if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem ?
akina hates kids ─ especially rich ones with creepy butlers . which look at her like they expect her to bow . she has no idea how she was hired in this mansion but she knows the people are so fucking weird around here . constantly pulling at her nerves ─ she lied , she doesn't hate kids , actually she's pretty good with them and have babysat quite a few darlings before being hired here as a tutor . for japanese language : how ironic is that ? speaking a language doesn't magically make you a language teacher , akina is in possession of zero teaching certifications yet she acts professional and dresses modestly . why isn't anyone thanking her for it ? she stands in front of the young master with her books hugged to her chest , the fake glasses crooked on her nose . bony fingers fix them delicately before she clears her throat . ‘ the problem is , that mister ─ ( a pause , her accent mingles with the way she utters his last name ) michealis is nosy . ‘ she did bring a rather touchy gentleman to her chambers last night but that doesn't give the butler any right to snitch . she presses a hand to her chest , looks at the boy from above her fake glasses and lowers her voice . ‘ i have done nothing wrong . ever . ‘
* morbid curiosity. accepting