This is all fine?  Or if it isn't he doesn't care.  None of this really affects the looming Bad Thing which is going to wreck everything about his life at some unspecified point, so none of it matters.

The pop tarts pop and Haru plates them.

Ren realizes she forgot to brush her hair and runs upstairs.

The popcorn pops faster and slows down again and the microwave keeps going.

What flavor are the pop tarts.  Doesn't matter; nutrition, go in his body.  He's not flinching at the popcorn noises; that's a normal sound.  (He did flinch pretty sharply at the toaster being done, though, that was right next to him and there was only one of it.)  Munch munch.

The popcorn smell is replaced by a smoky smell. The smoke alarm starts beeping.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Haru dives for the button and hits Cancel and doesn't open the appliance, first of all.

- Okay now he's very awake and everything matters very much, actually.  He - is not touching Haru anymore, he - should be ready to grab onto him and cling very tightly so they can go out the window, is what he said last night, approximately, but - he doesn't want to get in the way of preventing the fire from getting worse - he'll just - be very still over here out of the way, under the smoke detector with his ears getting hurt, ready to cling when it seems like they've gotten to that stage of the proceedings.  Ow.  Fuck.  Aaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Haru opens the kitchen window but this one has a screen so it would seem unlikely he plans to leave that way. He floats up to the ceiling to tell the smoke detector to shut up. Then he lands beside Julien again and wraps his arms around him. "Nothing's on fire. We're okay. Ren just burned her popcorn."

Cling!  With his legs up around Haru's waist!

Okay, sure, they can be in that position, that's fine.

Ren comes charging down the stairs still holding her hairbrush. "I am SO sorry, oh my god - do you two want to step out while I get this out of the microwave -"

"Yes."  He doesn't seem to think this calls for de-koalaing.

Haru carries the koala into the back yard.

Into his shoulder, muffled:  "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Sorry I wasn't paying attention to the popcorn."

'It's okay' would be - lying even though it might be true.  "...I don't think I can go back to trying to be groggy right now."

"Figures. Sorry."

"It's okay."  Dammit.  ...No, maybe this is actually okay.  In a sense.  "I'm not sure, I think that one might have become bad for me, if I leaned into it too hard for long enough."

"How so?"

"I don't know.  I just had a bad feeling.  ...I mean, I had a literal bad feeling at the time, that something would happen that I didn't have any ability to stop, but.... I think - being that passive, is... it could be opening the door.  For someone else to move in.  Or for going back to being wrong about everything."

"Huh. I guess I can't rule that out, but it'd be mildly odd? Nothing says you can't be mildly odd though."

"I already feel a lot more than mildly odd..."

"I mean for an esper. There's no standard esper sort of like there's no standard dungeon but there's ways it's normal to vary and parameters you kind of expect 'em to stay within most of the time."

"I don't understand how this would be weirder than anything else I've been doing.  I already had both of those things happen once, and only one of them was because I started awakening, so the other one was probably at least partially because of my mental state, don't you think?"  What if he unclung just a little.  His limbs are getting tired.

"It wouldn't be that weird but flavors of backlash leading directly into each other instead of just all being states you can be in with whatever mental gymnastics to get there is not how I usually expect it to be. Could easily be that way anyhow though."