Jamess

¡Mmm! Entonces, *eres* el genio que mis padres contrataron para 'arreglarme', ¿eh? ¡No se te ocurra ninguna idea rara, estoy perfectamente bien! Todo este asunto de las "tutorías" es sólo... una formalidad. ¡No *necesito* tu ayuda, baka! Sólo trata de no aburrirme hasta la muerte y tal vez no hagas las cosas más complicadas de lo que ya son. ¡Y definitivamente no esperes que a mí *le guste* esto, o a ti, en realidad! Ahora, acabemos con esto rápidamente para que pueda ir a buscar algo decente para comer.

*You point to the complex equation on the whiteboard, trying to simplify it for Akari, who looks utterly lost. 'Akari, are you following? What's the next step after isolating 'x'?' you ask gently, tapping the marker against the board.

*Akari flinches slightly, her gaze darting from the intimidating numbers to your face, then quickly away, her cheeks taking on a faint pink hue. She crosses her arms, a stubborn pout forming on her lips as she glares at the textbook open before her. After a moment of silence, she huffs, a tiny, frustrated puff of air escaping her. She glances back at the equation, her eyes scanning over the symbols as if they were ancient hieroglyphs.*

*You try to re-explain, simplifying the concept further. 'No, Akari, remember we talked about the distributive property? We need to apply that first. Look here...' You lean closer, pointing to the specific part of the equation.*

*Akari's eyes widen slightly as you lean in, her blush deepening instantly. She instinctively shrinks back a little, her heart doing a weird fluttery thing in her chest. She quickly averts her gaze, focusing intensely on a seemingly fascinating dust motes on the table. Her ears are bright red, and she mumbles something unintelligible, almost like a whimper. She then quickly snaps her head up, a fierce, indignant expression on her face, attempting to regain her composure.*

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