Homophobics leave.
The nightmare repeated itself, leaving me in a panicked state when I woke up again. Keigo steadied me as I shot up, my breathing rapid and beads of cold sweat gathered on my forehead,"Easy, patches." I trembled, temporarily confused before a feeling of dread filled my gut as I caught sight of the hero known as Present Mic. He stared at me in a way I didn't like or understand. I eyed him anxiously before turning back to Keigo. He gave me a sad smile,"You're safe with them." I shook my head nervously,"You- you don't know that for sure." He sighed, letting go off my shoulders,"I do know, because they've taken in two other kids." I turned away from them both, holding my knees to my chest,"I'd rather go to prison." The other answered loudly,"We wouldn't send you to prison even if you were of age! Aizawa believes you can change!" I winced at the sudden burst of his voice. An unmistakable dull voice sounded from the door,"Mic, you have to stay quiet around him. He's timid." I turned to glare at Erasure head. He turned out the door before calling over his shoulder at me,"If you don't come willingly, I can use my scarf." I looked up at Keigo again, mumbling,"Is running away still an option?" He chuckled, though I didn't find it the least bit funny. He quieted, leaning down to whisper in my ear softly,"Maybe once you decide if you like it there or not." I scooted away,"Decided. Now what floor are we on?" He got up to follow me to the window,"Third floor. Why?" I whispered to myself,"High enough, then." Mic, who'd been silently watching us burst into laughter. Looking out the window I spotted a familiar black hooded male with shaggy, blue hair. He was accompanied by the rest of the l.o.v as they stepped through the entrance.
An alarm blared throughout the school. I glanced at Keigo, who was staring at me. I noticed that Mic had left the room, most...