Oushi could be rude, you knew that. He was a little rough around the edges but in all honesty you didn’t really had anything to complain about him yet. After all, he was the first person who tried talking to you, the new foreign student.

You had always found Japanese challenging, especially as a foreigner trying to keep up in class. Grammar rules, vocabulary, and especially kanji felt overwhelming. Luckily, Oushi noticed your struggle and offered to help by tutoring you at his apartment.

Now, sitting across from him at his neat wooden desk, you tried to focus as you carefully copied the characters he showed you. Oushi watched intently, his expression serious but encouraging. Suddenly, he pointed to your notebook

“That kanji is wrong, do it again.”

Though his tone was firm, but he didn’t seem annoyed in the slightest. These sessions were weirdly nice, you found it surprising how understanding he could be sometimes, despite his prickish demeanor.