In The Spotlight [Indefinite Hiatus]

Chapter 22

A/N: The song mentioned in this chapter is LOVE. by Kendrick Lamar. I do not own this song, nor did I participate in it's creation.
________________________________
Bakugou's POV
"Come with me, Eijiro." My heart was racing. I know we just got back together and I'm asking a lot of him, but I don't want to lose him again. I want him to know that I'm serious about him.

"Wait, so this... isn't a breakup?"

"Huh?! The fuck are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That I want you to come with me when I go on tour! What'd you think I was talking about?" He immediately relaxed into my arms, breathing out a loud sigh.

"Oh, thank fuck!" He then straightened up and smacked my shoulder. "You could've phrased it better! I thought you were going to break up with me."

"Why would I do that?! We literally just got back together," I said while I rubbed soothing circles on the spot he hit.

"Well when you start off with 'I'm leaving you' there's not really much room for reassurance." He pulled away and sat down on my bed while heaving a loud sigh. I walked over and sat next to him. It was quiet between us for what felt like a few minutes, but was more realistically like thirty seconds. However, every second that went by in silence was almost unbearable.

Of course I wanted Ei to come with me and I didn't want to pressure him, but I also didn't think about what would happen if he said no. All I knew in the moment was that I wanted him to just say something. Anything.

"If..." he started. "If I do go with you... how would it work?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you can't just expect me to up and leave without knowing what lies ahead. This is a huge decision, Kat." I looked over to him and studied what I could see from this angle of his face. His eyebrows were furrowed from what I'm assuming was either concentration or concern. I guess he felt me staring 'cause he turned to me. His features softened and turned into a soothing smile. He placed a reassuring hand on mine. "Hey. I'm not saying no. I just want to know what I'm getting myself into."

"You wouldn't have to worry about transportation," I started. "I have bodyguards for protection, so they'll be with us whether we fly or ride in the tour bus. As for our relationship, we can just act like really close friends to the public eye."

"That would help explain why we'd be together a lot," he agreed. He ran his fingers through his hair. He kept it down today. I love it when he does. He's so beautiful. "What about where we stay? Won't people get suspicious if we share a room?"

"I'll just make sure that you'll have a room next to mine."

"What about your manager?"

"Fuck that guy. His main problem with us was getting caught in public. I'm not letting that dickhead dictate what we do in private." He paused, that same look of concentration returned while he bit the inside of his cheek. It was a habit of his that I noticed would happen every time he was really thinking about something. Although usually that something was what he wants to eat or apparently, according to Dunce Face, if I'd still love him if he was a worm.

"Okay," he declared. He turned to me and stared with eyes full of innocent determination. "Even though this is more of a goal than a real game plan, it's doable."

"So... you'll come with me?"

"Yes!" he smiled widely.

I cupped his cheek and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips pressed together gently, yet eager. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me closer as he leaned back so that I was on top of him. I kissed his lips one more time before I started to pepper excited kisses all over his face, making him giggle.