Come with me - A bkdk fantasy AU

pt. 1!

Katsukis POV:

I walk down the path from the forest, when suddenly someone bumps into me.

"Oh my goodness, Hi there!" he says, in a sweet little voice that makes him sound small. A good target.

"Fight me," I say.

"Wha- goodness no, I'm just glad to see people again! I've been all alone on the road for quite some time now."

"Right, so fight me."

The boy sighs, and shrugs.

"I guess if you insist." he says.

The boy rolls up his sleeves, gets into a fighting stance, and thus the battle begins.

Within minutes, he's already on the ground.

"You lost, walker boy," I say.

"No...just- give me a second..", he replies, his voice faltering.

hah? was he still trying to win?

he stumbles to his feet, bruised and battered from my attacks, and he looks ready to collapse again, but nonetheless he charges straight towards me.

Huh. I like the nerve of this guy.

I get into stance and when the timings right, I hit below his knee and he trips, falling onto the floor once again.

"You done?"

The boy just huffs as he tries to catch his breath.

"Yeah. You win. Good game," he says faintly.

"Where's your destination, walker boy?" I ask. It takes him a minute to respond, but he started breathing at a normal pace again.

"I don't really have one. I travel the lands for the adventure."

"Well congrats, you're adventuring over to my tribe," I say, and I pick him up and seat him on my shoulder.

"I- I suppose that'd be nice. Thank you," he says, and he pats my head. No one has pat my head since childhood. It was then that I recognized the boy I was taking home.

"....You're Deku. From when we were kids."

He stutters.

"What the- Deku? ... Kacchan?"

I almost dropped him. That nickname was one I'd long forgotten. 

"Don't call me that," I say, and he just shrugs.

"Likewise to you. I don't appreciate being called a blockhead."

(UGHHHH the pain of no nicknames)

I walk back into the forest, and make a short walk back home. Deku kept trying to get off my shoulder, insisting he could walk on his own, but when I did once, he stumbled right over. I put him back on my shoulder for the rest of the way, pitying him. It does suck to feel weak.

That's one thing I'm familiar with.

After a while of walking, we finally arrive at the little place I call home. It was a small community, sort of like a neighborhood, but the shops and diners scattered about among the homes were enough to call this place a village.

We get to my house, and I give the door a little kick to open it, because my hands are busy making sure Deku didn't fall off my shoulder. I walk in, and set Deku down on the sofa that sits in front of the fireplace, although theres no fire at the moment. Then I make my way to the kitchen.