Yuki was leaving on a school day.

The teacher had been notified once school had ended. So not even his classmates could bid him a farewell. He was given a couple hours to pack his things. Not much had added since his arrival there. He had a different set of clothes but that was about it.

"Hey, they're here for you." the father knocked on the door frame.

"Yes, sir." he softly replied. Stuffing his worn out backpack into the bag as well.

"How was he?"

"He was okay. Often came back from school late so who knows what he was really up to." he'd overheard the mother.

"I see."

Yuki kept his head down walking towards the door. He could feel their eyes on him.

"Well paperwork is all checked out. Thank you for taking care of him."

Yuki bowed politely along with them, a soft thank-you leaving his lips as well.

-.-.-

He could feel his shoulders getting heavier with every step he took towards the car.

Maybe if he begged to stay, he could. He hadn't given it a try but by now it kind of seemed pointle--

"YUKI!"

He immediately turned back to the voice.

"Mai?"

She was running towards him. Her brightness of her smile caused him to tear up.

"What are you doing?!" he laughed, catching her as she latched onto him.

"I have a plan!" she giggled, lightly jumping on her toes.

Pulling away he frowned. "You're supposed to be in school!"

"Not now, look!" she held up a paper to his face.

Yuki stepped back a bit to look at it. "Hero school...?"

"Yeah! You have a quirk! I don't! But they have other courses for non-heroes too."

"Mai, I don't know--"

"You don't want to be a hero, I know, I know. But we can meet up at school again!" she smiled.

"School?"

"Yeah! Satori Yuki, will you promise to meet me at U.A. High School!" She declared.

Yuki stood there shocked. A smile creeping onto his face.

"Yeah!"

"Good." Mai grinned, shoving the paper onto him. "Cause I'm going to study my butt off and make sure I score higher than you in everything."

Yuki couldn't help but laugh as tears fell.

"I'll see you in 10 years!" Mai shouted as she tried running next to the car.

"10 Years!" Yuki shouted back. Sending her the widest smile he could.

* * *

Yuki watched as Bakugo set up the extra futon a couple feet away from him.

"You don't have to keep watch." he whispered, suppressing a hiss from his headache.

"It's not like this is the first time. It was either me or shitty Deku." Bakugo grumbled.

Yuki let out a small huff of annoyance before turning to face the reading nook's bookshelf.

"Dinner's in a couple minutes, do you want anything from downstairs?" the blond asked.

Yuki hummed a bit, thinking.

"Fruit snacks."

"You can't have sweets."

Yuki threw the covers off of him, sitting up in offence, "Since when are they sweet--"

Bakugo sent him an unwavering look.

"Oh nevermind." Yuki scowled.

"I'll be back with our food."

"Our?"

"I might as well eat here too."

With that Yuki was left by his lonesome.

As he waited he suppose he should brush his teeth. It might have been more than a day since he last did that. With what little strength he had, he slowly wobbled to his bathroom. The bright lights kept his eyes down onto the tiled floor.

Eventually having adjusted he was able to glance at the mirror. His face pale, yet also flushed a light red. His hair wasn't as oily, having apparently almost 'drowned' earlier in the afternoon. He was wearing what he would consider his laundry clothes as everything else was dirty.

His arms hurt. He noticed as he carefully brushed his teeth. Glaring down at his left palm he couldn't feel himself shaking but he was seeing otherwise.

He paused. Slowly lifting the side of his shirt.

They're still there.

"If only they weren't." he droned, continuing brushing his teeth.

-.-.-

It was quiet as the two ate.

"Everyone's worried."

Yuki hummed in acknowledgement.

"Aizawa said they weren't allowed to come up to see you."

Yuki frowned and went to ask why but then stopped.

"Oh...yeah. That might be best." he mumbled, nibbling on his rice.

Bakugo frowned. "Why do you say that?"

Yuki reached for his cup of tea. "I have these episodes... it's not safe to be around me."

"And Deku and I are?" Bakugo questioned.

Yuki smiled a bit. "Must be, you're here aren't you?"

"More like a shitty babysitter. We were supposed to check up on you every now and then for your temperature." Bakugo told the healer.

"Chiyo-sensei, I assume." Yuki mumbled, drinking the broth of his soup.

Bakugo kept an eye on how much Yuki was eating. It looked as though he didn't really eat much unless he absolutely needed too.

"Why's your lawyer coming by?" Bakugo asked, placing some vegetables into Yuki's bowl.

Yuki paused and looked up at the blond.

"If I puke it's your fault," he warned, using his utensils to point at him accusingly. "But he's coming by to review paperwork."

"Why? Can't that wait after you're better?"

Yuki shook his head, biting onto the vegetables.

"Is... is there a reason?" Bakugo cautiously asked.

Yuki nodded.

"You're giving me very vague answers." he pointed out.

"And it's for the best." Yuki replied.

They continued to eat in silence.

"You mentioned your pop's and uncle earlier."

Yuki could feel his insides scream at his stupidity. "Did I?"

"Yeah."

"Oh,"

"You mentioned not having parents before. Never an uncle."

"Since when are you interested in my family?" Yuki chuckled, continuing his nibbling.

"Is he your guardian now--"

"No." Yuki quickly shot him down, silverware hitting the table. "Mom died a bit after I was born. My dad and uncle passed away in a car crash. I made it out. Any more questions while we're at it?"

Yuki's guard was up. That much was noticeable. What Bakugo also noticed was how detached he felt just by the look of his eyes.

He gently placed his bowl and silverware down and continued to stare at the sick boy.

"What's so dangerous about your episodes?" he whispered.

Yuki's eyes only seemed to harden, his face remaining neutral as he leaned onto the table.

"Tell me, Bakugo, can you remember being a kid?"

Bakugo immediately frowned. Confused as to what that had to do with anything.

"I guess, what does that--"

"You have a pretty good idea what it was like don't you?" Yuki quickly asked.

"Yea--"

"Well I don't." Yuki finally told him. His grey eyes giving the red eyed boy a warning.

But Bakugo didn't heed the warning, "What do you mean?"

Yuki continued to stare down Bakugo. Leaning back and picking up his bowl to resume eating.

"People become dangerous, even more so, when they learn to control their emotions." Yuki began, reaching for a side dish.

Bakugo listened intently.

"When training the mind to be stronger than the heart...you tend to lose sight of who you are or were before it." Yuki mumbled before drinking his tea.

"There are things I can remember because I was me, or at least a bit of me. Other things, I can't. And when I do... No one should be around. Those are what the episodes are about."

-.-.-

He wakes up.

A scream caught within. Silently gasping for air.

His grey eyes wide, awake, all the while adrenaline is suddenly running through his entire being.

He can feel the blankets weighing on him but he's cold and--

I must be with him.

He tries to listen for anything.

He must be sleeping...

The slow heavy breathing only confirms it. Yet doubt crosses his head as the pounding of his heart is overwhelmingly loud.

As quietly as he hopes he is, he slides from beneath the blankets.

He can't see anything. But he hears a flutter.

Snapping his head to the direction he feels a soft and almost enticing breeze.

The window's open. So it must be the curtain.

Eyes adjusting, he can only make out outlines. And he's right.

Someone else is in the room.

He turns back to look at the open window.

No Bars. No Screen.

A thought crosses his mind. But fear quickly replaces it.

It's almost too perfect.

He's sleeping.

The window's open.

He knows he can.

But what of the others?

He could always come back...

Why not just

...run.

And so he begins.

He's slow and quiet as he crawls out of bed around the sleeping figure.

Reaching the window he struggles to push it open, whispers of the door brushing against its frame.

There's a balcony.

It's cold. He swore he could feel his skin burn out of relief.

Cautiously he looked back, then back out.

And it was as though the world wanted him to run. Heavy clouds covering the moon's light.

He slowly stood up, placing his hands onto the railing.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

He's awake!

Flinging himself over the balcony without a chance to doubt.

"Oi! Where are you going?!" They growled.

He lands on a path of stones.

Scrambling to stand, he begins to run.

The pounding in his ears muffling the shouts. His adrenalin numbing his legs that may or may not be bleeding.

He doesn't look back as he runs into the small forest.

His plan was to get out and make it somewhere safe. He hoped everyone would be okay from his mistake.

He ran. His legs were burning. Feet sting with every step he took.

The streetlights were not nearly enough to light his path.

That was good , he thought.

He'd stay hidden a lot longer this way.

He doesn't know how far he ran but when he finally stops he can't see anything. Only a small clearing, waxing moon peeking through the clouds as though congratulating him.

Slumping onto his knees, he hunches over only to fall to his side in exhaustion.

"Im alive."

He struggles to catch his breath.

The blades of grass poking at his skin.

"I'm alive."

He repeated with a small smile.

The moonlight caressing his exhausted figure as he bathed in the cool breeze.

"I'm alive."

He whispered curling against the earth. Wishing for it to comfort him in return.

"I'm alive."

A shaking breath leaving his lips.

Finally, he held onto himself, clutching onto the harsh blades of grass, he knew he was only alive at the feeling of it.

In the distance he heard cars speeding down a road.

His ears are still pounding rather obnoxiously.

Slowly, he allowed himself to be lulled by it.

He hoped they would not find him. But wished to go back for their sake.

The cool night's breeze easing his thoughts as it danced through the trees.

Even if it is for one night.

He was alive.

He was still alive.

His body eventually gave in to sleep.

It was only a couple minutes after the boy had entered a deep slumber was a flashlight lit upon him.

A peaceful and serene look under the moonlight.