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The year is 2050 and the place is Musufatu, Japan. Three teenagers wake up from their slumber party in a vast and colorful bedroom. The young Shouta Aizawa, 15, is about to learn a cruel reality.
His crush is a morning person.
This person is not only blessed by healthy sleeping habits, not only are they refreshed and happy in the morning. This person is really, heavily, into mornings and waking up.
This person is Hizashi Yamada, the sun itself.
Shouta watches helplessly as the young Hizashi rushes to the window to open the orange curtains with a lightning bolts pattern. Summer is here, and the bedroom is flooded with sunshine. A little cyan cloud appears from beneath an All Might blanket, moaning “g’d moooorning”. Shouta emits a low grunt and turns to face the wall, all tucked in Hizashi’s bright yellow sleeping bag.
Oboro and Hizashi seem to have a debate over breakfast. While still sleepy, Oboro is slowly waking up at the mention of food.
“You do realize it’s only 8 in the morning, on a Saturday?” he asks
“I already slept 2 more hours than a weekday! I’m wide awake!” Hizashi shouts
“2 hours… why would you do that to yourself? You live 15 minutes from school!”
“Do you think this hair happens by accident? Speaking of which, dibs on the bathroom!”, he says while combing his blond locks with his fingers.
“Just go already… I’ll sleep 10 more minutes…” Oboro moans while putting his head back under the blanket.
Meanwhile, Shouta, pretending to sleep, has a cruel internal monologue. ‘8AM… This monster, this so-called friend I thought I knew him! So, he wakes up at 8am on a Saturday morning and so WHAT? Now all his friends must suffer from this sickness of the soul… Why? Let us sleep, you traitor! I don’t know who you are anymore!’
But the sleep traitor is not a fool.
“Shouuuu-taaaaa” Hizashi used his most mellifluous voice “We are having paaaan-caaaaakes… with maple syrup…”
Shouta clenches his jaw and keeps his eyes shut.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to prevent Oboro from eating everything before you wake up, but I’ll do my best.”
Cruel dilemma. Sleeping in, or eating pancakes while not having to cook them yourself? Now it’s just cruel… He slowly goes back to sleep, with a last thought for the high-quality maple syrup Hizashi probably uses.
Distant noises come from the kitchen, happy chattering is getting louder, Shouta sleeps. Later, the aroma of fresh pancakes finds his way to his nostrils, he awakes. But he doesn’t feel ready to commit to it just now… Like a caterpillar, he slides on the floor, still inside the sleeping bag. The enormous bug finds his way to the kitchen, where Oboro is fully dedicated to his plate, while Hizashi tends to the fancy Plancha.
When the loud blond eventually notices his caterpillar friend, his jaw drops. Mouth wide opened, his eyes watering, he painfully wheezes while making rapid hand gestures toward Oboro who finally raises his head from his plate to look at him. He immediately sends a cloud directly to his friend’s mouth. Free at last, Hizashi let’s go of his blaring laugh, most of it muffled by one of the thickest kind of clouds Oboro can produce. The Sudden Laugh Protocol was set up early in the school year, an idea of Oboro. Hizashi can usually control the volume of his speaking and laughing, but he struggles when something startles him or makes him burst out laughing. The damage can go from causing headache to crashing windows.
Terrified, Shouta covered his head with the sleeping bag, he now looks like a big cocoon. When his head finally pops back up, he seems upset!
“How do you dare put that up so early? We were NOT ready!” Shouta scolds him, as sanctimonious as he can get.
“I’m… so…” Hizashi is out of breath. “So sorry! But YOU! Look at you! I nearly died from muffling that laugh! It’s hard on the lungs!”
“What?” Shouta mumbles. “I’m too comfy to get out… but I still need to eat!”
“Oh course!” Oboro adds, chuckling. “The young caterpillar needs a lot of nutrients to make her cocoon before changing into a beautiful butterfly!”
This time, Hizashi manages to control his laughing volume. It still is irritating to Shouta’s delicate ears. He thinks to himself “this cannot be the love of my life, I’ve been misguided. It was but an infatuation!”
“Shouta… come closer… I’ll let you sip on the maple syrup so you can finally get your true form!” Hizashi says
“What kind of butterfly would he be?” Oboro asks, as he resumes his breakfast.
“The vivid color caterpillars tend to become moth that only come out at night… it suits him perfectly!” Hizashi explains while pouring more batter on the Plancha.
“I… Actually, I like this idea” Shouta admits.
He sits down and lowers the sleeping bag, as Hizashi serves him a heavy plate of pancakes with butter, blueberries and the best maple syrup Shouta ever tasted.
As Hizashi keeps sharing facts about butterflies, Shouta thinks to himself “He’s the sunshine, and I’m the stupid moth.”