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Minho slowly opened his eyes, squinting from the sunrise that peeked through the curtains. He felt a weight on his chest, but he didn't question it since he was used to his cats laying on him. He blinked a few more times as he took in his surroundings.
Wait a damn minute, this isn't my room.
Minho looked at the sleeping boy next to him, who was completely sprawled out, with his right arm and leg laying over Minho.
Ah, that's right.
He smiled softly at Han, whose hair was in disarray and had some drool trailing from his mouth.
Cute~
He carefully slid himself out from under Han, so as to not disturb him. Once he was able to stand, he pulled the covers back up so that he wouldn't get cold.
Minho trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen, yawning as he went. He picked through the cabinets until he came across pancake mix. "I hope he likes pancakes," he said to himself.
[A/n: As an autistic person, I have a habit of talking to myself or explaining the things I do (when I'm alone), so I added that trait to Minho's character. I feel a need to point out when the characters do something neurodivergent/autistic so you guys can tell that they are, in fact, neurodivergent/autistic.]
He got out all the necessary ingredients, along with some vanilla and cinnamon, and placed them on the island in the kitchen.
"Wait, I need a bowl." He rummaged through the kitchen cabinets once more, until he found a large, metal bowl and a whisk.
He dumped all the ingredients into the bowl and began stirring. He hummed the intro to Chainsawman as he went.
When he finished his task, he realized that he hadn't even checked to see if Jisung had a tabletop stove. "Dammit Minho," he cursed himself.
He, for the third fucking time, searched the kitchen cabinets. You think by this point he would have them memorized, but no.
He pulled the tabletop stove out from the cabinet beneath the kitchen island and set to work on the pancakes.
"Um, Minho?"
He jumped and turned to face Han, who was standing in the kitchen entryway with a soft blanket draped around his shoulders.
Minho smiled. "Sorry, did I wake you?"
Han nodded and walked over to the island. He plopped down on one of the barstools and rested his head on his hand as he watched Minho work.
"Whatcha making," he asked.
Minho plugged in the stove. "Pancakes.
Would the customer like his pancakes in a specific shape," Minho asked softly.
Han grinned. "I want cat pancakes."
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FanfictionMinho is autistic, but most people have no idea. He just seems like your typical high school student. On the first day of the new school year, Minho is walking past a classroom when he hears crying. He finds Han being threatened by another student a...
