A Boy With a Communication Problem – I Started Tutoring as a Part Time Job and My Student Was the Mo

The next day I woke up around 5am.

I was apparently nervous thinking about going to school with Kanzaki-san.

Not that I didn’t want to talk to Kanzaki-san or anything, but the way people will look at me, the barrage of questions I was certain I’d be asked when I’d enter the classroom, I dreaded just thinking about it. ……

But I had no choice but to go now, so I decided to kill some time by reading a book or something.

When it was time to go to school, I called Kanzaki-san a little before I arrived at her house and told her that I would be there soon.

When I arrived at her house, she was already standing in front of the house.

“Good morning, Nakajima-kun.”

“Good morning, Kanzaki-san”

We exchanged greetings.

“Then, let’s go!”

“Ah, ……….”

“Ah, perhaps? Are you nervous?”

“I’m nervous or rather anxious… people are going to ask me a lot of questions…”

“What the heck, then don’t worry, I’ll protect you!”

“Protect…?

“Yeah! I’ll protect you!”

“So don’t worry! Come on!” She added

“Yeah..”

What did she mean by “protect”? …