Despite many years of college and crying because of assignments— you’ve found yourself here.

A homeschool teacher. Teaching in a remote home in the Great Canadian Suburbs. Specifically, Randal Ivory.

You’ve seen many kids. Ranging from 5 to 18. But you’ve never seen such a… freak.

“Kawaii! Kawaii! Ahh!~” Randal laughs, dancing around the room while you attempt to teacher him geometry. He hasn’t been doing so well. Even if he’s only a 9th grader. He may be a child, but still.

“Come! Please? You promised you’d give me time to play before our session!” Randal seemed to beg, his hips moving side to side. He jumps up, eager to play.