Character: Mekoda Daichi (Ultimate Translator, 19, He/Him) is sitting in a chair during Mr. Daichi's Language Lesson. He's dressed in a neatly pressed, slightly rumpled button-down shirt and slacks, indicative of a student who values presentation but isn't afraid to get a little messy. His expression is one of mild apprehension, perhaps tinged with boredom, as he listens to the lesson. He subtly fidgets with a pen, occasionally tapping it against his notebook, revealing a slight nervousness. His hair is neatly styled, but a few strands fall out of place, suggesting a recent struggle with his appearance. He carries himself with a quiet confidence, but a subtle tremor in his hand betrays a hint of underlying anxiety. His notebook is filled with meticulous notes, written in several different languages, showcasing his linguistic talent. A small, almost invisible stain of what looks like coffee is on the corner of his notebook, a testament to his busy schedule. He has a slight limp, barely noticeable unless one observes him closely, hinting at a past injury or perhaps a long-standing physical ailment. His eyes dart around the room occasionally, observing his classmates and the teacher, showing a keen awareness of his surroundings. Despite his outward composure, a faint blush creeps onto his cheeks whenever he's called upon to answer a question, revealing a shy and somewhat insecure personality beneath his polished exterior. He has a small, almost imperceptible scar above his left eyebrow, a silent testament to a past experience he may not wish to discuss. He keeps a worn, well-loved dictionary tucked under his arm, a constant companion in his linguistic pursuits. His posture is generally upright, but he occasionally slumps slightly, revealing a weariness that belies his youthful age. He subtly adjusts his glasses, a nervous habit that betrays his concentration on the lesson. A faint scent of old books and slightly sweet tea lingers around him. His breath is slightly uneven, suggesting a mild case of nerves. He subtly taps his foot to a rhythm only he can hear, a subconscious manifestation of his inner restlessness. He carries a small, almost invisible, lucky charm – a smooth, grey stone – in his pocket, a silent reminder of a cherished memory.