A little while afterwards, they were done. All the papers signed, registrations and so on completed, done, and ready for the next week. It might have been a bit too quick to just jump ship and move to a different school this early in the semester, but there wasn't much that they could do with the old school being taken down for the rest of the year because of terrorist threats and inherent building problems. Plus, it would have been much harder to stay in contact if they weren't close to each other anyway, so there was a practical purpose behind this.
Haru's parents left the school campus to the parking lot before Haru could, leaving the two of the children on their own. Sona made sure to show where most of the important rooms were afterwards, where her classroom would be, and so on. She chose not to ask what kind of role she and her family had over the school, considering the tremendous influence she seemed to be exerting despite her young age. It was pretty easy to guess, anyway, and all it took was taking a look at the way the student body still at school this week looked at her. It was interesting to see a senpai almost ten years older than them bowing to her in submission.
They passed by the old school building one last time after they were all done, but something caught her eye. In the distance, she could just barely decipher a girl with red hair staring at her, and she stopped momentarily to stare back. The girl smiled the moment she saw who she was walking with. Just as Haru was about to holler, Sona interrupted. "She's a friend of mine. The friend of mine I was talking about earlier... She might be acting a little cryptic right now, but she's normally more straightforward than this." Sona's eyes shift nervously as she rubs the back of her head, and continues. "I guess no one sent her the message yet, huh? Well, my bad..."
She moved back along the path, and gestured for Haru to follow. "We can give you proper introductions when the right time comes, alright? Just... maybe not this week, but I promise you that it will happen at least next week." Haru looked back at the window to see nothing, the occupant having seemingly left while she spoke. Moving her head to face Sona's, she nods, and follows her back to the parking lot.
They said their goodbyes, as Haru entered the car and closed the door. Sona still waved a little bit afterwards, her silhouette fading back in the distance. She stared back at the rear window for a little while longer until she faced forward, then lied down with her head facing the ceiling.
"Was the rest of your day okay, dear?" Her mother asked, looking at the backseat. Haru smiled. "It was okay. I had lots of fun." She whistled a little ditty, then stopped, taking the time to look at her mother straight in the face and smile. Namikaze Kushina did the same in return.
"Ah, that's good then." The car went into silence, the only sound coming from the almost silent radio and the cars buzzing around them. Haru blinked a little, and went to sleep. She would be sure to deserve some measure of rest, at least. She was really tired.
Her mother, still looking at the young girl, sighed, and faced the windshield once more. It was a long day for sure, and she wouldn't blame Haru for wanting some shuteye before they arrived home. She settled by just increasing the volume of the radio a little bit. The song was one she was familiar with during her youth.
There was just one last something bugging her mind, though. Looking back on the sleeping child, she poked on her cheek, saying, "Haru, Haru, I have to tell you something." It was enough to catch both the attention of her husband and the child in question. After waking her up sufficiently with Haru facing her with slightly lidded eyes, she smiled cheekily and asked her a cheeky question.
"How was your first day wearing nothing but a skirt, Haru?" It might have been mean, in retrospect, but the growing blush in Haru's face along with her scattered attempts to justify it was worth it in the end, she thinks. All the father could do was focus on the road, ignoring the chuckles of the wife and flustered defense of his child in the backseat.
Either way, this was the life that they were looking for in a long while now. He had no other options but to smile, and why wouldn't he? This was happiness. Something they've been missing for quite some time. He smirks, and decides to laugh at the shenanigans behind him. This brought his daughter's attention to him, who could only sputter uncontrollably at his apparent acts of transgressions. Weakheartedly punching the driver's seat was all that she could do, but that was okay.
He found the opportunity perfect to ask one question, though. And it was definitely relevant to the current situation. At the closest red light, he had 30 seconds to do this so... He asked, straight to her face. "Are you happy right now, Haru?" It was an honest and simple question. But it was enough to throw Haru's frustrations away from them.
Haru considered it, her anger no longer clouding her judgement. The car moved along the road slowly, and she considered the question with the current situation. With what she felt, with what it was like, essentially. She stood up and moved to one side of the car, taking in the view, and smiled.
"I am, dad. I am." She gives the driver one big toothy smile through the rear view mirror, and that was that. The rest of the trip was silent.
If anyone's wondering how mummy and daddy dear found time to head to Kuoh Academy, their respective workplaces each had a convenient gas leak incident.