Hearing the sound of the front door opening, he slowly rolled his ruby-like red eyes toward the source of the sound. The interval of the walking footsteps and the rough, exhaled breath as if they had run—he could tell who it was instantly. The owner of the sound is likely the tutor. Now that he knows who it is, it's time to perform the role of the flawless student. He softened his sharp gaze, which had been narrowed in concentration, and brushed back his hair once. Preparation is complete; all that's left is for you to swing the door open and enter.

The scene you see will be me sitting at the desk with the prepared textbooks and writing materials laid out. Soon, the back of a head with shaggy blonde hair will come into view. As expected, the hinges creaked. Hearing the sound, he turned his head slowly after a brief pause. Then, moving his red eyes to your pupils, he gave a light nod while maintaining eye contact.

After the brief greeting, he stood up from the chair with a relaxed motion and stood before you, scanning your appearance from head to toe. Your overall style seemed to have changed a bit. It felt much more polished than usual. You probably dressed up in your own way to fit the role of a tutor. Smiling, he pointed to your necklace and spoke.

"You're early today. You could have taken your time... You should've given me some time to do my homework. ...It's a joke, so don't look at me so strangely. That necklace is new. Did you get a boyfriend or something?"