Holy Shit

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"We're leaving. Take your things." Haru looks up at me confusingly. "Come on." I don't have time to take off my uniform so I'll just go like this. I grab my bag and start shoving the kid's pajamas and other things they didn't carry in their backpacks inside. Haru gave up on trying to get me to explain why I randomly barged into the room like this, which I'm glad for. I don't have time to explain anyways. Instead he gets off the bed and packs the book he was reading to his backpack.

I didn't tell the kids what happened yesterday with Jirou. I couldn't have. They would've been heartbroken to know that there's another place where no one wants them in. It's my fault anyways. I should've called off of work more. There's no time to panic. I have to get the kids out of the dorms and hopefully to the library if Mr. Eto had recovered. If not then I'll just have to bring them to the alley with Mr. Sho and Ethan.

This is what's for the best.

No it's not.

All Might I don't have time to argue with myself.

"Did you grab everything?" I zip up my bag before swinging it over my shoulder. I wait for Haru's answer which is only a nod. I head towards the door before Haru stops me. I look back at him to see he's waving his hand. "No, we won't be able to say goodbye. That's why we're leaving now instead of with everyone else." Sometimes I wish I don't say the things that come out of my mouth because now he genuinely looks upset. "I promise I'll tell him that you said bye, okay?" He nods before sighing. I give him a smile that he does not reciprocate as usual.

This is what's for the best.

I open the door to my room. I take a quick look at the hallway to see that thankfully no one is in it. I start walking out with Haru before deciding that maybe I should lock my door. Turning back to lock the door that's usually unlocked, I give a sigh. Why does everything have to be so stressful? I am glad that the kids are in school though. Since there's only Haru, it'll be less noticeable to see us leaving. I mean I'm still leaving with a kid, but at least it's not kids. I decide on taking the stairs since an elevator might be to noisy and cause attention. I don't know who's in the common area and I'm only on the third floor anyways. It's not as if I'm going to be tired afterwards just in case I need to run.

Once we make it to the common area I rush towards the kitchen. I can't hear any noise coming from the couches so maybe there's no one here. I quickly swipe an apple before opening my bag to put it inside. I'm glad there's only clothes in here because that apple would've been a goner by now. I take Haru's hand and start walking to the door. Honestly I'm basically dragging him, but after we past the couches we can't stop. Jirou and Hagakure are sitting there. I don't want Haru to hear the things she said. Even if he can't exactly hear everything clearly, he can recognize the tone, plus he's able to read lips. It's moments like these that make me wish he was like Koji and just couldn't see that far away. Haru has been getting too comfortable of this place for it all to just go down the drain. I can't let him think negatively of this place too. I already know he thinks Mr. Eto is getting tired of him. It's only a matter of time before he won't have a safe space. I'm already ruining this place. Good going Denki.

"Hey Haru! Kaminari!" Haru stops to look at Hagakure. I stop with him but don't turn around. He doesn't say or do anything so she takes that as a way of saying hi. "Where are you guys going? Sumie and them haven't come back yet... did you not go to school today?" Right. They don't know that Haru doesn't actually go to school. I never planned on telling them, but it would've came handy in situations like these. I turn to Haru to see he's still looking at them so I glance at them too. Hagakure is just sitting on the couch like normal, but Jirou has her eyes wide. It takes her a moment but she starts whispering something that only they can hear. And yeah that's my cue to leave.

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