Dabis Kid (Edits Complete)

(4) Wake-Up Calls & Villain Breakfasts -Edited

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm screamed like it was being murdered, and then-smack-pain bloomed across my face.

"OW-what the fuck," I groaned, jolting upright, hair in my eyes, soul briefly leaving my body.

"Get up, sleepyhead," Bubbly sang from above me, all sugar and menace. "Your uncle made breakfast."

"I was sleeping," I muttered, rubbing my cheek. "You didn't have to slap me."

"Yes, I did," she said flatly, arms crossed, smile gone deadpan. "Your alarm's been going off for forty-five minutes."

I froze.

"...Then why didn't you wake me up sooner?" I yelled, already sprinting down the hall.

"Because this was funnier," she called after me.

The kitchen smelled like grease and comfort and the kind of breakfast that forgives your sins. My uncle stood at the stove, calm as ever, flipping something that hissed like it had opinions.

"Morning," I panted.

"Morning," he said, glancing at the clock. "You're lucky I called Rumi and told her you'd be late. Otherwise she'd be here already."

I facepalmed. Hard.

After we ate, Uncle dropped us off at my place. The house was quiet in that something is wrong but peaceful way. Dad was sprawled on the couch, mouth slightly open, dead to the world.

I turned slowly and pressed a finger to my lips at Bubbly. She nodded, eyes bright with mischief.

We tiptoed down the hall to my room.
Rumi was already there-sitting on my bed, legs crossed, military-efficient energy humming off her. Sharp eyes, sharper grin.

"Ash," she said, looking up. "I packed your stuff. Called the boys. Used the code word. They get it."

Relief loosened my chest.

Then she glanced to my right. "You must be the Bubbly girl."

Bubbly nodded enthusiastically, like she'd just been knighted.

"Thanks again, Rumi," I said softly. "Tell Dad to call me on my birthday, okay?"

She nodded.

"Come on, Bubbly. We gotta go."
We passed the living room again-Dad still out cold. I waved to Rumi through the window once we were outside. She waved back.

The street smelled like summer asphalt and secrets.

"Okay," I said. "Which way?"

"Follow me," Bubbly chirped.

I did.

The alley swallowed us whole-narrow, grimy, humming with city noise. My stomach tightened.

"What's going on?" I asked.
She didn't answer. Just smiled.
"Kurogiri," she said sweetly. "To base, please."

Reality tore open.