[5: Weeaboo]
(One Week Later)
It was time. I was doing more training, and then I got a letter from one of the staff members here in the hotel. I don't know the process of sending mail to a hotel, since I've never done it, but it's UA, so whatever.
I sat down at a table and opened it. There was an acceptance letter and a little circular device that would play the hologram message from All Might.
I set the device down, but it wasn't All Might; it was Nezu. Not surprising, since I was kind of expecting this. Beyond just the exam itself, it was also my living situation. Again, I'm sure there are some muddy details, but all's well that ends well.
"Greetings, Eleanor, I am Nezu, principal of UA. I'd first like to say, welcome to Japan. And secondly, congratulations on getting accepted into UA. You scored the highest points out of anyone, including the hero category we kept hidden from everyone. You certainly left an impression on our faculty, though it's most likely a different case for those who were in your testing zone. School won't start for a bit more time, since we need to get everything ready, but given your unusual circumstances as a transfer student, I highly recommend that you meet with me in person so we can discuss certain things in a better environment. That will be all." The image fuzzed out as soon as the hologram ended.
I looked through the rest, and there was a fancy certificate and acceptance letter. There also came a student ID with my photo on it. Man, I look good. Anyway, he said to go meet him in person. And since my time at this hotel is up, and I'm not willing to spend money on this place, I'm going to go. I'm going to pack my things in a backpack I bought. I don't have much. I only bought some essentials and some extra clothes as the week passed. I'm trying to save my money for now.
I quickly packed my things and got ready to go back to UA.
The best thing about Japan so far is the transit. These trains are amazing. Just the fact that they actually arrive on time is enough to make it number 1 in my book. I've been to the rat-infested pit called New York City. Let me tell you, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. The subway system there is deplorable, and I'm convinced the rats are mutated 'cause they're so big. If I had to describe what going through the New York City subway system is like, it's like slogging your way through an endless residue of pain, torture, and endless hell.
I wouldn't compare it to Japan at all. It's like trying to compare Anthony Joshua to Jake Paul. One is very clearly a better boxer, if you can even call Jake a "boxer," just like if you can even call the subway in New York "public transit." Technically, yes, but no.
Enough about that. There's enough time to be a hater throughout the day. I have a meeting with Nezu to go to.
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Well, here I am. I had to ask a few questions about where Nezu's office was, but I made it. This place is not only big, but also really well designed. In aesthetic terms. It's nice to look at.
Anyway, I'm here outside of his office. I know what to expect, which is why I already checked out of the hotel and have all my belongings with me.
I knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Here we go.
"Hello. You must be Nezu. My name is Eleanor, though I guess you already know that." I took a seat in front of his desk. It's kind of weird talking to him because of his size, but it also strangely looks right. Like, it doesn't look wrong when he's at his desk.
"I'll say it again, welcome to Japan. I hope your time here is going well."
"I'm still getting used to it, but everything is very nice."
"Good to hear. Let's move on to more important topics. As a foreign exchange student, there should be things you have, but in your case, you don't. Normally, you would have a host family or maybe even a private or shared apartment, but you don't. Of course, you could live in a dorm, but that's usually for university students."
I would try my best to explain, but I literally have no knowledge of the specific details of this whole thing. All I know is that since I'm here, whatever paperwork and other things were needed for this were met.
"Well, the paperwork and everything else went through, didn't it? I even did the exam for this school. Though my living situation could be improved upon." I was trying to nudge him to my backpack, which carried basically everything I had.
"You are right, everything was cleared and went through, which means everything should be fine. Well, you're here now, so we make do with the situation. As for your living accommodations, how do you feel about living on campus? Though you'll mostly be alone."
Yes! Yes! Yes! This is exactly what I was waiting for! Living in a dorm with no other people! Hell Yeah! Not having some brain-dead, mentally challenged, sloth for a roommate that can't perform basic hygienic and common life skills? This must be heaven!
"Any living space is better than nothing. And living on campus is good. I can train my quirk better without having to worry about any external damage done, and I can train in a contained environment." I had to hide my excitement, of course. And a contained environment? Yeah, right, they get broken into very early on. Although that's because of….I forgot his name. The French guy. Though I don't think he's French. Is he French or not? Is he a francophile?
Wait, I know!
He's a…oui-aboo.
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Laugh. You know that was good.
"Well, Eleanor, here at UA, I can give you an accommodation in a dorm. We have some built, but it's not open for use at the moment. I can make an exception for you. I assume you agree given your previous statement?"
"Yes."
"Alright, then." He pulled out a card from a drawer on his desk. It was a keycard for getting into the dorms. Since he had this already prepared, it's obvious he planned this out. But I'm not complaining. I just need the resources this place offers; everything else is on the back burner.
I was never one for school pride anyway; that whole thing is kind of dumb. Who cares what school you're from? I don't care if someone is from Harvard, MIT, Ohio State University—sorry, "the" Ohio State University, as those pretentious people say, or any of those other schools where the most pompous people go to and graduate just for the name and them think they're important when they're not. The only thing that matters is if your school is accredited; that's all. There it is again, my hater side. Man, it can be so fun to rant sometimes.
Although, the University of Oklahoma makes a good counterpoint. They're giving a bad image and PR for schools down there, last time I checked. I wonder if they've recovered from that essay nonsense yet.
"Since you'll be the only one living in there, you can pick whatever room you want. The rules and expectations are simple: we expect the dorms and your room to maintain a clean environment, no illegal or contraband items are allowed, decorations can not be vulgar or obscene, and any damage caused by you to an item, even if accidental, will be your responsibility to pay for. Of course, any damage done by natural events or other causes outside of your circumstances will be covered by the school. Lastly, as an exchange student, the school will give you a monthly stipend for personal expenses. Now, any questions?
Alright, pretty standard rules and stuff. I'm sure that's not all of them, but there's an expected courtesy and common sense when it comes to this stuff.
"No questions. Can I finally go?"
"Yes, you may go now. You'll find an information package in the dorm about other details you need to know. Use the time before school starts to familarize yourself around here, adn to train your quirk."
I grabbed the keycard and put it in my pocket as I stood up from the chair. "Will do, Principal Nezu."
I walked away, and I thought he would say something, but he just stared at me. I'll admit, it was kind of creepy the way he turned into a statue as he looked at me. Typical Nezu stuff.
Finally, I got a permanent place to live! Now to unpack and unwind.
Oh, damn it! I got to deal with the main cast now! At least the grapehead won't be there. That I know for sure. Oh man, dealing with a bunch of kids won't be fun.
Now, I should pick up some calming and meditation techniques, so I don't blow Bakugo up into a pink mist when he shouts.
Oh, and then there's the French guy. What will I do with him?
Too many questions and concerns when you basically know everything that will happen soon.
Oh well. Nothing a drone strike or two, or three, or however many it takes can't solve.