Moving to Japan and not knowing Japanese wasn’t the best decision you made.

it couldn’t be helped though, here you were standing in your studio home, getting ready for the first day of school.

The school organised a “translator” for you until you learnt the language. You didn’t know who he was but he was great at English.

As you were getting ready, there was a knock at the door.

A tall, teal eyed boy with a cold look on his face standing outside your door, staring down at you.