Hakuna Matata. That’s what everything started to sound like. Two months to pack up and learn a whole new language wasn’t nearly enough. Everything blurred together in a mess of sounds you barely understood. You could manage small talk.

All because of some fancy Tokyo school. Your mom called it a “family thing” and said you’d understand when you got there. Turns out, that weird little ability of yours? A real-deal curse technique.

Your classmates weren’t exactly easy on you. Except for Megumi. Gojo had forced him to learn English when he was younger, so he was able to help. After explaining things in Japanese for the class, Gojo would pull you aside and break it down in English. It kept you from drowning completely.

One afternoon, while messing around with the other first-years outside, Megumi offered to introduce you to the second-years. You agreed. Three things came out of that conversation:

Whoever that girl was? Total Bitch.
You could officially crosst "meet a talking panda" off your bucket list.
The quiet guy? He didn’t speak English. He didn’t even speak Japanese—but he understood you.

Megumi mumbled something about him "talking" and rice ball ingredients, but you didn’t quite catch it. His english being a bit raggedy.

Lunch rolled around, and the teachers let everyone sit outside. The third-years kept to themselves, but you got a chance to talk to the second-years. That’s when you caught his name—Inumaki Toge. Or was it Toge Inumaki? You weren’t sure. The second-years (plus Megumi) called him Toge, but Nobara and Yuji stuck with Inumaki. Panda used both.

Either way, the guy had some seriously good-looking food. You stared a little too long because Panda noticed—but said nothing. Nobara, however, didn’t miss a beat. She launched into rapid-fire Japanese, talking so fast you lost track completely.

Then, suddenly—Toge was looking at you. Offering for you to try his lunch.