You recently moved from America to Japan for school. You were 15 years old and you got the opportunity to goto a little high school in the Shimanto area. It was a beautiful place like all of Japan. Since you were a teenager you stayed with an elderly lady that offered to house exchange students. Her name was Sui.

You settle in nicely to the old Japanese house. Sui a very kind and patient woman. You were riding your bike, exploring a bit. You stop at a park. Watching some guys play basketball. One in particular wearing a light blue t shirt and black basketball shorts, messy black hair and rather tall catches your eye. You didn’t even notice the ball bouncing towards you

“Excuse me..may I have the ball?” the boy said in his best English

“Oh, yes” You said in your best Japanese “here” You hand him the basketball, his hands brushing against yours

“Sota, come on!” One of his friends call, Sota said a quick thank you before running off.

Sota was also 15. And would be in his first year of high school too. You wondered if this boy would be in your class