And then the teacher walks into the classroom. "Good morning, sensei!" say all of the students in unison, bowing, to a replied "Good morning," from the teacher himself with a smaller bow. The students don't take their seats until the teacher does.

Adonis was sufficiently prepared for this eventuality that he manages to join in pretty unremarkably.

"Ah, and we have a new transfer student from the West, ah..." He furrows his brows reading Adonis's name. "Rosu Adonisu?" he tries.

"I must apologize once again for my name. It contains an objectively unreasonable consonant."

The teacher does not express an opinion about this and instead goes to, "Why don't you come out here in front and introduce yourself?"

He stands up and walks to the front of the class.

"Hello everyone!" he says, successfully projecting his normally quiet voice all the way to the back of the classroom. "My name is Adonis Roth but Rosu Adonisu is fine. I moved here last week from New York City. I look forward to meeting you all." He bows appropriately. No one is going to notice if he moves slightly too precisely because no one ever notices when he does that.

No one, he says.

"You might have some trouble catching up, but Kobayashi-san takes good notes, he can share them with you."

...he can? Oh, fine, he can. "Yes, sensei."

"Thank you very much, Kobayashi-san!"

He moves to resume his seat.

History class ensues. It probably does not match the history classes Adonis has had so far.

It absolutely does not, but do you know what's a preparation method with a really favourable derangedness to benefit ratio? Studying up on your new curriculum! He follows along pretty well, and takes notes in Japanese with handwriting that hits a careful tradeoff between speed and legibility.

At the end of the class Kobayashi shows up by his desk. "Yo. I'm Kobayashi Toshiki."

"'Yo'? Is that how you introduce yourself to someone new, 'yo'?"

"It is my utmost delight to make your acquaintance, Rosu-san."

"It is my utmost delight to make your acquaintance as well, Kobayashi-san!"

"So you need notes? I don't know what kindsa notes you need to match America, is it 'all of 'em'?"

Okay, how far toward Normal are we turning the dial on this one? He flicks a glance at Iwasaki. Fuck it, we ball.

"I have some thoughts on that," he says modestly, and there follows a briskly efficient comprehensive rundown of which classes he's studied up on and by how much and where his biggest gaps are. He's basically fine in math because math is math, but he would be most grateful for notes in literature and history, with particular attention to...

"Right. I'll. Look over 'em and see what I can do."

"Oh, now I suddenly wish I were as good a student as Kobayashi so it would be me who would get the opportunity to gaze upon your fair visage some more..."

"Thank you very much," he says to Kobayashi, trying not to let Iwasaki make him blush again.

There's a group of students in the hallway out of which comes one girl to stick her head into their homeroom and say, "Iwasaki!"

Kobayashi grabs Iwasaki by the ear and starts pulling him towards the exit. "Your posse's getting impatient, Iwasaki."

"Owowowow that's so unnecessary—" he says, but he follows.