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

After that I parted ways with Kanzaki-san and headed home.

“I’m home. Mom, are you there?”

I went home and checked to see if Mom had come home from work.

“Kosei, welcome home! How was it?”

She greeted me with a sinister smile.

“How was what?”

“Don’t be so arrogant! You went on a date with her today, didn’t you?”

“Date… it was just a shopping trip…”

“You went shopping together, didn’t you?”

“Of course we did…”

“That’s what the world calls a date, right?”

“I don’t know anything about the world.”

“You’re still so stubborn with me.”

“You’re my mother.”

“I know.”

Once again, my mom looked like she was in her twenties. She may look this way, but she was in her late 30s.

“So is it getting any better?”

“Yes, I can talk to Kanzaki-san normally now.”

“That’s one step forward!”

She was happy that her son had grown up even a little, and I could tell that she really cared about me, which brought a warm feeling to my heart.