Everything's Not Okay

Is it Okay?

It's done now. They don't have to go through this anymore.

I've been wiping my eyes for what feels like hours since I've been here. Mic-Sensei stares at me with a grim smile.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asks me while resting a hand on my shoulder. It's weird seeing him outside his usual hero costume, but I think I'm starting to get used to it. To this side of Present Mic.

"Yes I'm sure." I hiccup. "I'm just so happy it's working." I look out the window. Mic had moved us to his and Aizawa's section of the teachers' quarters. I'm grateful he did. I don't know what I would do if someone else saw me like this. 

"I'm glad, and I don't want you to stress too much about it okay? I'll handle the pros." I look up at him in shock. "All the pros."

"You would do that for me?" I feel my eyes start to water again. There's just so much happening at once, it seems unreal. This week has just been so awful for me that I didn't think anything good could come out of it. I don't even know what I would've done if I hadn't decided to come to Mic.

"I would do anything for you. You say the word and it'll be done! I think you deserve your own attention here and there, don't you think?" No. I don't think. This isn't for me. Though I'll be happy seeing the kids not suffer anymore, I'll stay with Mr. Akagi. Because that's what I deserve. I don't deserve better for the things I've done, but they do. They deserve the world. 

I start to stand, I can't stay here for long. I've wasted too much of his time and patience. "Thank you Mic-Sensei for everything. I don't think I've ever been this happy." I give him a watery smile. 

"I thought I've told you to call me Yamada, no more Mic. That sounds too professional."

"Thank you Yamada Sensei."

"Why don't you stay a little while longer, have something to eat maybe?" He taps at the chair. He waits for me to sit down before smiling and getting up himself. We're in their "kitchen". From what I've seen all the teachers get their own floor, or at least Mr. Yamada and Mr. Aizawa do. I wonder why? 

Yamada Sensei had walked over to the fridge. He started pulling out random containers, probably with leftovers from previous meals. We never have leftovers at home. We barely had a meal to begin with. Being in this place makes me feel wrong. As if I don't belong here, I don't. It's too nice, too pure for someone like me. I wonder if Mic-Sensei sees it too. He probably does. He knew as soon as I knocked on his door, that I was out of place. 

"Do you mind soup?" He clears my thoughts. He has a soothing voice, I was surprised at first. I didn't think someone as loud as he is could be so calming. 

"no." I look down at the wooden table. It's a medium sized round table, it's fit for the size of the kitchen. It's not too big, but I'm sure it could fit four or even five people. 

"It'll take a while for it to heat it, but I'm sure you won't mind." He smiles at me softly. He stays y the stove to watch over the soup. It puts a good distance between us, but not too much. I can still see everything he's doing. "In the meantime, I thought we could talk?" That surprises me, but I should've known. Why else would he want me to stay if it weren't for some reason?

"Oh, alright?"

"Now I don't know any details, but I do know you've been missing school for a few days now. Are you alright Kaminari, sick?" Is that why he made me soup? I assumed Aizawa Sensei or even Hawks would've told him all the details as to why I'm missing from school. Aizawa mentioned Mic-Sensei knowing that Hawks was supposed to watch over me. I got so mad at them for it, I ran away. But I can't be mad at Yamada Sensei. Not when he has good intentions.