Are You Crying, Too?

Hope

Kachan and I got ready for the hero convention the next morning.  We were now sitting by the couch, waiting for Pyro to show up.

"When does it start?" I wondered aloud as I leaned my head back to rest it on the couch.  Kachan, who was sitting beside me, shrugged.  My eyes turned to watch whatever was on the TV.  I was always excited to go to these hero conventions, even when I was still a kid.  The thought of meeting different hero's and talking to them always made me jump in my seat.  Mom would always save up money so that we could go there.  I never got to see All Might because he was always crowded by other people, but seeing all of the other hero's made up for that. 

*Ring*

The ring reverberated throughout the house as someone rung the doorbell.

"It's probably Pyro-bitch," Kachan as he stood up from the couch.

"Hey, what's up?" I heard Pyro say as she walked into the house.  Kachan grunted as he followed her into the living room.

"Pyro!  It's nice to see you again!" I smiled brightly at her. 

She smiled back at me, "Hey, how's my cinnamon roll?"

Kachan growled as he put a hand on Pyro's shoulder, "He's not yours.  He's mine."

I blushed as Pyro started to freak out.  She put her hands on her cheeks and smiled widely.  I jumped up from the couch when she dramatically fell to the floor.

"Are you okay!?" I frantically asked.

Pyro jumped back up after a few seconds and squealed, "I'm fine!  Just fangirling!"

My expression of worry didn't change.

"Well?" Kachan said, "Are we going, or what?"

Pyro nodded and dashed out the door like lightning.  I let out a confused with as I wondered what was going on in her brain.

Kachan took a hold of my hand, causing me to plush profusely.

"Let's go," He said.  My head nodded as I followed him out of the door.  I took a deep breath of refreshing air after we left the house.  A small smile rested itself upon my lips while my eyes gazed into the mostly clear sky.  I looked down and uttered a content sigh.  Things were slowly getting better.

As we started our walk to the train station, I realized that the costume I was wearing was uncomfortable to walk in.  Yesterday, Kachan had bought us costumes that looked like ours, so that it looked like we were trying to cosplay as ourselves.  I wished that we could just wear out regular costumes, so that it would be more comfortable.  It made me shudder to realize that people dressed up in these costumes every year for the convention.  How could anyone survive this?

I looked in front of me and at Pyro.  She was wearing her hero costume, one that was designed by Kachan's costume designer.  The two dots on the front of her costume made that it obvious.  She was wearing a sleeveless crop top, probably so that She could generate plans without obstructions.  She also had two separate belts around each leg, which carried an assortment of medical supplies, as well a gas mask.  Leggings that were pulled over her abdomen clung tightly to her skin, making it look uncomfortable to wear.  Her clothing looked like it was woven with fire-proof material.  The main color of the costume was a dark green, but it had gold accents.  She still wore her rose-gold rimmed, round glasses above her nose, which complimented her outfit nicely, and, although it was hard to tell from My position, I could see that she was wearing a black gas mask on her face, as well as black boots to match.  The bun on her head completed her ensemble.

My hold on Kachans hand tightened as I thought about what might happen if I was caught.  I would probably be thrown in jail, as well as Kachan and Pyro.  If someone finds out that I'm Deku, then...  I'll have to pretend that I made Kachan and Pyro take me there.  I really hope that doesn't happen.