Hero (english version)

Chapter 1

Her musky scent clings to my sheets. I wrap myself in them, in a vain attempt to feel closer to her. The figure of Catra rests at my feet. The darkness only allows me to barely appreciate her collected tail and her lowered ears. I watch her in silence, feeling her with me. It has always been me and her. Forever. She is my family. I close my eyes and shake my head, trying to push away the memories of that night.

"Adora?" murmured Catra.

The sound of her sleepy voice draws a smile on my face.

"That nightmare again?" she insisted, almost whispering.

"No, it's not that," I shrug. "I just can't sleep".

I feel her smile immersed in all this darkness. Catra sits up, heading inside my sheets. I make room for her, even though I know that tomorrow I'll feel guilty for not letting her get enough sleep.
Catra wraps her arms around me, her cold claws gently brushing me. I place my head on her chest, feeling her heartbeat, accompanied by a slight purr emanating within her. I close my eyes, tuning my breath with hers.

"You haven't slept at all, have you? It's almost time to wake up," she laments.

"I suppose I did, but I've woken up too many times," I admit.

"You could've woken me up, I would have..."

"Been awake with me?" I interrupt her. "Rest, you who can".

Catra sighs. I slowly caress her body, appreciating her curves. Her purring becomes sharper, at the same time as, even though I can't see them, her cheeks light up. I give a fleeting smile. "Are you embarrassed?" I tease her.

Catra sits up, sitting on the mattress and undoing that warm hug. Suddenly, a sharp cold sensation ran through my body. "Of course I'm embarrassed, you already know that!" she exclaims, in an agitated whisper.

"I've been hearing you purr since we were young, why are you embarrassed?" I laughed.

I also sit up, sitting in front of her. That's when I notice that my eyes have already become accustomed to the dark, and I can appreciate her lowered and drooping ears, in addition to her adorable good kitten expression.

"I wish I knew", she insists. "I just feel... vulnerable."

My expression hardens. Catra doesn't usually talk about her feelings, let alone using a word as specific as vulnerable. Precisely because admitting you can feel that way makes you very much that: someone vulnerable.

My eyes rest on hers, which have some hypnotic effect on me. Without thinking about it, I place the palm of my hand on her cheek, sliding my thumb there, on what ends up being a light sweet caress. Catra doesn't look away. However, she closes her eyes for a moment to give me a warm kiss on the hand, which is not strong enough to separate itself from her angelic face. It is then, when our gazes, once again, meet... And that's when the alarm clock goes off.