𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧

003 ; the right notes

the morning sun filtered faintly through the curtains, its golden rays warming my face. i stirred but didn't open my eyes. my mind was still tangled in the memory of the night before—the kiss. bakugo's lips had been rough but deliberate, his usual confidence masking something gentler. it wasn't a fleeting peck, either; it was a moment that had left me reeling, questioning, and—if i was honest with myself—aching for more.

the loud, obnoxious blare of my alarm ripped me from my thoughts. i groaned, swatting at the clock until silence returned. the dreamlike haze of last night faded slightly as i swung my legs over the side of the bed and stretched.

i shuffled into the kitchen, the wooden floor cool under my feet. the space was cozy but cluttered—a mix of dishes in the sink and random band equipment on the countertops. grabbing ingredients from the cabinets, i decided to whip up pancakes. baking helped calm my nerves. the scent of butter sizzling on the pan filled the air as i flipped each pancake with practiced ease.

once the stack was done, i left the plate on the counter and headed to wake the boys. first stop: denki and sero's room. pushing the door open, i was greeted by a tangle of blankets and snoring.

"rise and shine, losers." i called out, grinning as i tugged at denki's blanket. sero stirred slightly but didn't wake, and denki cracked an eye open before mumbling something unintelligible and rolling over.

"fine." i said, smirking as i walked out. returning to the kitchen, i filled a glass with cold water and marched back. without hesitation, i poured it on denki's head.
 

"what the hell?!" he yelped, bolting upright and flailing. i couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching my stomach as he glared at me.

"serves you right for ignoring me!" i giggled, dodging the pillow he threw at me before leaving the room.

next, i knocked on bakugo and kirishima's door. this time, i played it safe. i shook kirishima's shoulder gently, and he woke with a groggy but friendly smile. bakugo stirred when i called his name, his eyes narrowing at me from under his blanket.

"don't even think about it." he muttered, voice low and gravelly.

"relax. i'm not suicidal." i teased him before making my way towards the door.

"come on ms.edgy no need to lie." he said in a sassy and very provocative tone.

"keep hating grumpy." i say giggling and then leaving his room.

the group slowly assembled around the table. denki sulked, his damp hair sticking up in odd directions, while sero hid a grin behind his coffee mug. kirishima and bakugo joined shortly after, both looking slightly more composed.

"alright." i began as they dug into their pancakes, "what's the plan for the audition?"

"something aggressive." bakugo said, his tone decisive. "we're not playing it safe."

"i don't know..." kirishima scratched the back of his neck. "maybe we should go for something with a bit more range?"

"we should stick to what we're good at." sero chimed in from the corner.

i listened to their back-and-forth, the nerves from earlier creeping back. finally, i stood and cleared my throat.

"how about this?" i said, my voice cutting through the chatter.

i launched into a short version of supermassive black hole—just a cappella. the sharp edge of my tone matched the mood perfectly, and the room fell silent as they listened. the chorus hit hard, and by the time i finished, everyone was nodding in agreement.