Deidara closes his eyes as he brings his presentation to a close. The events of two years flash through his head, and he fights to push them away. What they had is in the past now. Over the years, Deidara grew to understand how foolish he was. Obito is never going to be interested in him, so he moved on and found someone who genuinely was there for him. Moving on took some time, but he's glad he had support.
Shaking his head, Deidara takes in the applause, letting his artwork hang on the wall and steps back to where Hidan is sipping his coffee. Hidan is supportive of his boyfriend, he always accompanies the blond whenever he exhibits his art. He can't afford to miss any of his shows.
"I don't think you're meant to drink up here, yeah."
Hidan lowers his hand, letting his empty one sway by his side. "We're at a coffee shop, Dei. Why wouldn't I drink up here?", he answers with an amused smirk.
Deidara lets out a laugh, making Hidan chuckle too before hurrying off to let the next artist perform. If he can recall properly, he believes their name is Sasori.
Settling back at their designated round table, Hidan takes a seat and places his cup on the wooden etched surface. Deidara takes the chair in front of him, taking a quick glimpse back at his creation before focusing on Hidan.
"You were amazing up there, you definitely blew everyone away with your work.", Hidan compliments, earning his favourite smile from the artist. "I bet no one can top your piece. I even heard some kid ask if it was on sale so they could hang it in their room. They love you, Dei."
Deidara drags the cup across the table, taking a small sip. "You're really feeding my ego right now, 'idan. Not that I'm complaining, I love it.", he murmurs, words caught between the odd stingy taste of peppermint coffee. "Hate to disappoint the kid but it's not for sale, it's more of a gift for the coffee shop for their fourth year anniversary, yeah. Guess they could always come back and look at it from there though."
"I'll be honest, I was holding myself back from promoting your shop to 'em. I mean, if they're interested, might as well tell them who you are and where they can buy your work."
Deidara scoffs lightly, letting a grin play on his face. "Guess it's too late for that, yeah."
Hidan leans back in his chair, Deidara slides their drink across the countertop and Hidan cups it in his hands, thanking him silently with a nod.
"Deidara! Deidara, right?"
Confused, Deidara turns around to face a soft-eyed girl with an origami flower swept up near the side of her hair.
"Hi, I'm Konan. You left your sweater back there."
Konan passes Deidara a violet purple heap. It reminds Deidara of something lavender and citrus-scented. Deidara narrows his eyes, doing a double-take before exchanging glances with Hidan.
"That's not mine, yeah.", Deidara points out, frowning at the fabric. He's already wearing Hidan's vanilla scented sweater.
"Oh.", is all that manages to come out of Konan's mouth. "He told me it belonged to you."
Deidara's eyes follow Konan's, wandering down to the boy standing at the coffee shop door. For harsh December weather, he isn't wearing a sweater. Deidara grits his teeth and pushes the purple sweater back to Konan.
"Wait - Are you okay?"
Konan watches as Deidara gets out of his seat, moving past her. Hidan gives her an apologetic look before standing up, reaching out to rest a hand on Deidara's shoulder.
"You sure you'll be okay?"
"Don't worry about me Hidan, I've got this."
The blond gives him a reassuring nod and Hidan removes his touch, letting Deidara walk free.
Konan clutches onto the fabric, holding it close to her chest. "Did.. Did I do something wrong?"
Hidan shakes his head. "You did nothing wrong.", he comforts, folding his arms across his body. "Let's just say Dei and him have some catching up to do."
The two stand silently as Deidara stops in front of his best friend. Old best friend. First love. Old love. Deidara wants to be mad, he really does but the look on Obito's face makes it impossible.
It reminds him of December 3rd, 2011. Except Obito is looking at him and nobody else.
