╰┈➤ 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓

𝐈𝐕. ─ ❝ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞

ˏˋ ╎ ⁀➷ monoma's POV :

𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 to the usual grogginess, blinking against the soft morning light that poured through the curtains. My alarm had already gone off, and the clock read 6:45 AM. I yawned, stretching and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, trying to shake off the tension in my muscles from the futon on the floor. It wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, but I wasn't about to leave Y/N alone last night.

After what happened at Momo's party, I couldn't just go back to my own room and pretend like everything was fine. She needed someone there—someone who could make sure she didn't spiral. So, I stayed in her room, keeping my distance, but I wasn't about to leave her in that state.

I groggily got dressed, pulling on my uniform and ruffling my hair as I glanced over at Y/N's bed. The room was colder than usual, but that was nothing new. Her quirk always left the room a little frosty, and I had long since gotten used to it. It wasn't just the chill, though—it was the worry that hung in the air, a reminder of what happened last night.

After brushing my teeth and getting myself together, I took a deep breath and walked over to her side of the bed. Y/N was still fast asleep, her white hair splayed out around her like soft snow. The thin layer of ice forming on the window told me she hadn't noticed the cold creeping back in.

I gently nudged her shoulder. "Yo, Y/N. Time to wake up. It's already 7:00," I said softly, trying not to startle her. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and for a second, I saw that familiar unease in her gaze—the same look she always had when something was bothering her. It was that look she got when she was afraid I'd hate her for something she couldn't control. I noticed the hesitation in her eyes before she even said anything. Her lips parted, but it took a moment for the words to come out.

"I don't know if I should go today," Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, like she wasn't even sure she wanted to say it out loud. I frowned, crossing my arms as I leaned against the edge of the bed. "What do you mean?" I asked, though I already had an inkling. Y/N shifted uncomfortably, her fingers curling into the blanket. "What if everyone's still talking about last night? What if they're all... mad at me?" Her voice cracked slightly, betraying the uncertainty that she tried so hard to hide.

My stomach twisted. She always did this—blamed herself for things she couldn't control. It wasn't like she wanted to freeze the pool, or like she was trying to cause a scene. But I could tell she was still feeling the sting of embarrassment, like she was somehow a burden on everyone around her. I leaned forward, trying to meet her gaze. "Y/N, no one's mad at you," I said firmly, though I knew my voice was softer than usual. "Yeah, maybe it was a little weird, but it's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong."