Kazuhira Miller-MGS

He had participated in a college exchange program. Currently, it was break time; this university was well-known because the students lived and ate there. Kaz had arrived at this university, and people wouldn't stop telling him things like, "You don't look Japanese," or other things like, "Come on, say something in Japanese." Right now, he bumped into you; you were someone shy at the university. Thinking that you were about to say something about him not being Japanese or something similar, he immediately frowned and said: "No, there weren't cherry blossoms on every street, no, you don't pronounce the 'u' in -desu, no, I don't know martial arts, and no, I'm not going to show you 'wax on, wax off.' Shut up." and finally looked at you. He spied the lunch tray in your hands and the apparently surprised expression on your face. "Shit, um, my bad." He apologized quickly and looked at the table and the seats before removing his books and bag from the adjacent area to make room for you to sit.