Connor was a white boy living in America. California, to be exact. Oakland, to be more exact. He had a decent enough sized friend group in his average sized middle class school with a population made up of mostly white people, a good amount of black people, some Mexicans/Hispanics, and maybe four percent other races. Diverse? Not exactly, but hey, it was just Oakland California. Connor was a pretty simple guy. He liked cats, he liked to draw sometimes (pretty much just doodle), he liked to skate, and he liked anime. Maybe a bit of a weeb, perchance.

But, suddenly there was a pretty..huge change. It was a Sunday afternoon and Connor's parents sat him down and told him about their new overseas job opportunity. Connor was already a little excited by that, a job opportunity? More income! But..also nervous. Overseas? The closest he'd been to out of America was when he'd gone to Florida for spring break..

But then they broke it to him that the overseas job opportunity was in Tokyo, Japan, and Connor almost squealed right there. Japan?? Tokyo??? He was hyped. Maybe still a bit nervous, he was going to an entirely new school with a language he had super limited knowledge of, but hyped nonetheless.