"Eh?"
Kitagawa sat up straight. What did Akira-kun just say?
It sounded like he said to have Gojo-kun tutor her?
"Wakana, make time to tutor Kitagawa-san."
Akira reiterated his request.
He wasn't entirely trying to set up Marin and Wakana; Marin's grades were simply too poor.
He felt that if no one helped her, Marin would most likely fail at the end of the semester!
She always seemed to cram at the last minute, it was impressive.
Kitagawa, across from him, had once again turned into a lovesick fangirl, holding her cheeks and giggling.
"Now I have a reason to keep looking for Gojo-kun."
Akira-kun is such a good person.
Hehe.
Gojo-kun.
"Yes, I understand, Akira-kun."
Are Kitagawa's grades really that bad?
Wakana looked worriedly at Marin beside him, beginning to ponder how to further tutor Kitagawa-san.
Although he knew Akira-kun was always trying to set him up with Kitagawa-san, this tutoring session was probably just because Kitagawa-san's grades were genuinely not good.
After all, he had never seen Akira-kun look so serious.
If Akira was just making that face to'ship' them, then Wakana could only admit defeat.
"It seems that, aside from Kitagawa-san and Wakana, everyone else's grasp of the material is pretty similar."
Akira summarized, holding the test papers in his hand.
"Which subject do you all want to start with?"
"Social Studies, Math, Science, Japanese, English."
Shiki adjusted his glasses and calmly offered his suggestion.
"I think we should start with the hardest one, Math."
"Social Studies!"
"Science!"
"Math!"
"English!"
Various different answers came from everyone's mouths. After hearing Shiki's suggestion, everyone exchanged glances.
Then they all called out the subject they unanimously agreed on.
"Math!"
"Then let's start with Math."
Akira was well-prepared. He pulled out the university-level math study materials he had organized from his backpack and distributed them to everyone.
"Akira-kun is really well-prepared!"
Sugaya Nowa exclaimed in surprise, "Is this really a free event?"
Shiki and Murakami Kouki had expressions as if they wanted to say something but held back.
At first, they hadn't really wanted to come.
Now, even if someone tried to chase them away, they wouldn't leave!
Rustle, rustle, rustle
Akira's lecturing voice at the table and the sound of everyone taking notes blended together, creating an unexpectedly harmonious atmosphere.
Sajuna was originally just sitting next to Akira, watching him explain with an envious expression.
However, the more she listened, the more she felt that her own first-year university knowledge wasn't as good as she thought, so she also asked Akira for a copy of the materials and started studying.
As a second-year university student, she couldn't lose to Akira, a first-year junior!
Sajuna gently bit the cap of her pen, secretly vowing in her heart.
Math was lectured for a full hour. Akira picked up the drink on the table and took a sip; only then did his throat feel less sore.
"Let's take a break. Review your notes first."
Akira sighed, and the few who had been holding on finally relaxed, feeling as if all their energy had been drained.
Akira-kun's lecturing ability is truly terrifying!
Akira looked at the empty snack plate on the table, then pulled out his phone to check the time.
It was dinner time again.
"What do you all want to eat?"
Akira asked.
"Eh? Is it dinner time already?"
"Let's have dinner at my house," Akira decided. "After all, I've already prepared for it."
"Then let's go with Akira-kun's idea."
Sugaya Nowa said weakly, "My brain only has university math knowledge left in it."
"You can order like at a restaurant," Akira explained again. "After all, I can make most restaurant dishes."
"Akira seems to have said that his cooking skills are excellent."
Shiki no longer held back and requested, "Can I have assorted grilled meat?"
Akira nodded. The remaining few didn't have anything they particularly wanted to eat.
After all, their minds were already muddled by the knowledge Akira had instilled, and they no longer intended to think about what to eat.
"Then I'll just make something simple."
Akira took Sajuna's hand and led her towards the kitchen.
In such a scene, Sajuna, as his girlfriend, should also show off.
"Aki-Kun."
"Mm."
Akira calmly replied.
His hands didn't pause for a moment, but the seriousness in his tone was still clearly audible.
"I feel like Aki-Kun hasn't looked at me much today."
"Eh?"
Akira turned his head to look. Sajuna had a thoughtful expression.
"I feel like Aki-Kun looked at me less today while spending time with his friends."
There was no sadness in Sajuna's voice, but rather a sense of relief.
"Is Sajuna sad?"
Seeing that Sajuna wasn't angry, Akira joked, "Do you think your charm isn't enough?"
"No, it's just that I feel Aki-Kun has really matured."
Akira's movements paused slightly, then he continued cooking the dish in the pot.
"After all, I'm already an adult, so I definitely need to be a bit more mature."
"When I'm with Aki-Kun, I always feel like Aki-Kun wants to stick to me."
Sajuna's cheerful voice came over.
This kind of two-sided boyfriend also gave Sajuna a sense of novelty.
The two finished making dinner together, then prepared the tableware for everyone.
His friends outside shouldn't be germaphobes, right?
Akira opened the rice cooker with the steamed rice. Fortunately, his family's rice cooker was quite large, otherwise, he would have had to steam two pots.
As Akira was scooping rice from the rice cooker, he saw a blushing Wakana walk over, touching his neck.
"Akira-kun, do you need any help?"
"Eh, Wakana, aren't you studying at the table?"
Wakana hesitated, but looking at his expression, he was probably teased into shyness by Marin again.
He probably couldn't take it anymore and ran over here.
But he couldn't handle his own 'dog food' (PDA), so he ran to the kitchen to eat mine and Sajuna's 'dog food', right?
What kind of problem is this!
Akira was truly frustrated!
If Wakana's skin were a bit thicker, no, if it were even thicker, he might not have transmigrated.
Akira could only sigh.
Just let it all be destroyed, quickly, I'm tired.