I yawned, rubbing my eyes and turning to face the clock. Somehow I'd found myself awake again in the dead of night, 1:03 am to be exact. "God this is stupid," I mumbled. "I just want to sleep."

I debated on whether or not to grab my phone and look around on it for a while, but then decided against it. If I ever wanted to go back to sleep then I probably shouldn't get distracted by mindlessly scrolling through random apps.

The next best option was to wait for tiredness to return to me, so I looked up at the ceiling. There was nothing there, perfect to make me so bored I fall back asleep. But, it's hard to concentrate when there's movement at the end of my bed, so I look down, ready to kick my cat out of my room. But it's not my cat.

It's him.

The guy I longed to have with me, the one I truly love. It's the criminal eyebrows. His quirk, eyebrows. I love him, and he's finally here.

I make eye contact with him, and a smile, my eyes gleaming with happiness in the darkness.

"You're here," I whisper, "you're really here."

His dark eyes stare into mine with a passion I can't even begin to describe. I feel my eyebrows becoming bushier as he stares into my soul, the thicker they are, the more euphoria I feel coursing through me. In a low, husky voice he whispers back. "My peepee itches."