angled triangles?"
A circle drawn in my notebook. Three symbols lined up there.
Everyone calls their names and laughs.
But to me, they only ever look likethey are staring at me with angular faces.

A spiral rises round and round from the center of the circle.

Pythagoras:
"You can't understand sine? That means God didn't allow you 'vertical swaying.' It's okay,

life always fails horizontally anyway."

Kiyoshi Oka:
"A student I once saw called sin(θ) 'Who is Sin?'. That was a wonderful idea. You should also name your 'lack of understanding' and nurture it."

Leonardo:
"In my time, there was no such thing as trigonometry. But when I was painting, if I thought 'this angle is somewhat erotic,' it was usually tan(θ)=1. In other words,

sex appeal is at 45 degrees."

"But, even so! Those guys in the textbook are too close, it's creepy!"
"Isn't it a bit arrogant to say everything can be expressed just by having an angle?"
"In the first place, isn't life
a maze, not a triangle?""Even though it's cos, it looks like an introvert and is too precise, and tan is too unstable because it diverges!!"

Pythagoras laughed and said.

"Then, shall we start from the 'circle'? All relationships come full circle and are connected."

Kiyoshi Oka wrote softly in the notebook.

"Sine, and the heart, are both waves. Do not fear the amplitude."

Leonardo whispered at the end.

"If you feel you don't understand, it just means you haven't encountered the beauty yet."

That night, I closed my math notebook and turned off the light.
Tomorrow is the test.
But today, I won't fight anymore.
Trigonometry? Who cares about that.
We aren't friends. I don't have to force myself to get along with them anymore.

But—

Waves wash in from the depths of sleep.

At first, a soundless sin(θ) quietly brushed against my feet.
Next, cos(θ) was sitting beside me with an indifferent look on its face.
Tan(θ) suddenly screamed infinity as it dashed into the sky, distorting space.

Stop it... don't come over here...!

But the waves would not stop.
In my dream, a circle began to spin round and round, and the angle increased.
0°, 30°, 45°, 60°, 90°... how far will it go?
Before I knew it, the floor of my dream became the x-axis and y-axis, and I lost my balance on top of them.

Questions of functions raining down like gravity.
Countless hands of angles wrapping around me like waves.

"Your heart, too, was just a part of the function."

With that final auditory hallucination,
I fell into the valley of the sine.

I felt as though someone was laughing somewhere far away.