Love like a storm - ( Kiritodobakudeku)

Chapter Three

                                                                         artist: unknown 

Deku pov:

    The hot June sun shines through the window and the sound of Kacchan's favorite band playing in my CD player flows through the air. I sit up and I hear a small grunt from underneath me. Did my bed just make a grunt? Also, when did I fall asleep? I know I woke up to my phone ringing, then Kacchan coming over. Wait, Kacchan? I look down and realize what or who I'm sitting on. Kacchan is sleeping in my bed!?! Not that it's an unusual sight but I don't remember him spending the night.  My face flushes a bright red and I stand up and stumble out of my bed. As I sleepily stumble out of bed, I trip on a pile of books and land on my butt. 

"Ouch," I say rubbing my head.

"Shut up nerd! I'm sleeping."

"S-sorry Kacchan," I stutter as the events of the day before come flooding into my brain. Oh, no! Kacchan saw the book! He probably thinks im a freak. I mean, that's what I am, aren't I?  My thoughts get interrupted when a strong pair of arms pick me up and lay us back down in bed. 

"Too early. Too cold. Go back to sleep, nerd," Kacchan says half asleep. Did he just pick me up to cuddle me? I mean, why would he hug me? After he learned that he should be disgusted and hate me. I mean he should hate me, right? The entire world hates male omegas! My thoughts are interrupted by a sleepy, coarse voice.

"Quit mumbling. I'm asleep..." he says, pulling me in closer. I roll my eyes. He is like a sleeping bear, deadly to wake up and holding onto whatever he is cuddling with an immovable grip.  I look up at the clock . It reads 12:30 PM. I guess I wore myself out.

"Kacchan it's noon."

"And?"

"Kacchan, you need to wake up!"

"No." 

"Fine, but let me go. I'm getting up to get food. I. Am. Hungry."

"No, you're not. I'll get cold."

"I'm hungry Kacchan."

"Tch, fine I'm up," he says as he sits up in bed, pulling me up with him. His blonde hair is standing up in every direction, which is pretty typical for Kacchan. He lazily opens up his crimson eyes with a glare upward in my direction.

"Kacchan, you slept in your hearing aids again. Your mom is going to be mad again! Also, why are you in my bed? Not that I mind but.." I trail off.

"Fuckin' hell, I knew I forgot somethin' and you were having a panic attack or some shit. So I comforted you. You got a problem with that? Don't you dare say any of that mushy shit 'bout it either," He says, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh," I say. After a while of just sitting and staring at Kacchan who is half-asleep, it becomes unbearable. So, I get up and head out to the kitchen. Kacchan follows suit, half asleep. He sits at the table and starts to fall asleep. "Pstt, Kacchan, what do you want for breakfast?" I say softly. 

"Food," he mumbles.

"Okay, " I chuckle. I head to the fridge, deciding on bagels and coffee. I spot a note on the fridge. It reads, 'I get off work at 3. We will go out when I get home to get your distributor, so be ready. Love, Mom.'

I look in the fridge and I realize we are out of bagels. "Kacchan, let's go get coffee and bagels. We can talk about what happened yesterday after coffee." 

  I hear a few grumbles as Kacchan gets up, puts his shoes on, and heads toward the door. I grab my wallet, shoes, and headphones before we head off to the coffee shop. We are both still in what we slept in. Yesterday neither of us changed out of our day clothes and neither of us has the energy to change without coffee first. The walk to the coffee shop was peaceful. Kacchan did not speak except for a few grunts, which is pretty normal for him before coffee, but it still made me anxious.  We walk into the shop and stand in line. The cashier knows us as we come here pretty frequently.