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Books were doors leading to other worlds to which the keys were hidden in the readers' mind. Deadlock knew that very well. That was why she used books as an escapism. Works of horrific fiction were her favorite. After numerous missions, she ended up numbed. She lacked sensations. Sensations that she missed and found in horror novels. Novels that she sometimes shared with Iso who also lacked the feeling of adrenaline.

When she needed a new novel, she came to you. You were her book supplier. Your dorm room literally looked like a bookshop. You had among your shelves different types of book to which one could find the most disgusting, deranged, horrific, unhinged and skin crawling stories humanity could find. Even Fade bowed her head to the nightmares sealed among the pages. Even someone as stoic as Iso grimaced to some books you lent him.

In need of a new reading, she knocked on your door and you invited her in.

"So," you kneeled down towards your lower shelf. "How did you find your reading ?"

Deadlock put down the novel you leant her on your desk. Her eyes landed on an open notebook.

"Where on earth did you find that novel ?" she asked.

"You're always asking the same question." you chuckled. "Aren't you tired of repeating yourself ?"

When you turned towards her with a new book, you froze. She had one of your notebooks in her hand and was flipping through the pages.

"Give it back—"

"You're writing ?" she interrupted you.

You snatched the notebook from her grasp and sighed.

"It's just a draft," you shook your head. "It's...it's not ready, yet."

Deadlock raised an eyebrow and sat on your bed.

"I came here for a very specific kind of reading and my gut is telling me that you have exactly what I need." she pointed at the notebook in your hand.

She was also curious. What nightmarish world did you put onto paper ? How would she feel if she could wander in it ?

"It is a draft, Deadlock." you repeated with a sigh.

"A draft is destined to be read anyway," she shrugged. "If you don't want me to read it, you could read it to me."

You looked at her, then back at your notebook. Deadlock's eyes travelled on the other drafts on your desk. You already possessed so many books, so many inspirations. What could you possibly be writing down ? What did you already write ?

"Okay," you finally accepted. "I hope you didn't eat."

You sat down beside her and opened the first pages. You took a deep breath. Deadlock got comfortable on your bed and looked at you, eager to hear your draft.

" ‘Once upon a time, the Netherworld falling from the sky...’ "

Even when she thought you couldn't surprise her anymore, you always managed to catch her off-guard. Deadlock stared down at the tray of food you were carrying before her eyes raised to yours. The delicious smell of food was dancing in the corridor of the dorm quarter and an odd and comforting sentiment of nostalgia gently squeezed her heart.

"What is this ?" she asked with a gruff tone.

The fake pout suddenly appearing on your face almost managed to move her.

"I made you a fenalår and a lefse," you said. "And I brought you some cider."

Deadlock looked at you as if you just came from Mars. She stayed quiet for a few seconds before letting you inside her room.

"You cooked that by yourself ?"

"No," you giggled lightly. "I've got some help from the old viking."

"From who ?" her brows furrowed.

"Breach," you put down the tray on her desk. "Despite being Swedish, he surprisingly knows a lot of Norwegian dishes."

She rolled her eyes and sat down on her desk, trying to ignore the weight of your stare. She still wasn't used to you watching over her. It was oddly comforting, almost too sweet to be real. She did not have to tell you when she felt unwell. You always knew and always have ways to comfort her.

"You know," she heard you say after she took a bite of lefse. "If you still have nightmare, you could sleep in my bed tonight."

She almost choked on her food at your words. Your tone was so casual, as if you just talked about the weather. She turned in your direction to see you standing up from her bed, stretching lightly and walking towards the door of the room.

"What ?" Deadlock coughed.

"Your biometric is already saved on my door," you shrugged as you left the room. "Have a nice meal, Iselin."

No, Deadlock was still not used to this warmth, your warmth. Even though she wasn't complaining, she found herself shyly basking into your warm comfort and tender actions.