You're My Star [Froy x Reader x Lus x Yuri]

Who's The Simp Now

Waking up the next morning in Froy's big ass bedroom was something of a double whammy, but you got over it. For a brief moment you worried that you'd been kidnapped, until you saw the massive TV and remembered the previous night.

Everyone had stayed up so late that you all just passed out on his bedroom floor, Froy included. At the very least, you'd remembered to put blankets and pillows on the floor.

Everything was quiet for once, the only sounds keeping you from going midly insane were the birds outside and the faint sound of the others breathing. You were the first to wake up, apparently. You sat up and looked around; the room was a mess. Wrappers and packets scattered on the floor, unfinished glasses of carbonated drinks, and of course, three unconscious boys spread out on the floor. In a way, it was quite endearing.

Froy was sprawled out on his back, long limbs taking up an obnoxious amount of space and his mouth hanging open. Yuri at least looked a bit more dignified, lying on his stomach with his head to the side. It took you a while to even find Lus, as he'd somehow managed to curl into himself completely and bury himself under multiple blankets.

You sighed at how fucking stupid they all were, and how much you loved that. Which of course, led you to remember the previous night, and your earth shattering revelation.

You had a crush on three people at once. Absolutely moronic.

You couldn't hold back the exasperated groan that escaped you. God, that was a can of worms you really didn't want to open just yet. Of course your dumb feelings had to ruin your only friendship.

Apparently you groaned too loudly, because Yuri stirred and wearily blinked his eyes, slowly rolling onto his back and rubbing his neck.

"Mmh... You're up early," he mumbled once he noticed you. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up, his perfectly shiny hair all tousled and unkempt as it lay draped over his shoulders, void of its usual tie. The sunrise filtering through a gap in the curtains just happened to line up with his head, causing a line on his hair to glow like a halo. You forced yourself to look away before he caught you staring.

"Yeah," you said dumbly, suddenly acutely aware of how thin your voice sounded.

There was no reason to feel so nervous. These were your best friends! You'd never gotten this unsettled around them before.
That's right. Nothing had changed, so... So you didn't have to worry.

You glanced at Froy, who was drooling in his sleep and lightly snoring, and then Lus, who hadn't moved at all since you last looked at him (was he even breathing?) so you wouldn't have to look at Yuri's flawless hair.
"I don't wanna wake them up yet..." You whispered. You saw Yuri's gaze soften in the corner of your eye.

"Yeah... It's kinda sweet, isn't it?" He said carefully, and you met his eye for a brief moment to see a look of understanding. Your heart leapt into your throat. Was he trying to say something? Were you looking too deep into it? Was he the same as you?

"Plus," he quickly added, "they deserve to sleep in after last night. I was worried Froy would collapse from a sugar overdose."

He had a point. Froy ate more candy than all of you combined. He was probably going to feel terrible once he woke up. He could be a real idiot sometimes, but—

But what? He's your idiot?

Ugh. You had to get those thoughts out of your head.

Yuri noticed your frown and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by none other than Froy snorting, making a loud, confused garble, and opening one of his eyes. "Wha...?"

"Morning, Froy." Yuri ran a hand through his hair, suddenly looking a lot more tired than he did a few seconds ago.

"You guys didn't wake me up?" Froy whined, and you instinctively rolled your eyes, an affectionate smile growing on your face.

"We've only been up for two minutes. We haven't woken Lus up either." You glanced at the boy in question, who still hadn't moved.

Froy stretched, his long leg bumping against yours and making you jolt in surprise. After heaving a big sigh, he sat up and shook his head. The fluffy white mess blurred around his head before settling into something not unlike his usual hairstyle once he stopped. Fuck. That was adorable.

"He's still asleep? I'll fix that." Before you could question him, Froy crawled over to where Lus was curled up and gave him a harsh shake.
"Bro, it's, like, almost noon. Get up."

Silently, Lus opened his eyes in a death glare directed at Froy. You'd never seen anyone look so pissed, let alone him. A hand darted out from the blankets to swat Froy's away, before he closed his eyes again and sunk further into his blanket mound. Froy turned to you with a helpless expression and shrugged, as if asking for help. What the hell did he expect you to do?

After a few seconds of silent communication consisting of exaggerated expressions and gestures, you relented and shuffled over to Lus.

"Yo." You tried.
Annoyed eyes opened again, but they softened upon seeing you. Quick, play it cool...!
"We're all gonna get breakfast soon. Wouldn't wanna leave you behind."
Perfect. You were a master of rizz.

Lus stared at you for a while with an expression you couldn't interpret, then glanced away. After what seemed like a moment of intense thought, he manouvered his way out of the blankets and sat up.

"... Okay."

Score!

You beamed without even realising it, suddenly giddy with joy over being able to share more time with your favourite people. You didn't catch the way they all looked at you with equal fondness.
"Sweet! We should head to... Wherever you get food here."

A beat passed, before Froy perked up.
"Oh! Yeah, I'll show you the way to the kitchen, hold on—" he moved to grab a hoodie and threw it on over his shirt. The rest of you followed suit, putting on hoodies and sweaters that Froy had graciously offered, since the mansion got pretty cold in the mornings. They were all pretty large, Froy being a lanky guy and the type to wear oversized clothes, but damn were they soft.

Waving you all to the door with a grin, Froy began his grand tour to the elusive kitchen.

On the way, he grabbed your hand to make sure you were keeping up, and you felt your heart rate go through the roof.
Frowning, Lus took your other hand and Yuri took his. You swallowed, praying that your nerves weren't showing on your face. Froy's hand gripped yours tightly, as if you would disappear if he wasn't careful. Lus' was just as warm as you remembered it being that one time. Shit, you hoped they couldn't feel how clammy your palms were getting.

Only halfway to the kitchen, and you were cycling between humiliation and cloud nine. You got the feeling that it was going to be a long time before you sorted these feelings out.