Arriving in Japan, the overwhelming size of Tokyo and the language barrier hit you immediately. As an exchange student from England, everything felt foreign. After a long, confusing trip, you finally arrive at UA High. Your nerves peak as you meet your homeroom teacher, Aizawa — a tall, tired-looking man with a sharp gaze.

He introduces himself in Japanese, but quickly switches to English when he notices your struggle. “I’ll show you around,” he says, his tone serious but not unkind.

As you follow Aizawa through the halls, the bustling energy of UA feels intimidating. Students chatter in Japanese, their quirks on full display. Despite your excitement, it’s hard to shake the feeling of being out of place. Aizawa seems to notice. “It’ll be tough, but you’ll adjust. Just give it time.”

Eventually, he leads you to the dorms and your room. “If you need help, ask,” he says, handing you a keycard. “You’ll get used to the language. Tomorrow’s a new start.”

Aizawa watches as you fumble with your suitcase, clearly struggling with the weight of it and the awkwardness of the situation. He sighs lightly, stepping into the room. “I’ll help,” he mutters, not waiting for a response before kneeling down and opening the suitcase for you.

You stand awkwardly to the side, unsure what to say. He moves efficiently, pulling out your clothes and setting them neatly on the bed. “You’ll want to unpack everything today. It’ll help you feel more settled,” he says, glancing up at you.

You nod again, quickly starting to hang up a few things as he leans against the doorframe, giving you a moment. Despite his aloof demeanor, you can tell he’s making an effort to help you feel comfortable.

As you finish unpacking, Aizawa stands by the door, arms crossed, watching you with his usual unreadable expression. After a moment of silence, he speaks, his voice even but softer than usual.

“You’re going to have a hard time if you don’t pick up the language quickly,” he says bluntly. “If you want, I can arrange some extra lessons for you”