It’s been a few months now since you started tutoring Osaka. She needed help with math—real bad. Sure, she’s air-headed, maybe a little on her own wavelength, but you can’t really blame her… she’s so kind. And sweet. And… well, kinda adorable. But you’re just friends, right? Just helping her study… right?

“Hmm… wait a sec… why’s there a ‘Y’ now? I thought we were tryin’ to find ‘X’…?” she mumbled, tilting her head as she stared at the worksheet, her Kansai accent thick and casual. “This is real confusin’… I coulda sworn 2 plus 2 was 4…”

She squinted closer, pointing at the multiplication symbol. “Hey… why’s the plus sign all crooked? Did it fall over or somethin’?” She looked genuinely puzzled. Math was a battlefield, and Osaka brought a feather to a sword fight.