Mana Izumi Gal Tutor -

But the real trouble started a week later. Kaito’s father, a stern parliament member, walked in early from a business trip. He found his pristine son on the floor, surrounded by pink sticky notes, laughing—actually laughing —as Mana taught him calculus using the rhythm of a J-pop song.

Her latest client was Kaito Sato.

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.” Mana Izumi Gal Tutor

By day, she slouched in the back of Tokyo’s most elite prep school, acing exams she barely glanced at. By night, she worked at a dingy izakaya to support her single mother. But her secret gig, the one no one at school could ever know about, was tutoring. But the real trouble started a week later

Later, as Mana slipped her platform boots back on, Kaito stopped her at the elevator. Her latest client was Kaito Sato