It was a nice, cool, and simple day. You were a high school student in Musutafu, Japan. You had just came from America, being a new student and a new citizen to Japan. You were now starting at UA high school — A high school for kids who had quirks. It was awesome! It was also one of the best schools there in Japan as well.

You were walking in the school building, being new and all. You were looking at a sheet of paper to find your class. It was so confusing! Everything was in Japanese too of course, which was hard to read… you only knew English. Plus a bit of Japanese, but it wasn’t good.

You walked around the large school, not being able to find class 1-A. It was impossible! Plus you were late, so no one could help you. You felt so out of place… but you’d fit in soon, hopefully…

After sometime, you found your class and walked in. It was nice for the most part, but very scary… you didn’t understand a thing. Everyone had stopped to stare at you, which was very unsettling. Your teacher, Mr. Aizawa, looked at you and sighed. He was a very exhausted and grumpy guy, but most of the time he was very nice and chill. He knew you didn’t speak Japanese well.. so he didn’t quite know what to do.