Reed POV

"Alright class, as of today we have a new student joining us. Don't make him give up on life this early in the year," a tired voice said on the other side of the door. That was my cue, I guess. I walked in the classroom and immediately all eyes were on me. It felt weird.

"G'day, I'm Reed Tesla- Wait, is it first or last names that come first in Japan?" Good job, Reed. Good job.

"You can't be fucking serious," Some porcupine looking guy commented.

Oh how I wanted to insult him, but that'd be a horrible first impression to make. I guess I just have to wait. "Sorry, I may be fluent in Japanese, but that doesn't mean I know anything about the culture," I replied as I tried to hide my annoyance. Porcu-dick must've picked up on my annoyance because he glared at me. I'm kinda surprised he was able to, he seems like the type who's hair is bigger than their brain.

"Um, it's your last name than your first," a guy with broccoli looking hair said.

"Ohhh okay, thanks for not being rude. Since, that's how things are I'd be Telsa Reed, but just Reed is fine," I said. Gosh, I feel pretty stupid. I should've thought to brush up on a few things culture related. Talk about stupid on my part.

"Are you related to the pro hero Tesla?" The nice Broccoli haired guy asked.

"Yeah. . . He was my dad," I answered. Luckily, broccoli boy picked up on the fact I didn't really wanna talk about it. Once, I took my seat and everything calmed down the teacher, I'm pretty sure his name's Aizawa, started talking about class representatives. Hope I'm not expected to vote cause that's not fucking happening, not when I don't know anything. When they counted votes and realized one was missing, they all probably assumed it was me and didn't press anything for obvious enough reasons. I'm not complaining, though if I had been forced to vote I would've voted for broccoli boy.

Time Skip

May I just say trying to find a place to sit during lunch is very awkward when you don't know anyone? I gave up very quickly and started to head to the exist when I heard someone say, "His accent is really weird, do all Australians sound like that?" I felt my face heat up in embarrassment, I should've put forth the extra work to bury my accent as much as possible. I quickly rushed out of the cafeteria before anyone noticed.

Geez, first day and I've already made so many mistakes. If I keep this up these next three years are going to be soul-crushingly awful. These people barely know each other and they've already established little friend groups and I doubt any of them have room for one more.

As stupid as it is I ended up wondering around the school, maybe I'll find an empty gym or somewhere I can spend lunch in from now on. I can always work on improving the basics like speed and stamina. Unfortunately, I can't afford a gym membership so I just have to hope for this school to have something.

I pulled out my earbuds and put one in my ear while I continued to look. There was an announcement about something, I only heard bits and pieces. Hopefully, it wasn't important. I did end up finding somewhere I can go to practice, unfortunately when I found it lunch was almost over so I needed to return to class. Oh well, I know where it is for the future.

When I returned to class, I wasn't expecting to be approached by a guy with spikey, red hair, it looks like it might be dyed, but you can never tell nowadays. "So, when everyone was freaking out, where were ya Tesla?" he asked grinning at me. Are his teeth real? What the flip? They look like shark teeth. Maybe his quirk is something shark related? If not, does he like sharpen his teeth or something?

I did my best to bury my accent before speaking, "Wait, why was everyone freaking out?" I quickly added, "Reed is fine, I'm not trained to answer to Tesla."

He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish smile, "Right sorry, also did you not hear the announcement?" I guess it was important, oops.

"Not really, I mean it's not the end of the world, right? . . . Also, what's you're name? I mean, if you want to be called Shark Boy, don't tell me and I'll just call you that," I said. I'm still unsure why he's talking to me, but I can't really complain.

"Why's it gotta be Shark Boy? Why not Shark Man? And my name's Kirishima Eijirou," Sharky said with yet another toothy grin.

"Shark Boy is a dumb reference I probably shouldn't have made. Also, I'm still uncultured so I'd call you Kirishima, right?" I kinda wish Cece was here to handle the awkward parts of conversation for me.

Sharky laughed at- I'm assuming my stupidity- and he nodded, "Yeah, you'd call me Kirishima." After that, Aizawa or whatever-the-flying-frick-his-name-is walked in and started talking about some trip tomorrow. That's gonna be fun.

Time Skip

As soon as I got home to my apartment I was practically attacked by my dog, Yakone. I grabbed his leash and attached it to his collar, I also need to take him out for a walk. Malamutes can be surprisingly energetic. I opened the door and it did not take a genius to see how much he wanted to just run. I feel bad because in such a small apartment he's not able to. I'll need to find a dog park to take him to soon.

I FORGOT TO ASK IF I COULD BRING YAKONE TO THE USJ TOMORROW! FUCK! . . . What if I just show up with my dog tomorrow? Like what are they gonna do? Not let me go cause I have a dog? That's fine, I'd basically get a free day.

Oh well, I'll decide in the morning.