(Mihora's POV)
Weekend
"600-8014..." I read the address of the home that was in front of me.
Two days ago, Akagumi begged me to tutor his little sister. So here I am...
I pressed the doorbell.
Ding-Dong
Nobody opened the door...
I pressed it again.
Ding-Dong. Ding-Dong.
...
I irately knocked at the door. No one answered. I knocked several times, being annoyed now...
That was when the door slowly opened. There I saw an expressionless redhead. She looked at me to then close the door.
"H-Hey!" I shouted.
"What do you want?" The girl asked.
"I came here to tutor you," I said.
The girl suddenly opened the door to then ask me, "Who sent you?"
"Your brother..." I said.
She then closed the door again. "Huh!" I shouted as she did it again.
"Go away. I don't need you..." The girl said.
"Huh?! Your brother is the one who begged me. So open up." I said.
"I don't have a brother..." The girl said which changed my expression.
"That guy doesn't mean anything to me...he could go die..." The girl said.
I felt heartbroken. Hearing that from one of my younger siblings would've made me devastated.
"Don't say that..." I murmured.
As much as I hate Akagumi. I would never say such a thing to a person.
"Open up...please..." I said to her and she slowly opened the door.
She gave up to then let me in.
"Don't expect me to learn from you." She said.
I went inside to see how pretty their house looked. There were beautiful landscape paintings attached to the wall. A cozy floor pillow. The aroma of the candles felt so relaxing. I was astonished.
"Did you decorate this?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "No, my mother did..."
"Then your mother is good at doing these types of things," I said.
Her eyes widened to then look away, looking sorrowful.
"Can I see your report card?" I asked her, changing the subject.
She went by a drawer to take a paper out from the dresser. She then walks toward me to hand it to me.
I viewed her report card.
Mathematics: 1
Japanese Literature: 1
History: 1
Science: 2
Arts: 3
PE: 1
He was right...she is failing. The only one she was somewhat good at was Arts. I looked at her and she then looked away, being embarrassed.
I gave back her report card to then ask her a question. "Why don't you let your brother help you?"
"I don't want him to..." She said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because he doesn't help me!" She shouted and I could hear the sorrowing pain coming from her voice. A tear dropped from her eye.
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