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Haruka remembered.
He remembered the day he entered his aunts house. He remembered the crying blue-haired boy in a dress. He remembered the way his aunt slapped him and forced him to wear another dress, and another, how he stood in front of the mirror wearing dresses for hours, and how that cycle continued until he and the blue-haired boy ran away.
Haruka remembered Koro-sensei and how he felt like warmth and safety. He remembered his death, how e-class' screams echoed until they eventually calmed—too tired to continue, the pull of exchuastion overcoming their grief—how they woke up the next day inside the classroom, under warm blankets, with food and drinks beside their makeshift beds.
Haruka remembered Karasuma-sensei and Bitch-Sensei, how they desperately tried to fill the void Koro-sensei left in them.
Haruka remembered the night they ran, how he had came home to the blue-haired boy(Nagisa, he was told)sobbing on the bathroom floor, he remembered the pill bottles, now they filled up the cabinet under the sink, remembered picking one up and reading it, remembered the horror that spread when he saw that they were hormone regulators,
female hormone regulators
, remembered wishing,
praying
that it was just a misunderstanding, that they weren’t the reason why his aunt never let him eat if she was the one to cook, remembered hoping that she just didn’t want the
two-toned freak
to “reap the benefits of her labor” as she so often puts it.
Haruka didn’t remember grabbing the leftovers of Nagisa’a dinner, nor did he remember giving them to Okada. He did, however, remember the moment, she confirmed their worse fears. Haruka remembered the fear in his cousin’s eyes, the way they darted towards him. Haruka remembered telling Nagisa to pack the items he couldn’t live without—the ones his aunt had threatened to burn and destroy so many time before—and using the money they got from their successful assassination of their teacher, to buy two train tickets to Makochi.