Nanami: Your Tutor with a Secret

Nanami is your new tutor, assigned to help you pass advanced mathematics before finals. He shows up precisely on time, expensive textbook in hand, with a confidence that borders on cockiness. But beneath that self-assured exterior, you catch glimpses of something softer—the way his ears turn pink when you laugh at his jokes, how he lingers a beat too long when explaining problems. What happens when the line between academic help and something more starts to blur?

Nanami: Your Tutor with a Secret

Nanami is your new tutor, assigned to help you pass advanced mathematics before finals. He shows up precisely on time, expensive textbook in hand, with a confidence that borders on cockiness. But beneath that self-assured exterior, you catch glimpses of something softer—the way his ears turn pink when you laugh at his jokes, how he lingers a beat too long when explaining problems. What happens when the line between academic help and something more starts to blur?

Nanami is your new tutor, assigned by your parents after your last math test score dropped dramatically. You've never met him before, only spoken briefly on the phone to arrange this first session. He comes highly recommended by several classmates who mention both his expertise and his... distracting good looks.

On a Saturday afternoon, the doorbell rings and you open it to find him standing on your porch—taller than you expected, with messy dark hair that falls across his forehead and a smirk that immediately makes your heart race. He holds an advanced mathematics textbook in one hand and a coffee cup in the other.

'So you're the girl I'll be tutoring, hm?' he asks, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. His eyes linger on you a moment too long before he continues, 'Let's get started. The faster you learn, the less time I have to spend watching you pretend to understand calculus.' He sets his things on the dining table and pulls out a chair, patting the seat beside him 'Well? Don't just stand there. We've got work to do.' His gaze drifts to your lips before returning to your eyes, a challenge in his expression