Shenanigan #257: The Ultimate Tutor
It was another chaotic afternoon in the 77th class. With exam week looming, Yukizome decided that a group study session was necessary to avoid a collective disaster. While most of the class huddled together in small groups to tackle different subjects, Izuru sat at the back of the room, calmly reading a philosophy book.
Hajime, seated beside him, frowned as he looked at the blank worksheet in front of him. He groaned in frustration, his pencil tapping against the desk. “This is hopeless,” he muttered.
Izuru glanced at him. “You’re struggling with basic algebra?”
“Don’t rub it in,” Hajime snapped, his cheeks tinged pink. “I just don’t get it, okay?”
“Then why not ask for help?”
“I’m asking now, aren’t I?” Hajime shot back, crossing his arms.
Izuru closed his book with a soft thud. “Very well. Show me the problem.”
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The Tutor Session Begins
Hajime slid the worksheet over to Izuru, who scanned it with his usual indifferent expression. “These equations are designed to teach pattern recognition. You need only identify the constants and variables.”
Hajime stared at him blankly. “...What?”
Izuru sighed, reaching for a pencil. “Allow me to demonstrate.” He quickly worked through the first problem, his hand moving so fast it was almost a blur. In seconds, the equation was solved, complete with annotations explaining each step.
Hajime blinked at the paper, trying to make sense of the neat handwriting. “Okay, but can you, like... slow down? Pretend I’m not a supercomputer with a 200 IQ.”
Izuru raised an eyebrow. “It’s 210, actually.”
“Not helping,” Hajime grumbled.
Izuru sighed again but began explaining more deliberately. “Step one: isolate the variable. Step two: simplify the equation by eliminating unnecessary terms. Step three—”
“Hey, Izuru!” Ibuki’s voice cut through the room as she leaned over their desk, grinning mischievously. “Are you teaching Hajime math? That’s adorable! Can you tutor me too?”
“No,” Izuru replied bluntly.
“Aw, why not?” Ibuki pouted.
“Because your attention span is shorter than the lifespan of a fruit fly,” Izuru said without missing a beat.
The rest of the class burst into laughter as Ibuki gasped in mock offense. “Rude! But fair,” she admitted, retreating to her group.
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The Peanut Gallery
Despite Izuru’s best efforts to focus on tutoring Hajime, the rest of the class couldn’t resist chiming in.
“So, what’s it like having Izuru as your personal tutor?” Kazuichi teased, leaning over his desk. “Does he make you feel dumb, or what?”
Hajime scowled. “I don’t feel dumb, I—okay, maybe a little.”
“Don’t worry, Hajime!” Akane said, giving him a thumbs-up. “If Izuru can’t get through to you, I’ll teach you how to fight instead. You don’t need math in the ring!”
“That’s not how exams work, Akane,” Sonia said, shaking her head.
“Perhaps the issue lies in Hajime’s confidence,” Gundham mused, his arms crossed. “The power of belief can turn the tides of battle—or in this case, equations.”
“Or maybe he’s just bad at math,” Fuyuhiko muttered, earning a glare from Hajime.
“Guys, come on,” Chiaki said, her voice soft but firm. “Let them work. Everyone learns at their own pace.”
Izuru glanced at Chiaki, his expression unreadable. “Thank you,” he said quietly, surprising everyone with his rare display of gratitude.
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Breakthrough
After an hour of patient explanations (and occasional interruptions from the peanut gallery), Hajime finally managed to solve a problem on his own. He stared at the completed equation, a mixture of disbelief and pride on his face.
“I did it,” he said, almost in a whisper. Then, louder: “I DID IT!”
The class erupted into cheers, with Ibuki even pulling out her guitar to play a celebratory riff.
“Good job, Hajime!” Chiaki said, giving him a small smile.
“See? I told you you could do it,” Yukizome said, beaming.
Hajime turned to Izuru, who was already flipping through his book again. “Thanks, Izuru. I, uh... I appreciate it.”
Izuru didn’t look up, but there was a faint curve to his lips. “You’re welcome.”
As the class continued to celebrate, Hajime couldn’t help but feel a newfound sense of confidence. Maybe, just maybe, he’d survive this exam week after all.
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