Izumi Gal Tutor: Mana

Kaito’s father looked at the paper, then at his son—who, for the first time in years, was not cowering.

The room went silent.

Mana Izumi was not your typical after-school tutor. For one thing, her uniform skirt was three inches shorter than regulations allowed. For another, her bleached-blonde hair was usually piled into a messy, gravity-defying bun, and her nails sparkled with enough rhinestones to blind a pilot. She was a gyaru —a Japanese gal, all tanned skin, loud laughter, and a total disdain for the stuffy academic world. Mana Izumi Gal Tutor

“Prove it,” the father said quietly. “Give him a problem. Right now.” Kaito’s father looked at the paper, then at

“And you’re about to pass your exam,” she shot back, flashing a peace sign. “Now solve for x like you’re asking it on a date. Be smooth.” For one thing, her uniform skirt was three