He had not spoken much to anyone since he learned he would be staying at the academy dorms. It was not that he hated the idea, but it felt different.
Leaving this place, the people, and the strange comfort he had found here left a strange feeling in his chest.
With a sigh, Clint stood up and stretched. "Guess I'll go eat," he muttered to himself. He pulled his jacket over his shoulders and opened the door.
The moment he stepped out, he froze.
Three maids were standing right in front of his room, and all of them were crying.
"What the?" Clint blinked, confused.
"Clint!" one of them shouted and immediately ran toward him, clutching his sleeve like a child. "Are you really leaving us? Why didn't you tell us properly?"
Clint blinked again, completely lost. "Wait, what's going on? Why are you crying?"
