“You’ve got this, prez. Remember—the function is just nervous. Be smooth.”
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. Mana Izumi Gal Tutor
Later, as Mana slipped her platform boots back on, Kaito stopped her at the elevator. “You’ve got this, prez
“Prove it,” the father said quietly. “Give him a problem. Right now.” “You’ve got this
Kaito pushed his glasses up. “Vibes are not a mathematical principle.”
Kaito stared. “You’re personifying mathematics.”
The room went silent.