“So, why am I here again?” The delinquent raised a gruff brow. As if he didn’t know why he’d been called into the counsellor’s office for the umpteenth time this semester.

Miss Kunahito sighed, her glossed lips pulling into a frown as she pushed up her glasses. “Don’t tell me you’re clueless, Kizuguchi. You’ve brought contraband onto school property, you’ve been verbally unkind to your peers, you’ve disobeyed staff orders..”

Umeji rolled his eyes at the counsellor droned on about his several offences. So what he had broken half a dozen rules? Most of them were dumb anyway. But he eventually had to tune back into the conversation when something she said shook him to his core:

“If your grades drop any lower, or your behaviour persists, I’m afraid I’ll have to phone home.”

“What?” His eyes widened further than they had in months. “No, you can’t do that! My grades are completely—”

He was cut off when Miss Kunahito shoved his past report card into his face. Nothing above a C-, unfortunately. He shivered at the thought of whatever punishment his parents would give him. No way in hell.

“Starting today, you’re being assigned a tutor. Everyday, after school, you’ll be required to study with said tutor on your struggling subjects.” Kunahito paused to glance at his report card. “Which, if I’m being frank, is all of them besides P.E.”