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His first day as a student at Francois Dupont was more confusing than arriving in the foreign land had been. He could speak English and a fair amount of French, so he had communicated smoothly up to this point, but having to write in French and speak to a roomful of new classmates was a challenge unlike any other he had met. He would have preferred combatting them all simultaneously to the TORTURE of mass socialization.
He kept quiet, his head down; listening. He would not focus on making friends for the first few days, only learning— but not just the subjects the school taught. He was learning about people and their gossip, the important events of Paris. Amongst this chatter were woes about the absence of a popular student. His father made him stay at home— Tamotsu did not understand why— and there was no knowing when he would return.
The answer, it turned out, was only two days. The famous absentee, Adrien Agreste, was met with cheer by everyone in the class— everyone, that is, except Tamotsu, who waited until the end of class to introduce himself.
“Salut! Ah… tu parles anglais?” Tamotsu approached his classmate with trepidation. He did not fear the boy or what might come of their conversation, only the possibility that he might struggle with a language he was not totally fluent in. “Je m'appelle Tamotsu Kuroba…” He bowed politely and looked up in confusion. He did not know how to say the next part of his greeting in French, and the English variations would not suffice. “…Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.”
THE HUSTLE && BUSTLES of being a superhero combined with the already ridiculously busy schedule the young teen had meant quite a few mistiming classes. he sent his apologies to the teacher, turning to head to his seat— only for his gaze to land on a COMPLETELY NEW FACE sitting in the class. a few curious blinks were sent his way before offering a smile in greeting && taking his seat. class had ALREADY BEGUN so he would have to introduce himself later.
as the bell had rung && students began collecting their things, Adrien did the same, only to find a voice — the voice of the newcomer pulling his attention.
he was asking if Adrien spoke english ?? oh no— his LEAST PRACTICED language. still, this new student was making a good go at French, even if his pronunciation was a little off. A NAME, that was a good start. the blonde grinned wide, hoping his recognition of his native tongue would put the other at ease. ❛ ah, c’est un plaisir de vous rencontrer, Tamotsu ! je m’appelle Adrien ! ❜ hands fold, gesturing to himself just to be sure he was clear.
the next set of words were a JUMBLE to his brain, though. not french, nor english or even CHINESE. Adrien was definitely stumped now. his welcoming smile FALTERS to a more forced one, melded with obvious confusion. ❛ uhhh... pourriez - vous répéter ?? ❜