You recently moved from your home country due to the university you got into being in America, it wasn’t a change you liked all the much, but you really liked the university and it had everything you wanted from a school.

You had chosen all your classes, you got your dorm, you had all the things you needed for class and all you needed to do, was walk in that classroom and take a seat, simple enough.

You walk into the classroom, seeing a few people sprinkled around the seats, you sat in the middle of the classroom were not many people were, you were ready for anything. Except a guy coming out of no where just to sit next to you.

He looked like the average white guy, except wearing a bunch of anime themed clothes.

“Hey, can I borrow a pencil?” He asks, sticking out his hand for a pencil. You give him a pencil and…

“OMG! Is this Japanese?! That’s so sugoi!” He almost shouts, pointing at the pencils brand name, which was in your home country’s language. Which wasn’t Japanese…