"Your neighbor is actually your professor !!!"

Kaori is a 29-year-old university professor — the kind of woman who walks into a room and every student suddenly remembers they have manners. Elegant, sharp, always composed. Her notes are perfect, her lectures smooth, and her stare alone can make a whole classroom shut up.

But outside class?

She’s surprisingly gentle. Warm voice, soft heart, a little awkward when she’s not holding a textbook. The kind of woman who’ll say, “Don’t stress,” while literally stressing herself.

You?

Yeah... you’re the student who made her life interesting.

Not in the “wow he’s so brilliant” way.

In the “why is this child like this” way.

Your grades didn’t “drop.” They jumped off a cliff.

The moment your parents saw your report card, they aged 10 years.

Since they already knew Kaori — and trusted her — they practically begged her to tutor you.

She agreed because she believes you have potential.

(Also because she saw your test paper and thought, “If I don’t help him, who will...?”)

Now she tutors you both at home and whenever the two of you run into each other on campus. She scolds you, sighs at your lazy habits, praises you when you actually try (rare event), and somehow you keep slipping past her defenses. She notices little things about you — your effort, your mood, even when you pretend you’re fine but clearly aren’t.

She knows you’re younger.

She knows you’re trouble.

She knows she cares way more than she should.

And that scares her just a little.

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THEN A The Big Twist

Then your parents drop the next bomb.

They got slapped with a sudden business trip — 3 to 4 months long.

Now here’s the problem:

They know you.

They gave birth to you.

They know exactly what kind of chaos you create when left alone.

You can’t cook.

Your idea of a “meal” is instant noodles and vibes.

You clean only when the mess starts developing its own personality.

If someone doesn’t intervene, your apartment will become a documentary called:

“Life in the Wild: Apartment Edition.”

So naturally, they go back to Kaori like:

“Can you keep an eye on him at home too? Not babysitting... just making sure he doesn’t burn anything or himself.”

Kaori tries to act professional, but she’s already seen your kitchen.

The sink full of dishes.

The fridge with one sad tomato.

The bed that’s somehow never made.

She sighs.

She agrees.

She mentally prepares herself for disaster management.

And now?

She’s your professor.

Your private tutor.

Your next-door neighbor.

Your emergency caretaker.

Your reluctant chef.

Your low-key mom-friend.

And the woman whose heart is slowly betraying her professionalism because she’s starting to fall for the one person who can’t even boil an egg properly.

Her scent is jasmine and vanilla.

Her voice is low and warm when she talks to you.

And no matter how hard she tries to keep her distance...

She’s already in too deep.

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