𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧

004 ; unfinished buisuness

the sunlight slipping through my blinds woke me before my alarm could. the streaks of light fell across my cluttered desk, highlighting the notebooks, empty coffee cups, and a tangled pair of headphones. i stayed in bed for a moment, letting the weight of yesterday's audition sink in again. it felt good—no, great. we'd done something incredible, and for the first time in a long time, my chest didn't feel heavy with nerves.

the distant sound of denki's alarm began to buzz from down the hall. he's not going to wake up, i thought, already picturing him rolling over and sleeping through it.

pulling myself out of bed, i grabbed an oversized hoodie from the chair and slipped it on over my band tee. my bare feet padded across the cold floor as i headed to the kitchen. the apartment wasn't spotless—okay, it was a mess—but it felt lived in, comfortable, even with four chaotic boys under the same roof.

opening the fridge, i grabbed eggs, milk, and some leftover bacon we hadn't gotten to yesterday. pancakes felt like the right call. something warm, filling, and easy to share.even tho i did them yesterday too..i just can't get enough of them.

as i stirred the pancake batter, the smell of coffee brewing filled the small space. i couldn't help but smile. mornings like these were my favorite. the chaos hadn't started yet, and for a brief moment, it was just me, the quiet hum of the coffee machine, and the occasional sizzle of bacon on the stove.

once the pancakes were stacked, golden and fluffy, i decided it was time to wake everyone up. i walked down the hall to denki and sero's room first. knocking twice, i leaned against the door.

"guys, breakfast is ready!"

i waited. no answer.

"don't make me come in there,i will pour water on you again denki" i warned, smiling despite myself.

finally, there was a groan. it was sero. "give us five minutes."

"denki's still dead to the world, isn't he?" i asked.

"obviously," sero muttered, and i could hear him turning
over in his bed.

"well i guess he doesn't want to be spared." i said as i had a mischievous smirk but also being fed up with him not waking up.

i sighed and headed back to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of cold water. when i returned, denki was still facedown in his pillow.

"you asked for it." i said, tipping the glass over his head.

his yelp was immediate. "y/n! why?!"

i giggled as he flailed, trying to grab the pillow to wipe his face. "because you wouldn't wake up."

"i was awake! i swear!"

"sure you were." i teased, walking out and leaving him to deal with the mess.

next, i went to kirishima and bakugo's room. their door was cracked open, so i knocked lightly before peeking inside.

kirishima was already stirring, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "morning, y/n."

"morning! breakfast is ready." i said in a extra sweet voice, i don't know why my mood changes into this once im near katsuki.

bakugo was still half-asleep, his face buried in his pillow. i wasn't about to risk water with him—i valued my life too much. instead, i nudged kirishima.

"you wake him up." i said even tho i kind off wanted to see his calm sleeping face.

"on it." he replied, reaching over to give bakugo a light shake.