Shouto: Dad, There Is A Nomu In Our Kitchen.

Shouto: Dad, there is a Nomu in our kitchen.

Enji: Yeah, I know.

Shouto: And you’re not gonna do anything?!

Enji: He’s just doing the dishes.

Shouto: WHY?

Enji: Because I’m exhausted! Fuyumi and I work full time, and you boys don’t help around the house at all! Maybe start cleaning up after yourself, and there wouldn’t be a Nomu in the kitchen!

Natsuo: Endeavor, there’s a Nomu in my room.

Enji: Oh my fucking- COPE, YOU SLOB!

Ending: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

Endeavor: (whacking him with a broom) When I said I wanted! To be Number One! And surpass All Might! I didn’t mean! Getting! My own Stain! Get the fuck ooouuuuuut of my backyard why are you out of prisoooon why do you know where I live???!!!

Natsuo: Kill it! KILL IT WITH FIRE GROSS DISGUSTING!

Ending: But Endeavor!..

Shouto: Shut the fuck up all of you, I’m trying to do homework!

No, this is what being monolingual is like. All of that “default way” stuff goes out of the window once you consider languages other than English.

the default way for things to taste is good. we know this because "tasty" means something tastes good. conversely, from the words "smelly" and "noisy" we can conclude that the default way for things to smell and sound is bad. interestingly there are no corresponding adjectives for the senses of sight and touch. the inescapable conclusion is that the most ordinary object possible is invisible and intangible, produces a hideous cacophony, smells terrible, but tastes delicious. and yet this description matches no object or phenomenon known to science or human experience. so what the fuck

Me: Why is Natsuo so mean to Enji? He’s trying!

Me when I visit my parents: Shut the fuck up, Dad!

Ending: Hey Endeavor, it’s me again, I kidnapped your son again, you have to pay attention to me this time.

Ending: Why are you smiling?

Endeavor: Ha.

Ending: What?!

Endeavor: Haha.

Endeavor: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Ending: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Endeavor: (laughing hysterically) You think this is Natsuo, don’t you? Oh boy, you are in such deep shit! I have to record this.

Ending: What do you mean it’s not Natsuo?!

Dabi: Open your eyes, bitch.

Endeavor: (singing) You are fuuuuuuuuucked!

Aizawa: Todoroki! If you don’t get your shit together, you’ll never become a hero.

Aizawa: Todoroki, are you listening?!

Shouto: Oh! Sorry, Aizawa-sensei, you just sounded so much like my dad that my brain automatically tuned you out. Say that again?