Fortified -Pau Cubarsí-

❤️7K Special💙

sooo, for this 7K special, i thought we'd take a little dip into the past to when our protagonists were careless teenagers... shall we?

Scene: Movie Night Mayhem

(Pau's POV)

The house is mostly dark, save for the dim glow coming from the crack under Cesca's bedroom door. Hector's grin is wide and full of trouble as he hands me a glass of water.

"They're out cold," he whispers, peeking into the room.

I lean in behind him and catch a glimpse of the chaos inside. Cesca is sprawled on her side, her head resting on a mountain of pillows, hair a wild tangle across her face. Her lips are parted slightly, like she's mid-sentence even in sleep. Celeste, on the other hand, looks like a starfish, limbs everywhere, a faint snore escaping her mouth.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask, trying to suppress my laughter.

"Absolutely," Hector replies, his voice dripping with mischief. "They forced us to watch The Notebook and made me miss the last half of the Barca game. They deserve this."

He's not wrong. But as I glance at Cesca again, something holds me back. Her face looks so soft in the low light, the lines of her usually sharp wit smoothed by sleep. She's beautiful when she's not trying to kill me with her words.

"Don't get all soft on me now," Hector mutters, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I roll my eyes. "Let's just get this over with."

We step inside like thieves in the night, glasses at the ready. Hector positions himself near Celeste while I take the spot next to Cesca.

"One...two..." Hector counts silently, and we tip the glasses in unison.

"THREE!"

The water hits them, and all hell breaks loose.

Cesca jolts upright with a sharp gasp, her eyes wide and frantic. "What the—"

Celeste sits bolt upright, sputtering and glaring at Hector. "HÉCTOR!"

Hector and I are already bolting out of the room, our laughter echoing through the hallway.

"You're DEAD!" Cesca's voice cuts through the air, and I hear the unmistakable sound of feet slamming against the floor.

I glance over my shoulder and barely manage to dodge as she barrels toward me, a pillow clutched in her hands like a weapon. Her wet hair sticks to her face, and her eyes are blazing.

"Run faster, Cubarsí!" Hector shouts from the living room, dodging Celeste, who's wielding a slipper like a knight with a sword.

I veer into the kitchen, skidding to a stop behind the island. Cesca storms in after me, slamming the pillow down on the counter.

"Are you serious?" she demands, her voice sharp.

I try to hold back my laughter, but it's impossible. "You should've seen your face!"

"My face?" she repeats, her tone incredulous. "You're unbelievable."

She rounds the counter, forcing me to retreat until my back hits the sink. She's close now, her wet hair glistening in the faint moonlight filtering through the window.