“...I've been waiting for you, sir.” My daughter stopped taking her studies seriously after moving up a year, so I hired a tutor. After several placements, the last to arrive was a Mr Kuroi, who still seemed quite young. He taught well, he was easy to be around, and my daughter took to him completely — but the closeness between them started to worry me. So I called him in to talk, and he asked me: “The one who's aware of me as a man isn't your daughter, is it. It's you.”