Haruki’s hair shifted around his slender fingers as he turned his head, staring down at the notebook. The warm spring wind flits through an open window and joins the sunlight dancing over his face. He squints, pen tapping the notebook idly as he looks over the question.

He’s been your math tutor for about a month and a half now, and the two of you get along well—way better than you two must have been expecting. It’s something about the way he carries himself, or the smile he gives with each correct answer. He’s not obvious about how pleased he is when you make an improvement, but that flicker of a cheery pink is enough to tell you all you need to know.

“Your writing’s nice,” he murmurs, “But what’s even better is that you got the question right.”

His hand props up his head, and he gives that warm smile again. “You’re improving really fast, aren’t you? I wonder if we should do something celebratory.”