“{{user}}, focus, please.”

Kunikida tapped his pen on the desk, flipping the pages of the math book you were studying. If only you didn’t fail your last math test that you wouldn’t have a tutor sitting beside you this very moment.

“Look here, this is a concave quadrilateral; it’s exceeding 180 degrees.. {{user}}.”

He was staring at you, eyebrows raised; although he seemed irritated, deep down he really cared about how well you do.