Peace, freedom. That's what he wanted. That's what he desired.

He wanted to disappear, to fly free like a bird. He wanted to fly somewhere where he never was. He wanted to dissolve in the falling leaves. He wanted freedom.

Someone, he wanted someone to care about him, to cradle and love, to kiss on the forehead and hold close. He didn't need passionate kisses; he didn't need someone wanting him as if he was something; he didn't want people to assume things about him without knowing him firsthand.

He couldn't believe that he lost that comfort spot; he couldn't believe that someone so close to him had to leave him. He couldn't believe it.

And now, seeing you here with Aizawa after the second semester started, 'A student who had to switch schools,' sensei explained.

And suddenly he felt a mix of emotions: anger, confusion, relief, desperation. He couldn't even name them all. It was impossible. Memories flooding over him, especially the days when you visited him secretly in his house, a hellhole, but he was ready to stay there with you. He was ready to go anywhere else, even if it was hell itself. He remembers how you used to whisper him to sleep, letting the poor boy rest on you, recovering after the horrible trainings.

He wanted to recover your past friendship; he wanted to continue what you had before. Suddenly he desired your touch, so gentle and understanding, on his skin just like years ago.

He didn't even notice how the lesson passed; he couldn't get you out of his mind. The bell rang, and the first thing he did was get up on shaky legs, looking up at you and slowly approaching, accompanied by the group of girls, your new classmates.