Roommates (A Conan Gray x Fem OC)

millie's pov

it's the smell of pancakes that stirs me first—warm, sweet, and buttery, drifting into my dreams until i can't ignore it anymore. then i hear his voice, soft but insistent, cutting through the haze of sleep.

"wake up, mils. it's almost time."

his curls brush against my cheek as i open my eyes. his face is so close, his brown eyes bright with excitement, his grin barely contained. he's wearing an oversized sweater that's slightly wrinkled, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and there's a streak of flour smudged across his wrist. his hair is a mess of soft waves and bangs that nearly hide the mischievous smile he's trying to suppress.

"one hour to go," i mumble, stretching under the blanket and trying to shake off the grogginess. "and you're already buzzing."

he shrugs, sitting back on his heels beside the bed. "what can i say? it's a big deal. you're officially the coolest person i know."

"oh, please." i roll my eyes, but the smile tugging at my lips betrays me.

he disappears for a moment, leaving me to blink up at the ceiling and wonder how i got so lucky. when he returns, he's carrying a tray, balancing it carefully as he walks. stacked pancakes sit in the center, syrup pooling at the edges and a scattering of fresh berries on top. there's a small bowl of whipped cream on the side and a single daisy in a tiny vase, like something out of a dream.

"you're spoiling me," i say, propping myself up against the pillows as he sets the tray on my lap. the warm scent of the pancakes makes my stomach growl.

"today's a celebration," he says, sitting cross-legged next to me on the bed. "you've worked so hard on this album, and now it's finally here. consider this fuel for the big day."

"you're the one all excited like it's your album," i tease, but the truth is, his excitement is contagious.

we eat together, the bed shifting slightly as he leans forward to steal bites off my plate. "so good," he mumbles around a mouthful of pancake, and i can't help but laugh.

"you could've just made yourself a plate, you know."

he shrugs again, grinning. "yours taste better. it's science."

i watch him, his curls bouncing as he chews, his face lit up like he's won the lottery. he's so full of life, so effortlessly himself, and it makes my chest ache in the best way.

he catches me staring and tilts his head. "what?"

"nothing," i say, shaking my head and smiling. "you... didn't have to do this, you know."

his cheeks flush, and he ducks his head, his hair falling into his face. "of course i did, mils. you mean the world to me, and this is huge."

when the plates are cleared, and i think he's finally done with surprises, he disappears again. this time, he comes back holding a small cake. the frosting is a little uneven, the decorations simple. 'congrats, mils' is written in careful but slightly shaky letters, but it's perfect in its own way.

"did you make this?" i ask, sitting up straighter.

he nods, setting it down carefully on the nightstand. "it's not much, but i wanted to do something special for you. you've done something amazing, and you deserve to feel it."

his words hit somewhere deep, and i have to blink a few times before responding. "thank you. really. this means more than i can say."

he leans back against the headboard next to me, his shoulder brushing mine. "well, don't get all emotional yet. we've got cake to eat and an album to launch."