I Am Not Number Seven (TUA/MHA Crossover)

4. Vanya: Broken

A dull ringing sound slowly brought Vanya back to consciousness. She clenched her eyes tighter, listening in with her quirk. The ringing wasn't coming from any outside source, which means it must be coming from a headache. Her tongue piercing clicked uncomfortably in her dry mouth, irritating her as she opened her eyes slowly, doing her morning routine of checking her mental counter while she surveyed the view in front of her, which in this case was her siblings passed out in various positions on the couches. Her counter wasn't too filled, at 76 points out of 100, she could lower it later during training. The girl paused her scan of the room, memories rushing back to her.

Vanya wouldn't have training today. She was leaving America on a plane tonight. Fuck. she thought, bringing a hand up to rub at her eyes. She had nearly forgotten that it was moving day with the hangover clouding her mind. The girl sat up from her position of leaning against Klaus' shoulder, her neck stiff from leaning all night, and took a closer look at the scene around her.

The TV was set on a low volume, playing some movie Vanya didn't recognize that must have come on because of the autoplay on Five's laptop. On one couch, Allison and Luther were sitting upright and leaning against each other, passed out. On the other, Five had staked his claim on the space by laying down across the whole couch, empty glass still in hand and snoring obnoxiously loud. The couch Vanya had been sleeping on was filled by herself, Klaus, Diego, and Ben, in that order, who were all sitting upright with their heads either leaning back against the pillow or on the person next to them's shoulder. The girl carefully climbed out of the divot she had made for herself on the couch, mindful of Klaus' limbs and any noise she made until she was free. The dark-haired girl stood next to the couch and stretched, enjoying the popping of her joints, before moving as quietly as she could to the kitchenette.

Vanya opened the fridge, looking at what little food was in there. It wasn't much, just some stuff from the basic food groups, but there was enough for breakfast. She grabbed eggs, bacon, butter, and bread from the fridge and glanced at the clock on the stove as she quietly set the ingredients down. It was 1:37 PM, a few hours before they left, but still enough time to have breakfast.

Vanya rolled her head to the side and cracked her knuckles, preparing to make a feast and feeling nervous. It's not like she hasn't cooked before, she actually really enjoyed cooking. She just usually did it with her siblings or Grace, it felt a bit lonely in the kitchen without anyone.

The girl brought out a large bowl and began cracking eggs into it, beating them as she turned on the stove. She carefully took a pan out of the cabinet, mindful of the noise, and poured the eggs slowly into it, wincing as it began to sizzle loudly. The girl paused and listened to unconscious bodies on the other side of the room, they remained undisturbed, hearts beating slowly and evenly. Going back to work, Vanya popped slices of bread into the toaster and brought out another pan, laying strips of bacon on it now that her hands were free while the eggs were cooking. The smell of cooking food began to waft up, making her stomach rumble and her headache lighten up.

Vanya heard someones breathing from the other room stutter and looked up, seeing Five shoot up from his previously reclined position, his head whipping around. She quickly waved to get his attention before he could wake anyone and his eyes zeroed in on her movement. He laid back down and rolled off the couch but before he could hit the floor, his body was enveloped in the white light of his quirk. In the same second, the shortest brother appeared standing next to her, the light disappearing off his body. He snatched a piece of bacon hot off the pan, hissing at its heat as he tossed it back and forth in his hands. The sister clicked her tongue at him, "Good morning to you, too." she whispered sarcastically.

Five groaned quietly and leaned forward on the counter, laying his forehead against the cool surface as he chewed his stolen piece of bacon, "Give me a break, I'm dying." he pleaded softly, the fact that there was no bite in his voice revealed that he was truly in pain. "Get some water, food's almost done," the girl patted his back and turned to the food when a ding! came from the toaster. The green-eyed brother clumsily grabbed a glass from the cabinet while his sister buttered the toast and platted it, making noise as he knocked the glasses against each other.