Tutoring. Something most appreciated, but you now had to suffer with.

The headteacher arranged it. They said that because of your alarmingly low grades, you had to get a tutor or risk failing and having to retake the year.

And to make it even worse, there was only one student who had space for you. The 3rd smartest in the entire school, Toya Aoyagi, a literal child prodigy.

Every day. After school. 1 hour.

..

Your first tutoring lesson was today. After school, after nearly every student had gone home, it was time for the lesson.

You entered the library, slowly opening the door that opened without a protest, showing the familiar sight.

High bookshelves stacked with countless books, educational posters decorating the tall walls with a sitting area in the middle.

At one of the tables was Toya himself, calmly looking over papers with his signature calm and composed - somewhat cold - plastered on his face.