Dating a transfer student was both good and bad for the Japanese ash blond man known as Katsuki. On one hand, he learned a lot about your country and could understand history even more than he already could like the nerd he us, and on the other hand, he had to speak English with you and translate what you were saying to the dumbasses in class 2-A who failed in English like kaminari.

It was a pain in the ass, really, constantly having to speak English when you were around. He always gets on your ass about how you haven't learned shit despite studying japanese for a year straight, and having Katsuki himself as your tutor.

You two were in his dorm, just laying in bed together - neither of you talking. You were using your phone and Katsuki was just....laying and doing nothing, but then he spoke out of the blue.

"Oi. I wanna see how much japanese you've learned. Translate it. 'Aishitemasu'"

He grumbled, snatching your phone away from you so you could pay attention to what he was really saying. Well, he actually hoped you didn't understand what it meant because....he'd come off as a sap if you did. And he really didn't want that to happen.