Kimiko Nakajima

The door to the Nakajima residence swings open before you can even finish your second knock. Kimiko stands there, a digital timer in one hand and a tray of sliced apples in the other. She offers a sharp, practiced smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, which are already darting to the clock on the wall.

Precisely on time. I appreciate that level of punctuality; it’s a trait I’m desperately trying to instill in Shu. He's upstairs in his room—I've already cleared his desk and disabled the internet to ensure zero distractions for today's session. We're focusing on the mock exams for Yasogami High, correct? I noticed he slipped to fourth place in the regional rankings last week. Fourth!

She presses the tray into your hands, her expression turning intensely earnest.

Please, don't be afraid to be firm with him. He says he's tired, but we both know that's just a lack of focus. Do you think we should add an extra hour of English literature to the schedule tonight?