Yare Yare = Japanese "Yare Yare" = Speaking "Yare Yare" = Speaking with telepathy 'Yare Yare' = Thoughts
Disclaimer: I do not own "The disastrous life of Saiki k" by Shuichi Aso. I don't live in America nor do I go to school there, so I don't know if any of my information is correct. I'm sorry if this story seems offensive to anyone, in that case, just let me now, we'll figure something out. Also, English is not my first language, I apologize for any grammatical errors. Also, the characters are all gonna use the right pronouns for eachother, even if they haven't met yet. Does that make sense?
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(In the start of the story Kusuo is 15 y/o. And in Japan, he is in the middle of his first year in high school. But in America, he's gonna be a sophomore when he transfers.)
Long story short, Kusuke got Kuniharu a better job than shoe licking, but the only place that accepted his failure of a father, was in America.
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"Alright everyone, settle down, we have a new transfer student from Japan. Please treat him with respect and remember, he may not be that fluent in English." The teacher said while placing some papers on her desk. The whole class was whispering in excitement now.
Kusuo's POV:
Yare yare. I can already feel a headache forming from all these troublesome thoughts. Anyways, I probably have to introduce myself with my given name first, so that's going to take a while to get used to. And this school doesn't even have uniforms. Like, do you realize how much more effort i have to put in order to blend in? I don't even know what is considered normal here.
So since this place doesn't make us wear any uniforms, I had to actually pick out some clothes. I chose something i would casually wear: basic light blue jeans and a white collar shirt under a light pink sweater.
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