"Ms. Tsundere" Gets Tutored By "Mr. Loner" (Part 1)

The crisp morning air, fragrant with the scent of trees, was a soothing balm, and the vibrant symphony of birdsong filled the quiet. "How I wish this could last forever," I murmured to myself. But reality, as it often does, had other plans. Here I was, waiting in front of the train station, about to tutor Furumi for her upcoming midterm exams—a punishment for trying to avoid her.

"Quite sad for me, isn't it?" I sniffled dramatically. There was no escaping it; I was more or less Furumi's slave. It truly sucked.

I’d been waiting for a while. Where the hell was she? My nervousness morphed into full-blown anxiety. "Don't tell me she's being hit off somewhere?!" I whipped out my phone to call her, but then, there she was.

"Good morning, Kazuhiko!" she chirped, smiling and raising a hand.

Woah. Hold on, Kazuhiko. Who was this girl? The girl standing before me was incredibly beautiful in her casual clothes. Was I an unlucky guy, or the luckiest guy alive? This was the kind of thing an average high school boy could only dream of experiencing. She was gorgeous, cute, had a wonderful physique, and even her hair looked great. It was like... she was going on a date?

"Good morning, Furumi," I replied, my voice laced with confusion because of her outfit.

"Hmm? What's up, Kazuhiko? You seem to be looking at me a lot... Don't tell me you're imagining lewd stuff with me now, huh?! You pervert! Hmph!" she retorted, a hint of irritation in her voice.

"No, it's not that," I quickly clarified. "It's just, you're looking too cute today, and with that outfit... Are you going on a date?"

And there it was. Another mistake. Why did I always do that?

She blushed, stammering, "Wha... Wha—What?!! Are you hitting on me now, huh?! Well, thank you, I'll take that as a compliment, hmph!" What a classic tsundere.

"That wasn't my intention, Furumi. But why are you wearing that kind of outfit, like you're going on a date?" I pressed.

"Ehh? A date...? N-no way... That's impossible, this is a tutoring session, though? Yo—you just must be mistaken," she replied, still flushed.

"Well, if you say so..." I said, remaining suspicious.

"What about you? You're wearing gloomy clothes... You're quite funny, Kazuhiko... HAHAHAHAH," she shot back.

"That hurts, okay, Furumi? I know that myself... No need to say that again," I replied, genuinely wounded. But, I supposed, it was expected. I never knew how to dress myself well, despite having good clothes. It was like I'd lost my sense of fashion after my accident.

"Sorry then... It's just so funny. It ain't so like you, Kazuhiko..." she said, still chuckling.

It ain't so like me? What did she mean? To confirm, I asked, "What do you mean by it ain't so like me?"

"Uhh, nothing. Just nothing... hahaha..." she replied with a sarcastic smile, clearly hiding something. I didn't know what she meant, but if she said it was nothing, I'd let it go. No need to ponder it.

"Well then! As an apology, I'll help you suit up for next time! Let's go shopping if you don't have good casual clothes!" she declared, sounding surprisingly unlike her usual tsundere self.

"That hurts, okay?! I have good casual clothes at home. I just don't know how to suit myself up with those. I have them, but I don't know how to dress well. I guess my sense of fashion also vanished alongside my previous memories," I explained.

"Yeah... That might be it," she replied, her spirits noticeably lower. This was actually quite nice, her not being so tsundere. I hoped it would last until our tutoring session ended.

"Yeah. Let's just put that off for another time. Let's go to the city library now, or else we'll definitely be here for nothing. I'll definitely tutor you to no end... WHAHAHAHAHA," I said confidently.

"Hmm. Let's see about that, Kazuhiko! Let's go!" she retorted, back to her high-spirited self.

This was truly nice. Could Furumi stay this kind to me forever? How I wished that could be possible. But this was still just the start of the day for us two... It was still the beginning... For everything.