Deku POV
Hmm, something feels awfully familiar. I looked up to see the shining sun beam in my face as the birds sang their daily song. I looked around to figure out less then a couple minutes my all might pillow wasn't with me. Wait, where am I?! I look down realizing I'm not even wearing the same clothes as yesterday. They were very oversized. Oh, no! What happened last night?! I can't remember! The back of my neck had thick bandages surrounding all around it. Wait! I remember now! I was with Kacchan. Did he find out? I mean this does look like his room the last time I've seen it.
"Look who finally got up." I voice too familiar spoke.
"Eep! Kacchan?!" I snapped my head his direction causing my neck a stinging pain.
He leaned over the bed handing me a tall glass of orange juice. "Drink."
"Thank you." I took it from him staring into the cup, watching the orange juice go side to side.
"I have questions to ask you so, drink up while you can." He patiently waited.
I knew what he was going to ask. Still, I was... unsure. Of a lot of things, really. I don't want him to get involved with this. It's dangerous enough as it is.
"So, hah, yesterday was fun, wasn't it?" I said straining away from the conversation at hand.
"Deku. Stop playing the idiot." He got me. I have no use but to confess.
"Kacchan I..." I took a deep breath. "MY HOOD WAY TOO TIGHT SO IT CHOKED ME NEVERTHELESS I GOT IT LOOSE SO I'M FINE NOW! DON'T WORRY!" I yelled out loud, lying to his face.
"BE SERIOUS!" He knocked me in the head. "It was one of the League of Dancers men was it?"
"I-It's not what it looks like! Please listen to me!" I shout out straining my lungs.
"Then what does it look like, Deku?" He got up and stood hovering over me. "Just get some rest, I'll be back in a little while." I seen a slight glimpse of his face. I slight glimpse of him wanting to dispose of something. Something bad. He scoffed as he slammed the door on his way out.
I gripped the sheets, squeezing my eyes shut. Now what? I grabbed the orange juice as I downed it. Kacchan, I know what you're up too. There is no way I'll let you do this. At the least, not alone. I quickly threw my clothes on from yesterday that were laying on his shelf. They were neatly and nicely folded as well cleaned. Running to the front door, I bowed to both Mrs. and Mr.Bakugou while slipping on my shoes. Dashing out the door, I didn't have a clue where he ran off too. All I could hope is I'd run into him. I rushed down the long street on foot continuously weeping out his name. I dug my phone out of my pocket, calling and calling. Missed calls were the only outcome.
"Kacchan! Kacchan! Kacchan...! Please... It's... It's not worth it!" I clenched my fist, a tear threatened to roll down my face. The only place I could think he would've went was... that alleyway! The dark, dim, alleyway from a couple months back. I made a sprint as fast as I could there. I immediately stopped upon the enclosed walls.
"K-Kacchan? Are you here- Mph!" I jolted at a large hand covering my mouth."Shut up, Deku." Kacchan! It was Kacchan! I felt relieved as I turn around to face him.
Bakugou POV
"Kacchan! This isn't safe! We need to get out of here." The nerd whispered, two hands between the gap of his mouth.
"You mean you need to get out of here." I grabbed his hand only to have him quickly yank it away.
"No! I'm including you!" He hissed.
"If I don't take care of this dumb shit now you'll be dealing with this endlessly . Just let me get this done and over with." I confessed shadowing over him. Doesn't he understand I'm doing this for him?!
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Where The Wind Blows ( Bakudeku Dance AU ) //COMPLETE//
FanfictionWhat if Izuku Midoriya was a ballerina and Katsuki Bakugou was a break dancer? The childhood friends/rivals but possibly...lovers..? Both aiming to be at the same school of UA High to be the best dancer the world as seen, yet. What will happen when...