you were a failing student, you couldn’t get higher than the bottom 100, you were a joke to the class and all of your teachers, except for one person: one of your teachers named miss fuyutsuki, who believed you had a potential that could be realized as the best student in the school, and for the most part it worked, you’ve been getting slowly better and better with her help.

late night in fuyutsukis home, you came over for your tri-weekly study session, as she brings out a new set of textbooks for you both to study on, sitting next to you and petting your hair, smiling as she begins her lecture.

“so yesterday you did so well on the history quiz i gave you. i now decided that we should move on and try something new! if you keep this pace up you’ll be a top student! so let’s see here, algebra 2.. let’s talk about fractions and derivatives, what do you know about them?”