"Nikolas! Nikolas! Wake up! You're going to be late for school again!"
Birds chirped outside his window and below, the morning traffic alerted the sleepy city to the first lights of day, but Nicholas only groaned and rolled over, setting his headphones--filled with gentle white noise--more securely over his ears, a sleepy grin plastered on his face.
"Nicholas! Don't make me come up there and get you, young man!"
The peaceful dream of action-packed adventures in the land of magical marshmallows suddenly shattered at his mother's persistent tone and Nicholas stirred, stretching his arms just far enough to reach his pillow and stuff it over his ears. It was far too early for him to wake up. Surely there was no way that they could expect him to--
"NICHOLAS LAHIFFE, get your rear out of bed before I come up there and drag you out myself!"
And good morning to you too, Dad. Glad to see you up and cheerful this morning and blissfully unaware that I snuck out after hours last night to meet up with a man I am beginning to suspect is completely crazy who is actually not a figment of my imagination and who also happens to be a superhero and hey, by the way, I think I am a superhero too, SO glad you want me to be up and cheerful and ready for another day of monotony like always.
Oh yeah, that conversation would go over well. He couldn't even imagine his parent's reactions if he were to tell them what he'd done. They would be so upset with him which was another reason he decided he couldn't tell them anything.
But that also meant he had no reasonable excuse for being so tired as his phone wifi was set to shut off at a distinct time each night.
He rolled over with another tired sigh, twisting to block out his parents' commands and try to go back to his blissful dreams of sugar and sweets.
His father shouted something else but he ignored him. Please, just five more minutes and then I'll--OW!
Something hard and sharp suddenly plunged into his exposed ear and he shot up, swatting the offending object away with a loud yelp.
A scolding chitter resonated through the room as a blur of gold filled his peripheral and he irritably glanced over to the hovering bird who had very clearly nipped him and was finding something hilarious about that.
"Lorr!" he hissed, rubbing his head and throwing back his quilt to chuck it at the creature. "Dude! Come on! That totally wasn't necessary!"
Why do you not respond to your name? came the shrill response as the kwami darted away to hover out of the boy's reach. Is there something malfunctioning in your auditory system? Perhaps a build-up or blockage of some kind? I could take a closer look if you'd like! He eagerly rushed Nicholas's head and the boy let out an "ack!" and fell backward into his pillows, swiping at the air futilely.
"No, Lorr! I'm fine!" he huffed. "Now get out of sight before someone sees you!"
There is no one to see me, Master, Lorr answered with a tilt of his head. The young one is not present and the grown humans are downstairs and it is unlikely that they will come to this place unless you continue to ignore their summons.
"Meaning you think I should get up," Nicholas grumbled, sitting up once more and rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Couldn't you have just said that to begin with?"
Yes, I could have. But you would not have been prone to listen to me as I have already deduced that you move slower than a sloth fresh out of hibernation when it comes to following orders.
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Heirs Unapparant | A Miraculous Origin Story
Fanfiction"It's nice to meet you too. Now, run for your life!" ༒︎༒︎༒︎ Nicholas Lahiffe doesn't think he's a hero. Actually, no, he's sure he's not a hero. Heroes don't fall asleep in class and they certainly don't have to wat...
