𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧

006 ; hidden realities

morning came slowly, sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow across the room. i blinked a few times, my mind still hazy from sleep, before becoming fully aware of my position. i was curled up against katsuki's chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filling my ears. his arm was loosely draped over me, and the faint scent of his cologne lingered, warm and familiar.

i shifted slightly, realizing my cheek was damp from drooling on him in my sleep. embarrassed, i tried to subtly wipe it away, but the movement stirred katsuki. he groaned softly, his hand brushing against my shoulder as his crimson eyes fluttered open.

"drooling on me, idiot?" he teased, his voice rough with sleep but not unkind.

"i—i didn't mean to!" i stammered, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

he smirked, his gaze locking onto mine. for a moment, everything else faded as we stared at each other, the intensity of his eyes holding me captive. "you've got beautiful eyes, y/n." he murmured. "i don't think i've ever told you that."

"katsu..." i trailed off, unsure of how to respond. his words caught me off guard, and my heart thudded loudly in my chest.

before i could say more, kirishima's groggy voice cut through the moment. "katsuki, stop stealing my girl." he muttered sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he sat up.

my girl? the thought echoed in my mind, leaving me flustered. i gently pushed katsuki's arm away and stood up, careful not to wake denki, who was sprawled out beside me. without another word, i retreated to my room, closing the door behind me.

the sunlight poured into my room through the thin curtains, streaking golden rays across the walls. i leaned back in my desk chair, staring at the notebook before me. the lines of lyrics i'd scribbled in a rush last night were messy but raw, full of emotion i didn't entirely know how to process.

"step on me." i whispered the title aloud, testing how it felt on my tongue. a little aggressive, but it suited the mood. the song was a reflection of my past—jason, cas, the betrayal that still burned deep. the lyrics bled anger, but there was also defiance. i wasn't that girl anymore, the one who let people walk all over her.

writing helped ground me. it was cathartic, like pouring the storm inside me onto the page. by the time i'd finished "speaking with a ghost." i felt lighter, like i'd peeled back another layer of myself.

as i wandered out of my room, the smell of fresh coffee and something savory pulled me toward the kitchen. kirishima stood at the stove, humming a tune as he flipped eggs and bacon on a pan. he looked up and grinned. "morning, sleepyhead. ready for some breakfast ?"

i smiled, sitting at the counter. "your asking me if im ready? are you ready to see your food vanish in milliseconds."

he smirked, placing a plate in front of me. "oh trust me, i am thrilled to see you devour my food."

the dish was simple yet incredible—crispy bread french toast with some bacon on the side and two eggs that looked like they were smiling at me . the first bite made me sigh in delight, the flavors bursting on my tongue.

"damn, kiri." i said, eyes wide. "this is amazing."

"told you." he beamed.

denki wandered in, rubbing his eyes. "what's that smell? i need it."

"you can have some." kirishima said, "but only if you do the dishes."

denki groaned. "why do i always get the short end of the stick?"

"you know,what he listens to." denki said, turning in his chair to face me as i was still on the counter "we should totally cover this song. think about it—y/n's voice on this? it'd be killer."