{presumed dead} Bnha

9

  One week later

   I get up yet again with deep red and purple shadows under my eyes, wishing I didn't wake up at all. Rolling on my side, I bump into Shinso's sleeping form. He's been staying in my room for the past few rights, much to my temporary guardians disapproval. Emphasis on temporary. 

   Nobody could've ever predicted what happened, so there wasn't really any backup plan for me. I get to stay in my house, the counselor thought too much change would be bad for my mental heath.

   As if it could get any worse.

  I haven't eaten more than a bannana in days. I'm plagued by fiery nightmares every night, and my only family is dead. Life's pretty sucky.  My foster parent is a chubby, middle aged woman who is clearly doing this for the cash. She doesn't cook, talk to me (unless she's telling me to 'stop whining') or acknowledge my existence. 

   That's not even the worst part. 

  She has other foster kids.

  Who now live in my house.

  Yep, three boys, all around 5 or 6, who now sleep on my living room couch. Thankfully she stays in the guest room, and not my dads old room. . Shinso has helped me stay seperate from all of them and mourn in peace, but it's still hard when my childhood home is being defaced.

   I rub the sleep from my eyes when my phone dings. At first I think its yet another well intentioned 'sorry', that I haven't responded too, but I now notice the caller id. 

   It's Nezu asking if I'm ready to move into the dorms yet.

   Nonononono I'm not ready. I thought I had more time. I can't do it tonight.  I panic. This is bad. Really bad. 

   I never intend to move into the dorms. I guess my plans are being moved up, I'm sorry Shinso. I ignore Nezu's text, instead sneaking out of bed and grabbing my biggest duffle bag. I mentally make a checklist in my head.

  Toothbrush, clothes, money, phone charger, food rations, knife, what else? 

  I stuff the bag, making sure to get all the essentials and nothing else. I can't help but stuff in our photo album and the cat stuffie Dad got me when he adopted me, even though they take up space. I take a deep breath, knowing what I'm about to do will probably haunt me for my whole life.

   I sneak into Aizawa's old room, careful not to wake anyone up. I snake my arm behind the dresser, grabbing fistfuls of wadded up bills. There has to be, what, couple thousand bucks here? Dad was saving it for an emergency, the only reason I know about it is because I once used my quirk to eavesdrop. I guess this can be counted as an emergency. 

  Then I realize; This is the first time I've been in Dads room since he died. And will probably be the last time. This sobering thought stops me in my tracks. I slowly spin around, taking in the room. My eyes tear up, this is too much. I grab a few items that I can't bear to lose, including one of his favorite black shirts, the iconic sleeping bag, and his goggles and binding scarf. 

  Wait, what?

  Why didn't he have his scarf or goggles with him?

  I shake my head, I can't head down this path. Reminding myself that he died, I rush back to my room and stuff the goodies in my now full duffel. My normally numb heart is starting to feel more and more determined. Dad would be proud of me. 

   Since it's still around 6:30 in the morning, I climb back into bed with the purple haired boy, snuggling up to his back to combat the morning chill. Shinso shifts yet doesn't fully wake up. With my big plans for tonight, I need to be fully rested, so I doze off into yet another fitful sleep.