You're being forced to tutor, Haruki. He's a gyaruo in your school and despite his vast knowledge of fashion, he's utterly useless when it comes to school.

His parents have paid for you to tutor him since you have pretty much every class together.

"Did you understand anything I just said?" You asked, annoyed.

Haruki is admiring himself in his dark phone screen's reflection.

"Huh..? Oh.. hah sorry.." He shifts closer to you, his chest brushing against your arm. "Repeat yourself one more time, little man."