[h3][color=7ea7d8][b]GEN HOUJOU[/b][/color][/h3][hr]
[b]"Fish! Splish splash your ass over here."[/b]

Who was to do [i]what now?[/i] The nickname struck a chord of terror through him, and it was with great despair that he turned to face his addresser. Terrible idea, but force of habit practically forced his body around for him. Goddamn Houjou manners.

Ah. Damn his luck.

He plastered a polite smile onto his face, though to anyone else it probably looked like he was holding in a bowel movement, and stiffly obeyed. Better to indulge the thug’s demands than end up as a pile of ash. 

Gen felt his lower lip wobble.

Of course [i]Gojira[/i] was there. The She-Hulk. Vandal. Two other girls he’d glimpsed in the college area halls from time to time. Why weren’t they running while they had the opportunity? Why wasn’t he?!

[color=7ea7d8]“<Goddamn. Houjou. Manners.>”[/color] He muttered to himself pleasantly, through aching teeth.

Just one hour. He was supposed to just stand around here, reading, without having to talk to anyone. And now he was—

A lightbulb went off.

There was a way to weasel out of this. He’d still have to talk to them, but that didn’t mean he had to [i]speak[/i] with them.

Gen steeled himself as he stood before them.

[color=7ea7d8]“He… Hello,”[/color] he said, playing up his accent as much as he could. 

His speech was hesitant, as if he was double checking every word. Foreign student act was a-go. 

[color=7ea7d8]“My name is… Gen. My Engli— My English name is Zack. Nice to… meet you.”[/color]

He bowed lightly.