Mana Izumi Gal: Tutor

Mana pressed the elevator button. “Because the world only listens to you if you’re loud or if you’re rich. I’m not rich. So I chose loud.” She stepped inside, then turned. “Besides, someone has to teach the smart kids how to have fun. See you Thursday, prez. We’re doing imaginary numbers. Bring bubble tea.”

Kaito was the student council president. He wore glasses, spoke in perfect keigo (honorific speech), and had a GPA so pristine it could have been encased in museum glass. He was also failing advanced calculus. Mana Izumi Gal Tutor

Mana smiled, pulled out her pink gel pen, and wrote a single equation on the whiteboard—one so elegant and cruel that it had stumped PhD candidates. Then she handed the pen to Kaito. Mana pressed the elevator button