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You had been accepted to do a foreign exchange student program in Japan. For the rest of your high school career, you would be living in a completely different country and culture, filled with people with different mannerisms from you. And you couldn't be more thrilled. From a young age you had been studying the country, its culture and their language. Reading, writing and speaking for hours on end ever since you were nine. It simply enthralled you, for no particular reason. Sure, it's not really the most useful language, but you didn't care. You found beauty in it, and it made you happy.

So, when you found an opportunity at your local high school to travel to the country you always wanted to, you jumped at the chance. Your parents were a little hesitant at first, but you had managed to convince them after few weeks of begging. Getting accepted was fairly easy, since you spoke the language fluently. All that was left was the paperwork and the preparations necessary.

Which only took a whole year.

To say you were impatient was a bit of an understatement, but once you had completed your first year at your local high school, they had given you the exciting news that next year you would be attending Karasuno High school in Miyagi. The next couple of weeks flew by and soon you were on the plane heading to your greatest dream true.

When you got off the plane you were greeted by the family that you would be staying with. It was quite a small family, with a single mother and two brothers. Not you that had minded. The mother and the oldest son, Akiteru, his name was, seemed quite nice actually, both exhibiting a friendly and pleasant aura. You wish you could same about the other one. The other boy, Kei, who was your age and was going to be going to the same school as you, seemed extremely cold and distant. He hadn't even said hello, but just looked at you funny. As if you were already an inconvenience to him. He also was extremely intimidating, but that just might be his height. If it wasn't for the physical similarities, you wouldn't even think he was related to the other two. But nevertheless, you wouldn't let him ruin your experience.

At least you tried to not let Kei ruin your experience. So far, he's made it pretty shitty.

During the first month of you living with his family, he hadn't said a single word to you. He was always in his room and acted like he didn't even know you existed. He even refused to sit with you for dinner, taking his portion and marching right back up to his room. Now, you didn't mind if someone didn't like you, not everyone gets along, but it seemed liked he hated you for simply existing. And it frustrated you. You didn't even know why it bothered you as much as it did. You didn't even know him.

Not to mention, it was almost always you and him alone together in the house. You had learned later on that Akiteru was a college student, so he rented a small apartment and only visited for the holidays, and that their mother's job required her to leave town often for multiple days at a time. Since school wouldn't start for another two weeks, you were basically stuck with yourself. Which got boring really quickly. But nevertheless, you handled it, and the first term flew by, with you making some decent friends, and soon the second one started.

During those months he did start talking to you more, but it was only to annoy you. Making fun of anything he put his mind to. Your clothes, the way you talked (heaven forbid you mess something up in Japanese), your looks, your friends (Only the guys, though) and countless other little things. Each and every comment had started to pile up inside you, and with each new one, your patience grew thinner and thinner.

You had tried to let the little things go, since Kei was one of those people who loved getting a reaction out of others. If you showed you didn't care, he would stop, but he didn't. He'd constantly torment you, no matter what you did. You slowly started fighting back, and that only caused him to fight back harder. All you wanted now was for him to stop. Not have anything else to say. Not have the last word in an argument. Just one time would make you satisfied. To say something and have him be silent. To give him a taste of his own medicine, and you would die happy with your life choices.