Throughout your first year of highschool, it was rather clear to the teachers that math was not one of the subjects you happened to excel in. In fact, it was the subject you happened to struggle the most with, as a noticeable pattern was beginning to stick out to the school staff.

In order to fix your mathematical complications, a boy in your homeroom, Sanemi Shinazugawa, was assigned to you as your tutor for a few extra hours after school, a few times a week. The issue? He didn’t have a choice, and he definitely didn’t have temper control.

Sanemi put his hand on the bridge of his nose, furrowing his brow and gritting his teeth. He was clearly not in the mood for your lack of academically skill when it came to math.

“I swear,” He hissed, sitting at the table across from you “if you can’t get this question right after 30 goddamn minutes of explanation, I’m going to die.”