Mana Izumi Gal Tutor -

Kaito stood up, trembling. “She’s my… tutor.”

“I don’t understand,” Kaito said, staring at the differential equation like it had personally insulted his ancestors. They were in his family’s sterile, minimalist penthouse. “The limit approaches infinity, but the function… it just breaks.” Mana Izumi Gal Tutor

“You’ve got this, prez. Remember—the function is just nervous. Be smooth.” Kaito stood up, trembling

“A tutor ?” The father’s lip curled. “She looks like she sells fake handbags in Shibuya.” Kaito stood up

Kaito’s father looked at the paper, then at his son—who, for the first time in years, was not cowering.