Which was ironic, because Mana was also a mathematical prodigy.
Later, as Mana slipped her platform boots back on, Kaito stopped her at the elevator. Mana Izumi Gal Tutor
Mana smiled, pulled out her pink gel pen, and wrote a single equation on the whiteboard—one so elegant and cruel that it had stumped PhD candidates. Then she handed the pen to Kaito. Which was ironic, because Mana was also a
Kaito stood up, trembling. “She’s my… tutor.” Which was ironic
Kaito’s father looked at the paper, then at his son—who, for the first time in years, was not cowering.
When he wrote the final answer, his father said nothing. He simply walked to his study and closed the door.
“Told ya. Gyaru magic.”