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+++A Fox Spirit Possessed Me and Now I Speak Japanese+++
He doesn't realize he’s doing it at first.
He’ll just slip into it and no one will tell him. Will let him go on for hours and hours without consequence.
He needs them to stop doing that. It’d been going on for weeks before he picked up on it (and even then, it was with help).
Which is sad, but after having another voice in his head, it was way too easy to write it off.
He knew what he was saying and everything made sense to him . He just hadn’t realized realized that no one else he knew was fairing well until… well until Noshiko Yukimura walked into his kitchen with his dad, Scott, Lydia, and a worried looking Kira.
He’d just started boiling water for dinner and he wasn't really in the mood for a long talk about the Nogitsune and his recovery, so he just pretends they're not there. That they aren't all watching him.
Then Noshiko asks him about his day… and he can't bring himself to ignore a direct address so he answers and doesn't look at her as he pulls tomatoes out of the fridge.
Then she surprises him by asking him about lacrosse. And not just how well he plays it, but she asks about the similarities and differences of the game today from when it was first invented. And well… he knows this.
He’d spent hours once learning everything there was to know about lacrosse when Scot had first suggested they join the team at the end of eighth grade and headed into freshman year. They’d spent the summer practicing and trying to get good, but Scott’s asthma…
Well anyway, he breaks down the entire history of lacrosse as he continued to chop and stir and move about the kitchen.
He finishes his meal prep and his explanation at the same time. The zucchini have all been properly stuffed and he puts them in the over. He checks the eggs he’d boiled, then he turns around to see Noshiko by the counter. She’s slicing a separate zucchini and seasoning it with the spices that he’d left scattered across the counter.
“Stiles,” she says calmly, still slicing, “are you aware that you’ve been speaking in Japanese this whole time?” she asks the question in Japanese and he freezes.
Had he?
“Have I?” he asks and he hears it then.
This whole time the words had just been words to him. He hadn’t even realized… He looks over at his dad who’d taken a seat at the table with the others (All of then watching while he’d been speaking).
“Have I been speaking to you all in Japanese this whole time?! Why didn't anyone tell me?!”
And there it was (again) in Japanese.
It frustrates him and he has to rethink the words for a moment.
“Dad?” He asks, “Have I been speaking like this the whole time?”
The English sounds so much less confident than the Japanese before.
The Sheriff looks almost tearful but he keeps it together.
“Most days, but-”
“Days?! Dad! I speak to you everyday! Why didn't anyone tell me sooner?! I’ve been telling you about my day for weeks!”
“And I enjoyed the concept of it! It sounded like your days were going well! I was able to record some and translate a few sentences. You got an A on your Econ exam last week. And I'm so proud of you.”
“Dad!”