Where The Wind Blows ( Bakudeku Dance AU ) //COMPLETE//

CH.83 Catchups

Deku POV

The next stop I wanted to head to was to the Cafe for breakfast, well brunch right now. No one knows I'm back in town so Kacchan and I wanted just to have a day together with the two of us.

I want to save seeing everyone once again for a more, special, occasion.

Kacchan and I got there having long, endless conversations with one another. I asked if he still had his place, not to my surprise, he doesn't.

Unlike him, my bank account was packed. So I was thinking what I could do for him. Us. When the time comes around to it after all.

All of a sudden, my phone went off with a loud digging notification.

"W-What?! Already..!? This is bad." I gasp out loud while rubbing my hair.

Kacchan cocked an eyebrow at me in confusion. "Hmm?"

I leaned over and whispered. "Listen to me Kacchan. I need sunglasses and a hat as soon as possible. I think I have till tomorrow but, it's risky."

He stares dumbfounded and burst out in laughter. "Hah? What'd you do? Commit homicide or something-?"

"Stop playing around and be serious!" Stubbornly, I tug for his hoodie. I had no choice. My recent magazine has been released early for Japan today as well as some dancing programs. I want to spend this time with Kacchan, not a bunch of strangers.

"Deku, you're just acting shady, hold on!" He draws me away and pulls off his jacket to slip it over my head. "There. You now officially look like a cute dork."

Anything is fine with me at this point. My old manager back over in America has been begging not stop for me to come back. Claiming I'm a world class dancer and represented as the exact ideal hot and cute Japanese man; in one package. I'm pretty sure he was only being fully honest about the last part.

Kacchan being nosy, peered over my phone and seen the online article sent, knowing it's full well on all Social Media's. "...Deku...What the hell were they doing to you over in America? Tryna sell you off? You know, I still have the money and two fist to go over there."

I slap my face, dragging my hand down-explaining this was part of the contract deal. The angry Pomeranian still didn't agree with how much of my body was exposed. It's not known here for many people to do that and when it happens it gets around, fast. He flicks my forehead then, giving back my phone-deciding he shouldn't hold it hostage.

"Forgetting about that, we still have a full day together so, lets make it happen. For now, just keep the hood on your head and wear my back up glasses. The prescription isn't strong so, don't worry about that. I'll catch you if you fall hard, either way."

"Backup glasses? Why do you have those?"

"What? What makes you think I won't need them."

I decided to simply not put much thought into it and slipped it over my original identity.

Kacchan and I then spent the whole day going to endless spots we used to go to with one another and some places, completely new. We even, two grown men, went to an arcade. I mean, who said we can't, right? The dancing machine can be actually fun when you don't have someone attempting to break it after missing an arrow. Afterwards, we took each other shopping for new clothes since he kind of left his on the train. Well, I can't say we just got clothes but, you know. The both of us took this moment to get to know one another once again. It felt nice to be with someone that seems as if a soulmate to after so long. It brought back nostalgia in a way.

As of now, we're just taking a light stroll down a familiar street, one hand straddled together and another full of bags. I didn't think much about where we were exactly going, though. Anything was fine with him by my side.

I babbled into the comfortable cold, winter, air. "Kacchan, I really, really missed this. I wish we could do it everyday."

Kacchan gives me a faithful smile and rubbed my head. "We will soon. However much you'd like." He puts simply and straightforwardly.

Soon? Huh? What does he mean by that? Again, another thing I didn't really question much to myself. I'm still kind of worried for his career in life, though. Of course he doesn't have to choose to be a dancer but it seems so out of place...

"Hey, Kacchan?"

"Yeah, Deku?"

"Can we discuss something over dinner tonight?"

The ash blond look a tad worried and confused. He squeezed my hand when we just arrived at my mothers house. "Depends how ready you are."

A slick sweat rolled down my cheek. Was this where he's been needing to take me all day? Am I not ready to see her, yet? I mean, will I ever be without any contact for five years? Well, I guess it's now or never.

The two of us walked up the steps and rang the door bell.

"Mom, we're home."