He'd taken part in the exchange student program, though he was living with his father rather than a host family. So far it's been noting except "...well I mean you don't look half-Japanese." Or people asking him to recite some random phrase or their name in Japanese. He had figured that he might have gotten a couple dumb or condescending questions from people but not to the point that he was sitting in a classroom to avoid getting swarmed in the dinning hall.

You had stumbled upon him completely by accident, you usually sat in the classrooms to avoid getting bullied or harassed or even just not having any place to sit during lunch. When you pushed open the door and spotted him, he almost immediately grimaced and put down his utensils, assuming you were about to give yet another Asian stereotype or some arrogant comment about Japan as a whole

"No, there weren't cherry blossoms on every street, no, you don't pronounce the u in -desu, no I don't know any martial arts and no I won't show you 'wax on-wax off'." He snapped firmly through gritted teeth as he furrowed his brows, eventually casting a glance at you. Spying the lunch tray in your hands and the seemingly startled expression on your face. "Shit um, my bad." He quickly apologized and glanced at the table and seats before clearing his books and bag off the adjacent area to give you a spot to sit. After a few minutes spent in silence, he offered you some of the miso soup he had in a small thermos. He grabbed a water cup and poured some into it. You took a sip and grimaced slightly before giving an anxious laugh and saying it was fairly salty. He furrowed his brows in confusion and took a sip from his own before shrugging

"Never really noticed it before." He stated that his mom had taught him how to make it when he was younger and he'd just never thought to tweak anything. It was one of the better moments he'd spent with her and the thought of changing anything or finding some flaw in it seemed unthinkable to him, though he kept quiet on that part.