I heard a rattling song and woke up, but it stopped. I started to go back to sleep, but I heard footsteps outside the room. I get up and crouch on the floor beside the bed, where you can't see from the door. The door to the room opened and I heard a rustling sound. I peeked over the side of the bed and saw that the doctor guy was back, and he brought food.
I hadn't realized how hungry I was until just now. My stomach started to growl, and the guy looked over at me. How embarrassing! He motions for me to come over, so I get up. He tilts his head toward the food, his way of offering some, I suppose. I grab something and start to eat it, and he does the same. He points at my uniform and says something, then does a motion toward the door. I don't have school tomorrow, and I'm not doing the work study thing right now, so I can stay. I tell him this and hold up my fingers and point to indicate that this is the weekend, and I don't have to go yet.
When the weekend ends, I say goodbye and head back to school. I leave pretty early in the morning, so then I'll have time to shower and change. But upon entering the dorms, I'm greeted by a punch in the face from Bakugou. He starts yelling at me about being gone for so long and worrying everyone. After being with that guy for just two days, it already sounds strange to hear someone speaking Japanese again.
When the school day ends, I go the school Library and look for an English-Japanese dictionary. I feel bad for staying in that guys place and eating his food, but not even being able to say Thanks or Sorry to him. The whole rest of the week, I feel like I'm walking in a daze or through thick fog. I rush through my homework and training, so that I can work on my English. I stay up late reading books in English, trying to pronounce the words, and I practice talking to other people. I stopped trying to talk to Bakugou. He got mad and burned my notes.
If that guy hasn't left yet, I plan to apologize to and thank him properly. I just don't know why this means so much to me.
