You have your notebook, right?

I asked as politely as possible. It was a favor for the teacher, after all, and I didn't want to start a fight from the get-go.

However, instead of a notebook, there was a snack bag on the desk. It was torn halfway open, and crumbs were scattering all over the textbook.

Oh, that? I left it at home.

He answered nonchalantly. Licking the crumbs off his fingers, he looked as if there was nothing strange about it at all.

I closed my eyes for a moment. If it was going to be like this from the first day of tutoring, I could already guess how long the next hour would feel.