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wisteria-cherry · 5 months

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forty days and forty nights (day thirty-seven!) (part two!)

(you thought i forgot didn’t you)

“stay.”

"fine. now answer the goddamn question or starve." katsuki grunted, sifting through the bags. he glanced at the pot of water you had for the ramen and turned the heat up before taking out miso, chicken, and a variety of vegetables.

"I'm doing okay." you answer, studying his movements carefully. "what're you making?"

"chanko nabe." a classic comfort dish. he knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard.

"don't you have patrol today?" you ask, albeit somewhat reluctantly. part of you immediately regretted asking, because what if he had patrol right this minute and had to leave?

"no." katsuki said shortly.

"ah."

it was silent for a good few minutes. katsuki continued to work on prepping different ingredients— mushrooms, carrot, tofu— and you opted to sit and watch, since clearly he disapproved of your cooking.

"took off 'cuz i wanted to check on ya." katsuki mumbled finally.

“you took off for me?” you repeat, dumbfounded. katsuki clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“isn’t that what i just said?” katsuki snapped. “idiot.”

“thanks.” you smile. “can i help you cook?”

“no way in hell, instant ramen freak.” katsuki snorted. “sit your ass down, i’m cooking.” your face instantly snaps into an indignant state, highly offended at katsuki’s accusation.

“that’s not all i eat! it was just tonight!” you protest.

“you had so many goddamn ramen packets in your cabinet that you coulda fed my entire agency!” katsuki barked back. “i’m cookin’, that’s that.”

“fine.” you huff, sinking into one of the counter stools. “jerk.”

“dumbass.”

the chanko nabe was ready fairly quick, and, as an added bonus, made your newly-cleaned apartment smell heavenly. it was nice to be pampered.

“eat.” katsuki grunted, sliding a bowl to you across the countertop. he turned back around and began on the dishes.

“oh, katsuki, i’ll do the—“

“siddown.” katsuki interrupted, instantly glaring at you from over his shoulder. “no the fuck you’re not.

“ok.” you didn’t bother arguing because, again, he did make you food, and he did make your apartment smell good. you ate in silence as katsuki did dishes. it was amazing— salty and flavorful and delicious. it wasn’t until katsuki broke the silence that you bothered taking a breath from your food to breathe.

“you got a plan for after this?” he grumbled, almost reluctantly. you shrug.

“just… keep going with life, i guess.” you could tell your answer didn’t please katsuki, because he tensed, giving you quite a wonderful outline of his back muscles through his tight black t shirt (did he wear that everywhere?).

“the fuck you mean?” katsuki narrowed his eyes as he turned around, drying a knife off with a hand towel as he did so.

“well, what am i supposed to do?” you point out.

“go to therapy and that shit.”

“i don’t need therapy.”

“you haven’t addressed the damn thing once. bet my money you haven’t talked with pinky or shitty hair either.” katsuki set the knife down, focusing his attention on you, which, given the current subject, made you just a tiny bit uncomfortable.

“i didn’t need to,” you answer hesitantly. right? i’m fine.

“you gotta talk to someone.” katsuki rolled his eyes. “no one goes through that kinda shit and gets out unscathed.”

“oh.” you frown. “well, i’ll think about it, i guess.”

“tch. you better do more than just think about it.” katsuki scowled, before getting himself some chanko nabe and plopping down next to you. “you doin’ anything tomorrow?”

“working.” you reply. “just like usual. it feels weird not working today.”

“i meant after that, dumbass.” katsuki’s voice suddenly got a little quieter, a little less grumbly, but just a little more defensive. he stared at his chanko nabe.

“oh. i don’t think so.” you ponder. “why?” katsuki didn’t answer for a good few minutes.

“because—“ katsuki hesitated for just a nanosecond, trying to gather his words. “—because we’re going somewhere.”

“we are?” you blink, confused.

“if you fuckin’ want to, or whatever.” katsuki snapped.

“like…” you stop. do you dare presume? “like a date?”

“yeah.” katsuki glanced over at you, glaring. the tips of his ears were red, and his cheeks were dusted with pink. cute. “‘s a hike.”

“okay.” you said, smiling, probably responding quicker than necessary, but you didn’t care.

you had a date with katsuki.

“you gotta talk to someone. no one goes through that shit and gets out unscathed.”

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hawkmothdiemotte · 8 months

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Todays krbk sketch I combined alternate careers and coffeshop cause I can

Idk maybe imma redraw Kiri in the bottom version, I like the top perspective better..

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linkyychan · 6 months

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Togachako Inktober - Day 9: Coffee shop AU

Tired Toga student goes to her usual coffee place to study and the barista is already waiting with her order

#togachako #inktober #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #bnha #mha #togaocha #himichako #my art #digital art #inktober 2023 #coffee shop au #au

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ficsbynats · 1 year

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Celebrity~

Content: fluff, one swear word, food

Hawks was lazyly flying over the perimeter one last time before his patrol shift ended. The sky was dark with only the moon to keep him company, and most of the bustling of the city had died down only the lit up windows of the apartment buildings. It was a bit ominous to see the normally lively city go so dark and quiet, he thought to himself.

Tonight had been a pretty uneventful patrol. Although most of them are, really. But every so often he would encounter a fan or two seeing the no.2 hero soring the skies and ask for a picture or an autograph. But tonight that didn't happen, not even once. Although hawks was grateful that he got a break from the lov and he seemed to be having a calm petrol so far, he couldn't say he didn't miss the recognition.

Flying overhead, hawks noticed a quaint cafe on the side of a otherwise dark street with the lights still on. Since his patrol was already over, he thought, it wouldn't hurt to get a little past-midnight snack. A donut sounded great.

He landed on the sidewalk a few ways from the cafe. That was when he realised as he was in his full hero gear, he was bound to get recognised. But, he thought, whoever poor soul had to work up to this ungodly hour of the night at least deserved something, and being the number two hero hawks would probably make their day!! Er- night- whatever-

With that hawks strode forward with only two missions, get a donut and make the barista's day night! So he tucked his wings behind him and walked in with a dashing smile to greet the lucky fan.

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The first thing he picked up was the absolutely amazing smell of a bakery and coffee. This led his brain to believe that there had been a lot of customers today and the cafe had to refill the baked goods multiple times.

Second thing he noticed was the annoyed look on the sole person inside meeting his eyes. They were standing beside a round table with a bucket and mop.

Both of them held eye contact for a moment, then the barista said in a slightly annoyed voice, "Can I help you?"

Hawks hadn't expected this reaction, he was sure he'd hear squealing or screaming even, not this dull and uninterested reaction. He noticed the barista had left the mop leaning against a table to walk behind the counter with an audible sigh. He followed them, still perplexed as to why their reaction was so lackluster.

Now, hawks noticed the barista was waiting behind the cash register.

"Are you just gonna stare or order anything?", They said in a flat tone.

Hawks cleared his throat and turned his attention to the few pastries displayed on the display shelf. But the gears in his mind were working overtime. literally.

Truthfully hawks was in disbelief. No squealing, no wide eyes, no "HAWKS?!", not even a nervous stutter.

The barista hadn't recognized him.

The no. 2 hero was standing right in front of them, in his hero costume, wings out and all, ready to give them an autograph or a picture or ANYTHING. And they hadn't recognized him.

Hawks tried to not have that hurt his ego, he really did. But as he walked towards the cash register and ordered a chicken sandwich and the last donut he couldn't help but ask as the barista had turned around to heat up his sandwich on the microwave:

"You uh, you don't know who I am?", Confusion and disbelief evident in his voice.

Without looking back at him, the barista chuckled, "with all due respect, you're the asshole that comes in two minutes before closing."

The barista faced him with a small teasing but tired smile on their face, his sandwich wrapped and putting the donut in a paper bag, they looked over at the clock.

They looked back at hawks, as they moved over to the cash register to ring him up, and mused in a playful manner,

"well look at that, we're officially closed... I don't know if I can give you this order, Mr...", They trail off.

Hawks sighs. Well looks like he'll not have a fan interaction after all...but it wouldn't hurt if he...

"but you can't let this stuff go to waste, it's hawks by the way." He says nochalantly but secretly hoping that the name will ring a bell.

Leaning on the counter, handing over the cash and grabbing his food, he could see them perk up at that name.

He heard the clacking on the cash register stop, for a moment time stood still, and the barista slowly looked up at him...

With suspicious eyes, "you're not a Villain are you? I think I heard that name on the news."

...

He laughed. He outright laughed at that.

"Did I say something funny? Seriously!! Is this an evil laugh?? Are you a villain?!", They tried to get him to stop, looking at him with tired eyes laced with annoyance, he noticed. They had pretty eyes.

Heaving a deep sigh he put a good amount of tips in the tip jar, "hah well you better find out birdie, especially since there's a chance I might be here again."

With another look at the barista and one of his million yen winks, he flapped his wings and went out of the door.

Yup. He was definitely coming back to this cafe again.

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Hey lovelies, hope you're all doing good and liked this little piece!! Don't forget to get some healthy snacks and stay hydrated, go for a walk and water your plant and pet your pets and talk with your parents, siblings and roommates!!

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i-wanna-die-like-now · 1 year

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Are coffee shop AUs still a thing?

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helluva-simper · 3 months

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My quirkless lover- part 1

Y/n’s quirk is analyzed. She can analyze anything she touches.

It was a normal afternoon in the cafe you worked in, Casey’s cake bakeria. You grabbed coffee and a snack here and there while no one was looking and served. You would have to argue with the same people about how their food was not cooked the way they wanted.When they finally left, all that was left was the people who stayed till 7:35, chit-chatting and drinking coffee.

6:30am

You lean against the wall that separates the serving counter from the kitchen.

“And she was like, “What happened to customer service?!”.” You let out a chuckle as the employee laughs hysterically. Her name was Karmen. She is the only reason why the food tastes good, at least in your opinion. You and her were the last ones who stayed this long because you both needed the money. She has worked here 7 years, two more years than you.

“Okay, okay. How about we play ‘he’s a 10 but…’?” She asks. You sigh as you replied, “Sure.”

Karmen takes a pause to think about what she should say.”He’s a 10 but he is quirkless.” She said, waiting for my answer.”Pass. All of them are just big crybabies or criminals.” You said in a matter-a-fact voice.

“Fair point.” She answers, finger gunning me, saying it's my turn. You open my mouth to speak before I got silenced by the bell. “Coming!” You yell out to the person scattering to your feet and dashed to the counter – surprisingly– without falling.

You look at the customer. He was a skinny, frail old man. His eyes were a light blue but you couldn’t make out if his eyes were just caved in or what. You put on a smile. “Welcome to Casey’s cakes bakeria. What would you like from our menu?” You ask reciting what you say to all the other customers. “Um, I’ll have a sweet tea.” He said. His voice was deep and sounded like he was worked dead. It reminded you of yourself when you worked your first late shifts. “Um, that’ll be ¥465.” You say as he hands you the money.

You led him to a seat next to the window and went off to make his drink. Something felt off about him. Like there was more. You brush off the feeling and walk back to him with his sweet tea. As you were walking over to him, you were analyzing the drink making sure it was good before handing it to him. When he grabbed it his fingers touched your index finger and thumb. You look up to notice he was…. Nude. You could help but notice… it and the huge scar that craved most of his stomach.

You quickly sit down his drink and turn around. “E-enjoy your m-meal.” You say dashing away.

You quickly walk to the kitchen and fall to your knees, face flushed.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Karmen asks. You explain (with a lot of stuttering) what happened. Karmen laughs. You flick her forehead. “Shut up. It’s not like I wanted too.” You mutter. “Ouch. You don’t have to be so violent because you have a crush~.” Karmen teases. You throw a plastic cup at her.”You dumb idiot!” You yell embarrassed. “I was joking. Calm down.” She surrendered putting her hands up.

#mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #toshinori yagi #yagi toshinori #All might #all might x you #all might x reader #all might x y/n #Kinda of a coffee shop au

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s0larts · 4 months

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Coffee Shop au????

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 1 year

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therapy au jeanii(i)

...and a puppet!tsu, if you want?

let's do a trade. ill write a snippet for a drawing /j

Oh absolutely >:D

The jeaniii! Or maybe jean!iii when standing in this order /lh

Puppet!tsu is from Silver’s Tragedy Fic please go check it out it’s worth all the kudos.

And if you haven’t read our interdimensional therapy au fic yet, here’s the latest part! (I swear I’ll post the next part soon, I keep forgetting lol)

#bnha #best jeanist #hakamada tsunagu #eclair’s art #silver :)#interdimensional therapy au #is this technically minor spoilers for therapy fic if you #count the jeanii(i)#lmao maybe oh well #puppet!Tsu my beloved I am giving him a hot chocolate #they ar queuing up at a coffee shop

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midnight-drives-with-sunarin · 9 months

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Crashing the Coffee Shop

Synopsis: Kiri crashes Bakugou's coffee shop

Wordcount: 463 words

Warnings: not proofread, Bakugou typical language

Notes: It's been a while hasn't it?

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In his early years, Katsuki Bakugou dreamed of being a hero. However, his parents kept him from that dream upon learning that Katsuki’s quirk was causing him to go deaf at a rather alarming rate. The two decided that the side effects of using his quirk were not worth their son’s dream and forbade him from becoming a hero. This line of life led to Katsuki being behind the counter of this coffee shop after having gotten out of class early for the day. That very same coffee shop is now covered in shards of glass from the windows shattered by the hero launched through them only minutes ago. Red Riot (recognizable by his brightly colored hair) quickly rose to his feet in order to evacuate the people who had previously been mingling in the coffee shop. However, during this process, the hero missed Katsuki, who was now trapped in the bathroom by the fallen rubble and made more difficult by his impaired hearing because he was unable to determine the reason that the door would not open and decided to use his quirk to force the door open. This proved to be a poor plan as more pieces of the building fell around and finally onto Katsuki, causing his vision to go dark while he listened intently to the sound of someone digging their way toward him. Basking in the comfortable darkness of sleep, Katsuki was content to lay there until he recognized the burning smell of hand sanitizer, the overall sterile scent of a hospital, and a warm weight over his lap. Katsuki rose with a growl at a speed that both dislodged the warm heavy object and made him lightheaded. Now that he was sitting up, Katsuki was met with a grin full of pointy teeth and a faceful of bright spiky hair that he recognized as Kiri's, a regular at the coffee shop. “What the hell are you doing here extra?!” Katsuki growled at that smiling face, a face that now dropped its smile as the red-haired boy tried to form the words to explain. Katsuki got impatient and asked again, this time a little rougher, which spurred the sentence out of Kiri’s mouth. “You were caught in the middle of a villain attack downtown,” he started, “Red Riot got launched into the coffee shop and caused a bunch of it to fall in.” As Kiri continued to explain, he noticed Katsuki yawning and nodding along and suggested he go back to sleep, but before he could get the words out, Katsuki was already out cold. With a sheepish smile and a nervous head scratch Kiri wrote a note with his phone number, telling Katsuki to call him before leaving it on the side table and heading out.

#mha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #coffee shop au #hq fluff

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ali6cee · 9 months

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Bitter like coffee (pt.1)

Katsuki sighed as the door to his apartment slammed behind him. Everything was silent and dark, almost cold despite the fast approaching summer. Not even his cat came to greet him, the bastard.

It had been a month since he had started on this case, and he was nowhere near closing it.

He opened the visor of his helmet and walked further into the house, pressing a button on the side of it to shut off the system built inside, before taking it off. He put it down on the kitchen table, where he knew it would stay until the next day, and exchanged it for the case file. It was a flimsy thing, no more than a couple of pages, but it was pretty much everything they had about the vigilantes.

Against his better interest, Katsuki turned on the living room light and let himself fall back on his couch. Even on the lowest setting the warm artificial hue of the lightbulb burned his tired eyes. It was 4 am. He was exhausted. He just wanted to go to his room, throw himself in the bedsheets and sleep away that awful, absolutely inconclusive patrol he had just got home from.

But he couldn’t.

The adrenaline of the few fights he had that night was still pumping in his veins, and frustration was still making his skin crawl from his chest up to his throat, tightening it up.

He was a slippery one, Blood Riot. Which was ironic, considering the motherfucker was big. Like, ‘what-the-fuck-did-they-feed-you’ kinda big. Like 7 foot tall kind of big. So it was pretty impressive how he still managed to fly under the radar long enough to get through at least three hits before they even got a lead on him. That is without considering that his accomplice, Arakno, was even worse if possible. And despite being just a head shorter than Blood Riot, he lived up to his name right ‘till the very end: was he there one second? Well, bitch, don’t look away or he too will vanish into thin air.

He threw the folder on the coffee table in front of him, not caring if a few papers flew out. It’s not like they had any useful information on them anyway. Katsuki leaned back against the couch and run his hands over his face as if to rub away the exhaustion. He pressed his palms over his eyes, hard enough he started seeing weird shapes under his eyelids and let out yet another sigh.

He didn’t even really want to catch them, for fucks sake. He was an underground hero who trained under Shota Aizawa, and as such followed the Eraserhead’s methods.

“The underground lives in the gray.”

That was the first thing Aizawa said after he had gathered those in the class who said they wanted to go underground. The underground lives in the gray.

So while daylight and twilight heroes, being under society’s microscope, were forced to abide to the rules that the HPCS enforces on to them, the underground heroes had a bit more wiggle room to say “fuck it,” and act however they saw fit.

Which led to Aizawa’s second rule: vigilantes were informants, not villains, and should be treated as such, until proven otherwise.

The parts of the city where undergrounds tended to patrol weren’t exactly full of hero loving people, reason why if they were to talk, they were always way more likely to talk with vigilantes than they were with him or any other pros wondering around the area.

So no, Katsuki did not want to arrest them. What he did want, was to form some kind of work relationship and make sure they don’t go robbing heroes again, no matter how nice it was to see Shoto laugh for the first time since he had to go back to live with his father six months ago. Or how funny the picture of Endeavor in a bathrobe and face mask that somehow started appearing everywhere around town was. And it was really fucking funny.

Despite his best efforts it didn’t take long for Katsuki to fall asleep, only waking up hours later, mouth still pasty with sleep, eyelids heavy and his phone’s alarm blaring in his ears.

He slowly sat up, glaring towards the offensive device. He knew he couldn’t chuck it at the wall. He did. But it was barely 7 am and he had only slept for like two hours and he was tired.

He groaned as his back popped from his neck right down to his tail bone. He had to stop sleeping on the couch, or he’d fuck up his joints even more than he already did with his quirk.

God, he really was turning into Aizawa.

With one last lamenting groan he forced himself to his feet, ignoring the way he felt as if the ground wobbled underneath him for a second. He just had to reach the kitchen and get his coffee. Then everything would have been better.

He stumbled into the kitchen, knocking into the counter but not even caring enough to actually curse at the pain, before finally getting to the pantry where he kept his coffee.

And shit, does the universe have a sense of humor.

Cause as soon as Katsuki’s eyes landed on the prize his cat, the orange fucker who had not shown face until that very moment, decided that the pantry was the perfect place for him to jump on to and knocked every ounce of coffee Katsuki owned right on the ground.

Katsuki looked at it for a bit, feeling a bit of his soul die with each second that passed, until Jeremiah jumped down onto the counter and started rubbing himself against him, his tail tickling his nose in greeting and his paws leaving prints into the powder.

Katsuki took a really deep breath and picked the cat up. He kept him at arms length; narrowing his eyes in the best glare he could manage.

“I fucking hate you,” He scoffed when the fucker had the audacity to start happily purring in his arms.

He let the cat fall to the ground with a sigh as he leaned against the dirty counter.

He took a second to bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose and try to decided if he had the energy to actually clean up. After a second quick peak at the mess the decision was made, and Katsuki hurried towards his bathroom to take the world’s quickest shower.

He grimaced at the feeling of the filthy costume peeling off of his skin and jumped under the still cold water, hoping it would wake him up at least a bit.

In a metter of minutes he was walking out of the bathroom, hair still damp, and into his room to change into some normal clothes and run to that one coffee shop at the end of his street that he had been meaning to try.

The walk didn’t take too long, with most people not yet being out at seven thirty in the morning, and Katsuki got there faster than he usually would have.

As soon as the cute little coffee shop came into view Katsuki stopped for a moment. He scrunched his nose up at sight of the bright pink sign over the door, proudly reading “The Daily Drip”, and assessed a critical look at the too many flowers perched on the windowsills outside.

Well, he thought in the end, it’s not like he had much of a choice. He exhaled from his nose, already taking out his wallet and fishing out the money as he moved towards the entrance.

The place was small and cozy on the inside. Any other day Katsuki would have even dared calling it cute, but at the moment he was a little too busy trying not to fall asleep to notice the details.

No one seemed to be behind the counter yet, so Katsuki busied himself with looking up at the menù behind it.

He was just looking for the option that would offer the most caffein, when someone finally came out form the door he assumed lead to the back of the shop, bending to fit through it.

“Good morning! What can I get you?” The barista smiled brightly as soon as he noticed him.

Katsuki’s eyes widened as he took in the man’s hulking figure and bright red hair, the smile that was all sharp teeth and the muscles his shirt could barely contain.

And for the second time that day he cursed the universe’s fucked up sense of humor.

Cause whether the man was wearing a mask or not, Katsuki had spent way too many hours looking at the singular picture they managed to snug for the folder to not recognize that the man standing right in front of him, asking for his order was none other than Blood Riot himself.

#bnha #bloodriot #coffee shop AU #eijirou is a vigilante #vigilante #dynamight #underground #my hero academia #bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #kiribaku #interactive story

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knifekatt · 2 years

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My Customer is My Roommate!

Preview: After Denki’s roommate is hospitalized, Sero takes it upon himself to let the poor guy live in his apartment.

Includes: A character sick with Cancer, hospitalization, mild angst, hurt/comfort, college-aged characters and more

Cws: Cancer, grief

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Chapter 1: an “unprofessional” customer-barista relationship

Shit. Shit. Shit. Sero couldn't believe his alarm hadn't gone off. It was only his second week working in that damn Cafe, and he was already going to get another tardy. He rushed out of his car, and into the Cafe.

“Sorry I’m late!” He shouted.

Mina, the girl he worked with, was at the counter, taking orders. She had curly cotton-candy colored hair, along with round orange sunglasses.

“Damn, talk about an entrance!” She grinned. “Start working on these orders, would ya?”

Then he remembered. Mina didn’t give a shit about him being late.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He rolled his eyes.

He went up to the counter and began pumping out the fancy drinks they made, and then serving them to the right tables. Most people there were reading books or on a laptop.

A boy with bright hair around his age (college) came up to the counter and took the drink with the most caffeine. Sero saw Mina smile at the boy, and then she turned and handed Sero the order. Sero got to work, finishing it off with some latte art like always. He put the drink on a platter and carried it out to the boy’s table.

“Here you are, sir.” Sero smiled.

The boy took the drink and smiled back. Sero was about to walk away when he noticed that this boy was crying.

Fuck, I don’t know what to do, customers don’t normally cry. Should I ask him what’s wrong? No, that’s weird.

“Is the coffee not good?”

There was no way that sounded reassuring.

“Oh, yeah it’s really good! I just… Have some stuff going on at home.” The boy answered.

“Well, if you need anything, just ask for Hanta Sero at the counter.” He gave him a thumbs up.

I did everything I could. Now, back to work!

“Alright Mina, gimme the next order!”

…

Work had been lengthy, but it was finally over. He split the tip jar with Mina, and she had left ten minutes ago. It was already dark, but to be fair, it was winter. He put on a jacket and scarf, and then went outside. But he noticed a very familiar looking blonde in the corner of his eye. He was holding his phone, and the tips of his fingers were slightly blue.

“What’re you doing out there?” Sero asked.

The boy looked up in alarm, and then sighed in relief to see it was him.

“Nothing much. My Uber just cancelled. So I don’t know what I’m doing at this point.”

Sero thought for a second, and then sat next to him.

“Want a ride home?” He asked.

“I don’t have any money on me.”

Sero looked at him in confusion.

“Then why’d you order an Uber?”

“I thought I had money… But he cancelled when he found out I didn’t.”

“Oh. Well, I don’t charge.”

“Really?” The boy looked up at him.

“Really.” Sero confirmed.

They went over to his car and Sero turned the heat on. The boy put his hands out to the vents and a big goofy grin came across his face.

“It’s so warm!” He said, seemingly amazed.

“It’s called heat for a reason.” Sero started the car.

“Pfft, heat.” He leaned back in his chair.

Sero eyed him, but didn’t say anything about his dumb joke.

“What’s your address?”

The boy’s grin was gone.

“Drop me off at a hotel or something, please.”

“But you don’t have any money.”

“I know.”

A memory cane to Sero. “I just… have some stuff going on at home.”

Sero began driving, keeping his eyes on the road.

“So, what's your name?”

“Denki.”

He nodded. Then he pulled into the driveway to his apartment.

“This doesn’t look like a hotel…” Denki said.

“It’s not, it’s my apartment.”

Suddenly, the blonde looked terrified.

“Don’t give me that look, I’m not kidnapping you. But I’m not letting you sleep in the street, either.” Sero said.

He nodded with caution, and then followed him inside. Sero opened the door, and held it for him to come in.

“You can have the couch, this apartment is small as shit.” Sero told him. “I’ll get you some blankets from my room.”

Sero went into his room and gathered all of the extra blankets, and came out a few moments later. The blonde was sitting on the couch, he had taken his shoes off at the door, and he was glancing around at his surroundings. Sero tossed the blankets next to him.

“Thanks.” Denki smiled.

Sero nodded, and then started going back to his room when he felt Denki tug on his shirt.

“Can you stay for a bit? You don’t have to… but it’s just…”

“I get it.” Sero sat down next to him.

Denki squeezed a blanket gently, before pulling out his phone and scrolling.

“Do you… Wanna talk about it?” Sero asked.

“Wanna talk about what?”

“Why you were crying.”

“Y-yeah...” He nodded. “My best friend was admitted into the hospital today. He has cancer, and it’s getting worse. I just don’t know what to do.” Denki hugged the blanket Sero had handed to him.

This poor guy. I don’t know what I would do if Mina got cancer.

“There’s not much you can do, bud, just give your friend the support they deserve.” He patted Denki’s back.

“Thanks man.” Denki smiled.

“Again, just ask for Hanta Sero at the counter. I have classes in the morning, do you have anywhere you have to be?”

“No, they gave me some time off as soon as they found out. I have no idea where I can go, I had to sell the apartment for money to pitch in for my friend’s treatment.” Denki started crying again.

Damn it. I’m going to regret this.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok, you can stay here as long as you get a job and pitch in, k?” Sero tried to soothe him.

Fuck, I don’t even know this guy.

“Why’re you being so nice to me?” He asked through tears.

I don’t know.

“Because that sounds tough. Why wouldn’t I help you?” Sero shrugged.

“You don’t pity me, do you?”

“If I’m going to be honest, yes, I can’t imagine what that’s like. But don’t worry about it, I was lonely anyways.” Sero said.

Sero looked at the clock. It was already nine.

“Ready to go to sleep?” He asked.

Denki nodded and laid down. Sero went to his room and collapsed into bed.

What a day… I can’t believe my customer is my roommate. Sero sighed, closing his eyes.

…

Sero woke up to a burning smell. He jumped up, and rushed out of his room and into the living room, turning towards the kitchenette. He stared face-to-face with his new roommate… burning the egg he was cooking.

“Sorry! I just wanted to make it up to you…” Denki said nervously.

“What you can do to make it up to me is help pay the fucking rent. Please don’t burn my food.” Sero said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Ok, I’m sorry.” Denki threw the egg out and began washing the pan.

Meanwhile, Sero poured himself cereal. It wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t the worst either. He preferred coffee.

“So, where are you going to get a job?” Sero asked in between bites.

“I’m planning on applying to the corner store nearby.” Denki answered.

“You do that, after you wash the dishes. After work, I can drive you to your friend’s.” Sero said, putting his now empty bowl into the sink.

Sero walked over to the door when he felt Denki hug him from behind.

“Thank you! I’ll do my best.”

He turned around to see Denki smiling brightly, he looked just like the sun.

Cute..! Wait, no, that’s gay. Sero scolded himself.

“Of course.” He grinned warmly in return.

As he closed the door behind him, he felt his face get red.

Stop it! He’s not cute! Sero tried to stop thinking about his smile, and was eventually able to.

Sighing, he got into his car and blasted heat into the vehicle. The warmth was nice. With that, he began driving to his classes.

…

It was snowing lightly outside. Sero had the window seat for this class, so staring out onto campus felt peaceful. His professor was rambling on a story that had happened a hundred years ago, and a few of the students were scribbling notes while others were reading along. Every now and then, the echo of page turning would come. Sometimes, footsteps would come from the hallway.

Then the bell rang.

I hope Denki is doing ok.

Sero picked up his many books and went into the wide halls. He could hear chattering and laughter, and he could feel others bumping into him. Once he had cleared the crowd, he pulled out his phone.

Denki

I got the job :)

Great job!

I’ll be right over after work.

Sero felt relieved as he put his phone back into his pocket. He went back down to his car, and went to the usual Cafe. He may call it shitty, but it was like home to him. Nothing could change that. He walked into the Cafe confidently.

“Good afternoon, Mina!” He said, one hand in his hair.

“Sero! Your outfits in the back!”

Today, Mina had a white and orange bandanna to keep her cotton-candy hair out of her face. Her glasses were thin and wiry, and she wore the Cafe’s official outfit.

Sero got dressed and began making and serving drinks. And in the corner of his eye, he saw a certain blonde.

Hurrying on drinks, he went to serve Denki what he had ordered.

“Why the fuck are you here?” Sero whispered loudly.

“I felt like a latte.” Denki shrugged.

“What about-“

“My first shift starts tomorrow and I had like two bucks left. The coffee here is cheap man.”

Sero gave up and handed him the coffee. Sero went back over to the counter.

“Sero, is that your boyyfriennnnnd~?” Mina asked, putting her hands on her cheeks and swayed in a mocking way.

“No, no it’s not. He’s my roommate.” He groaned.

But he is kinda cute… Wait, stop that!

“Then… Why are you blushing?” Mina smiled and raised her eyebrows.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Sero pushed her lightly, slightly embarrassed.

Then Denki started waving. “Sero, why don’t you come drink with me.”

Mina eyes Sero up and down. “Uh-huh.”

Sero sighed, but made himself some coffee and went to sit down with Denki. The blonde seemed super excited and was talking about his super dramatic time in Highschool, and in most of the stories he told he was the one being stupid and dramatic, but that was ok. The stories entertained Sero. He often found Denki laughing at the most stupid of things, and Sero couldn’t help think that was adorable.

And too soon, the Cafe has to close. They walked out together and got in the same car, which only made Mina pester him over text.

He sighed, before getting in the car with Denki and looking at his watch.

“You ready to see your friend?” Sero smiled.

…

Sero tightened his grip on the wheel, and he kept glancing over at Denki and back at the road. Denki had a certain aura of nervousness to him, with his hands twitching and fingers fidgeting with the laces on his soft pikachu hoodie.

“You ok?” Sero asked.

“Yeah.” He replied, but his voice was distant.

Sero reassuringly put his left hand over Denki’s wrist. He flinched at the touch, but seemed grateful.

It was then Sero made a turn into the hospital driveway, before turning the car off and pausing. He let out a sigh.

“We’re here.”

Denki nodded slowly.

The two walked down the quiet halls. It was late evening, so there weren’t many visitors. The scent of sickness and cleaning products was thick in the air. Sero looked over to Denki, who still seemed a little off. He wanted to reassure him, and let him know everything was going to be alright, but he wasn’t sure how. He clenched his fists, slightly frustrated.

Denki came to an abrupt stop in front of a room. He looked over to Sero and nodded. Sero’s brows furrowed before he nodded back. The door creamed as it opened, and the loud heart monitor became apparent in the background as they entered the room.

In the room, a bald boy with red eyes laid in a bed, along with a platinum blonde leaning back in a chair beside him, his head bent over and his mouth gaping open.

“Hey, Kiri.” Denki smiled.

“Denki! Hey, bro, it’s been a minute.”

Denki nodded.

“Who’s the guy standing behind you?”

“Oh!” Denki has seemed to have forgotten about Sero, but Sero thought his reaction was cute nonetheless. “This is Sero, my new roommate.”

Denki looked over at the platinum blonde before seeming to realize something.

“Can we talk to Bakugo?”

‘Kiri’ shook his head. “He’s been worrying about me all day, let him rest.” His eyes became sad. “I really wish I could be strong enough for you two.”

“Don’t say that.” Denki whispered. “You're strong enough already. You always have been.” He looked at him straight in the eyes.

His expression softened. “Thank you.”

Denki looked away for a few moments. Then said, “How did the surgery go?”

“It went great! I’ll be out of here soon, I promise.” The teen said while smiling brightly.

Denki nodded, and then left the room. Sero looked a little shocked, then followed.

“How’re you holding up?”

“I don’t know. I’m happy. But I’m also scared. I… I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.”

Sero put his arms out. “Would a hug help?”

Denki looked up at him and nodded. Sero pulled him close to his chest as Denki let out a shaky breath.

“These words may not seem like much, but it’s going to be okay. Maybe not right now, maybe not tomorrow, but within the near future.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just do. Have some confidence in me, alright?” Sero shrugged, and then let his arms fall, but Denki grabbed them.

“No, this is nice. Can we… Stay like this? For a few minutes?”

“Of course.”

“And Sero?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

…

The next morning was a lot more calm. And even though Sero had never seen Denki mentally stable, he was acting what Sero would think as his normal. He seemed a little all over the place, making random jokes, being clumsy, and doing lots of finger guns.

Wow, he really is cute no matter what he does… Sero smiled warmly.

“Do you have work today?” Sero asked.

“Nope!” Denki said.

“Yeah, Saturday’s my day off too. Wanna go out to eat?”

“Alright!” Denki exclaimed loudly, his hands forming fists as he looked at Sero excitedly. “Can we get ice cream?!”

“You're going to ruin your teeth.” Sero sighed.

“Please?! Please, please, please, please?”

“Okay, okay. Ice cream.”

“Thank you!” Denki rushed forward to hug him, before rushing out the door and towards the lot where Sero kept his car.

Sero sprinted after him, and he couldn’t help but grin to himself. Denki was like a puppy. An adorable, excitable puppy.

“Brrrrr,” Denki murmured while shivering as Sero arrived.

“Forget your jacket?”

Denki nodded.

Sero unzipped his own and handed it to him.

“You're the best.” Denki rubbed his shoulders in relief.

“Anytime.”

Denki hummed while looking out the window, seemingly daydreaming, while Sero tried to figure out which ice cream place was the best one to go to. Since the one he picked ended up being just around the corner, they got there pretty quickly. Sero grabbed his wallet and got out of the car, and looked over at the small shop.

It was very colorful, with bright signs to attract customers and some plain tables outside. Sero saw Denk lick his lips before speed walking inside, Sero following close behind him while smiling to himself.

He’s so easy to please. I wonder how else I could brighten his day..? Sero thought, and then shook his head. Stop that! Even if I was gay, which I’m not, Denki is probably straight. I’m just going to end up hurting myself.

“Sero?” Denki asked.

‘What?”

“Oh, nothing, you just stopped right at the door and started looking at your feet. It was weird, that’s all.” Denk shrugged.

“Sorry, I dazed off.” Sero said while walking in.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Since there was a pretty long Lin they had to wait patiently at the back. The silence was a little awkward, so Sero tried to think of conversation starters.

It’s easy. This is easy. You’ve had conversations with him before, it’s not any different. Just ask him what you’ve been wanting to ask him! Sero’s mind buzzed.

“Are you gay?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

Fuck! That’s not how you start conversations! He scolded himself as he felt his face get increasingly red by the second.

“I mean, kind of?”

“Wait, what?” Sero turned quickly, almost shocked by his response.

“I don’t really care about gender, I just want my partner to be hot.” Denki grinned while nodding off into the distance.

Sero sighed with relief, but then he turned into a tomato. It was possible. If he wanted to, and if Denki wanted to, they could be together. He covered his face quickly, not fond of the idea of Denki seeing him like this.

“Next!”

Finally, a way out of this situation.

“I’ll take vanilla please.”

…

They sat in a booth right next to each other. Sero let his mind wander as he ate his ice cream. And to his surprise, the first thing that came to mind was Denki’s sick friend.

“He was worrying about me all day.” That’s what his friend had said, and then after that he said he would be getting out of the hospital soon. But why would someone be worrying about a teen that was just about to get out? Well, he could be a worrywart. What was his name? Bakugo?

“Is Bakugo a worrywart?” He asked

“Not at all! He never really actually worries unless he knows it’s serious, and when he does worry he never really shows it. It’s stupid, really. We’re his friends! He should trust us with his emotions.” Denki said, looking rather annoyed.

Well, looking back, the equipment in Denki’s friend’s room wasn’t light. He had a heart monitor, an IV, something to help him breathe, and a few other machines Sero wasn’t able to identify. That wasn’t something someone who was “about to get out of the hospital” would have. Then it clicked.

Denki’s friend had been lying.

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wisteria-cherry · 6 months

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forty days and forty nights (day thirty-six!)

(warning: slight spoilers from chapters 403 and following chapters! (bakugo can now sweat nitroglycerin from his entire body))

shaken as you were, you were determined not to get katsuki involved. you were certain that it would sort itself out, and, if all else fails, the police are perfectly good at catching criminals. heroes are just… a bonus.

katsuki had to patrol after he left the shop; he had a meeting, so he had kirishima cover the couple hours he’d needed for it. katsuki would continue the patrol after his coffee. so, you didn’t ask him to walk you home that day.

big mistake.

your shift was a blur. katsuki had come in, and made an off handed comment about how you look distracted, but you’d quickly shut it down and resumed your regular small talk. katsuki had left, you had closed, and you were now walking home on a crisp thursday afternoon. you were horrified, but not surprised, to find that the man was following you, albeit from a distance.

you abruptly turn around, fed up with him.

“why are you following me?” you demand. the man looks slightly taken aback, before glancing around nervously.

“‘m not following you.” the man snapped. you furrow your brow, hesitating for only a second before bolting.

you could feel your body screaming. you were running as fast as you could, but you could feel him. you could hear the pounding of the pavement behind you, hear the crunch of the leaves under his shoes. you felt sweat drip down your face and the muscles in your legs burn, despite the cool, november air. you gulped in dry breaths that were so deep they made your lungs hurt.

go go go go don’t stop you have to get—

you felt a wave of dread crash over your body. you couldn’t go to your apartment. you can’t go home or he’ll know where you live— assuming he doesn’t already. assuming your hallucination from that night were real.

where the hell do i go?

you frantically look around as you try to find somewhere to go instead. suddenly, your eyes lock in on a townhouse on the corner of two streets. you recognized it— the owners painted it with flowers, and had a pretty garden.

it was also on katsuki’s patrol route.

you glance at the road. there were cars— not too many— but then were stopped—red light. you skid to the left, running across the crosswalk as the orange numbers ticked down the seconds.

you felt like the breath was being stolen from you as you run, stumbling slightly, down the street by the flower house.

you look back, only to see the man gaining on you. he had a knife— ten of them. his nails. his nails could become knives. oh my god. oh my god. you pull out your phone as you run, your fingers flying as they frantically type in your password. wrong one. you type it again, and choke back a whimper as it unlocks and your thumb slams on the call button as you look back up, trees planted next to the sidewalk flying past.

nononononono

you scroll as fast as you can down your contacts, trying to locate katsuki’s name, and then you do and then you press call and then—

your foot hits something.

one glance tells you it was a tree root that sent you to the ground, skidding slightly, feeling the scratchy cement sidewalk claw at your skin. you barely register the yelp your voice produces, instead focused on the phone that slid out of your grip as it rang.

calling…

you try to scream, but your dry throat didn’t produce a sound.

calling…

“stop-“ you finally manage to croak out as the man slowed to a menacing prowl, his fist gripping the knife. “please—“

calling…

“dunno why y’gotta be so damn loud.” the man snarled. “fuckin’ annoyin’, f’ya ask me.”

00:00

“i’m on patrol, make it quick, dumbass.”

your attention whips to the phone, and you scramble away from the man, closer to the phone.

“flower house—“ you gasp out, “flower- flower house— no!” your voice elevates into a shriek as the man suddenly stomps on your phone, shattering the screen to pieces.

“the fuck’s that, huh?” he grins, revealing a set of yellowed teeth. “better not be tellin’ on me.”

you know you’re hyperventilating. you can tell. but you can’t figure out what to do. what do you do? he’s armed, you’re not. you try to even your breathing, try to stop thinking about what your loved ones will do once you’re dead.

“please—“ breathe in, breathe out. “please don’t do this. i don’t— i don’t understand why you’re doing this.”

“i don’t hafta answer you.” the man snapped. “you better shut yer pretty mouth up, huh? shut it up before i shut it for ya.”

“don’t have to answer? you’ve been stalking me and now you’re threatening me— and i don’t even get to know why?” you hiss, anger slowly starting to bubble up. you continue to breathe, trying to stay level-headed. an outburst would surely get you hurt.

“hell naw. listen here, you little-“ the man stops, and so do you. you tilt your head, listening close. an undeniable crackle, not unlike the sound of sparklers. the man turns around.

katsuki.

he’s walking slowly, menacingly, towards the man. the man stiffens— he knows who dynamight is.

“absolutely not.” katsuki stalks towards you and the man. you’d never found his massive figure to be intimidating— not til now. “absolutely the fuck not.”

“there’s nothing happening.” the man said stiffly as katsuki stepped closer. the man turned to face you and reached your wrist. “my daughter, she just fell s’all— c’mon, young’in, up ye go-“ katsuki’s massive hand ripped the man’s hand away from your wrist. how did he get there so fast?

“i said, absolutely the fuck not.” katsuki rumbled, before clocking the man in the face, knocking him out, just like that. the man crumpled, and katsuki clicked on quirk suppressors for good measure. katsuki’s expression changed, softened, undid the contorted snarl and furrowed eyebrows. pretty red eyed stared down at you before crouching down to your level.

“oi. you call the police yet?” katsuki asked in that gravelly voice of his. you shake your head, before pointing quietly to your crushed phone.

“tch. that explains it.” katsuki scowled. standing up, he pulled out his phone, dialing what was without a doubt the police. “just gimme one second, sweetheart, ‘m gonna call the police for ya.” you nod, curling your scraped knees to your chest.

“it’s dynamight.”

a pause.

“yeah. no, a civilian almost got attacked by some fuckwad—“

another pause.

“no, i’m not gonna refer to him as a civilian too, he’s a goddamn asshole.”

“goddammit, will you shut the hell up and send some damn police? someone’s gotta take this fuck away, i can’t do it right now, i got shit to do.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever. fuck you. you got my location or what?”

“…yeah, okay.”

“yeah, she’s fine, just some scrapes from fallin’.”

“yeah.”

“yeah, okay.”

katsuki hung up, then turned back to you, crouching down on the pavement.

“can ya stand up?” he asked. he frowned, studying your expression. “…you’re crying.”

“oh.” you bring your hand to your face, feeling the tear trails on your cheek. you look around. “i can stand up.” but once you tried, you found that your legs were numb. totally numb. you stumbled, and you fell to the ground again, only for katsuki to catch you.

“hey, easy.” he warned, his hands holding your waist securely. katsuki eased you down to sit so close to him that you may as well be in his lap. once you were stable, he slipped his gloves off, wiping them on his baggy pants, probably to wipe the sweat off. his hands held your face, and his eyes studied yours. you were too exhausted to react. he must have found something in your face (which you later learned were your then-dilated pupils) because he said, “you’re in shock, dumbass, don’t move yet.”

“ok.” you agree. you glance at the unconscious man. his nose was gushing blood. you shudder and quickly turn your attention back to katsuki.

“can ya breathe f’me?” katsuki’s question seemed to make you realize how incredibly fast your breathing actually was. “c’mon, deep breaths.”

you nod. your eyes were unfocused, looking in the general direction of katsuki’s chest, and your ears just barely registered his voice. regardless, you matched his breaths as he breathed in, out, in, out.

you and katsuki continued to breathe together as bright red-and-blue lights lit up the road. this time, though, katsuki had picked you up, holding you like a baby so that you could bury your face in the crook of his neck if you so chose, one massive hand placing itself on your back to make sure you kept breathing as he talked to the cops. the cops took the man and left, leaving you and katsuki once more.

“you gonna tell me what happened?” he asked finally as your breathing stabilized and the tears slowed down. he was walking back towards the direction of the coffee shop— or maybe his agency. probably the latter.

“yeah.” you agreed, your voice scratchy. you pause for a moment, trying to find a way to keep it short. the last thing you wanted was to relive the events of thirty minutes ago. “he’d been stalking me for days. then i confronted him then ran. he chased me. that’s it.”

“stalking? why didn’t you tell me?” katsuki frowned. “that asshole’s being arrested for attempted assault. stalking’s a whole other charge to be added.” you shrug. truth be told, you just wanted to go to sleep and be done with it. katsuki sighed.

“well, whatever.” he grumbled. “listen… you probably don’t wanna be alone tonight, do you? lotta people don’t after this kind of thing.” you shook your head. he was spot-on.

“you want me to call up pinky? she’ll let you crash if you—“

“you.” you interrupt. katsuki stopped, his hand putting just a little more pressure on your back as he stiffened.

“…you wanna crash at my place.” he confirmed. you nod.

“if i can.” you add. katsuki stayed quiet for a moment before exhaling.

“yeah, whatever. dumbass.” katsuki huffed, boots scraping against the pavement. “you need to get anything from your place?”

“no.” you lied. you did technically need a change of clothes, pajamas, and hygiene products, but at this point, you didn’t care. you didn’t want to go back there right now. katsuki gave you a skeptical look, but didn’t protest.

“i’m gonna blast us back, got it? it’s gonna be loud, so cover your damn ears.” katsuki looked up towards the star-speckled sky, shifting you to one muscly arm. “ready?”

“…you’re crying.”

“oh.”

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mandakatt · 2 years

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BNHA/MHA Fic - Oboro Shirakumo/Togata Mirio - Sunshine on a Cloudy Day

A/N: Something that I wrote for the BNHA Rare Pair Bang!

Characters: Oboro Shirakumo/Togata Mirio Warnings: None Rating: T Genre: Fluff Word Count: 3301 Summary: Oboro had been a Professor at the U.A. Campus for a few years now. And one day, when he had a bit of downtime between lectures, he decided that he was going to go check out the local Coffee shop that everyone of his students, and most of the faculty had been raving about that was near by.

What he hadn't planned on that afternoon was falling head over heals for the walking personification of Sunshine behind the counter that kept him coming back.

One afternoon, he got caught in the rain on the way there, and found that 'Sunshine' was willing to warm him up with not only a Latte, but a smile...

…and a Date. Link to fic on AO3!

“What the—Really?”

As the thunder rolled above his head, Oboro couldn’t help but laugh as it started to rain. He tilted his head back and let his eyes close while the rain softly fell against his face, savoring how cool it felt, until he couldn’t help but huff as it suddenly turned into an absolute downpour.

“Wow, who would have thought that the clouds would dislike me so much today?!”

With a bit of laughter in his voice, he made no move to hurry to his destination. It wasn’t as if he had to rush back for a lecture this afternoon, all that was waiting for him back at his classroom’s office was more paperwork.

Besides, there was something he was going to get to see that was going to brighten his day anyway.

“Oh! Hey there, Mr. Shirakumo! What brings you—Oh!”

“Hey, Sunshine,” Oboro greeted the young man behind the counter as he gently shook his arms only to then laugh as he wrung the water from his suit coat sleeves

“How are you doing today?”

“I’m alright,” Mirio told him with a smile as he passed him a towel. “Here. Heh, I think you might need this.” “Ah,” Oborio blinked at the towel a moment before snorting softly. “Thank you. Rather rude of me to leak all over your floors, now isn’t it?”

“Well I don’t know about rude,” Mirio said with a laugh, “But, I’d really not like to have to mop you up off the floor.”

With those arms I bet you could easily—hey! Brain! Back in the game! Stop it!

“Yeah, I’d rather have you not do that either. Thanks for the towel, Sunshine.”

“Sure. You want your usual, but served hot this time?”

“Ooh? Hot you say. Yes please, and thank you!”

He’d started coming to this coffee shop when he had downtime between lectures at the U.A. campus. He kept telling himself, repeatedly, that he kept coming back here for the way they made his iced lattes, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the barista.

“Alright then, One London Fog, comin’ right up!”

Oboro moved away from the counter a little, firstly so he could finish drying his clothes a bit, and secondly so he wasn’t looking like a lovesick puppy over the personification of sunshine working behind the counter. He was positive that both Hizashi and Shouta would give him such hell if they were to find out he was crushing on this kid.

I can hear them both now. Hizashi would say something like ‘Really? You’re into younger men!?’ and Shouta all like ‘Idiot. You know better.’

That internal conversation got him to huff out a quiet laugh before he felt that smile fall from his features. With a sigh he looked back over at the counter, and yeah, Mirio was so much younger than he was. He really shouldn’t be thinking this way about someone that was young enough to be his student.

But on the other hand, Mirio wasn’t his student.

He was absolutely positive that if he had been coming to his lectures, he would have noticed him by now.

So there was absolutely nothing wrong with a little crush.

Right?

“Here you go Mr. Shirakumo, one London Fog to warm you right up!”

“Aw, thanks again, Sunshine. Oh, and thanks for the towel too. You uh, got a place I can hang this up?”

“Here, I’ll take it in the back, don’t worry about it,” and he held out his hand for the towel, which Oboro gently placed into his hand and found himself having to bite back a groan at how his own hand was dwarfed by the size of Mirio’s.

“Jeeze, what are they feeding you kids now-a-days?”

Mirio laughed softly. “Oh you know, just the usual. Burgers and fries. That kinda thing.”

“I’m definitely eating at the wrong burger joint then.” Oboro chuckled as he gently picked up the warm, paper cup and let off a sigh, as he’d not realized just how chilled he’d gotten from the rain.

“You wanna tell me where this burger place is exactly?”

“Why? Would you want to take me there as a date?”

Oboro almost spit the liquid out of his mouth and dropped his cup as he lifted his eyes to look at Mirio. He blinked at him once, twice, then couldn’t stop the teasing almost roguish smirk he could feel pull his lips upwards.

“Maybe, but only if you tell me where it is first.”

Mirio let off another soft, goodhearted chuckle. “It’s actually close to campus. Not too far from here.”

Campus? Shit.

“Ah, So…you go to U.A. then?”

“Yeah! Managed to get into U.A. with an athletic scholarship.”

“I mean, with how you’re built I’m not surprised.” and Oboro took a sip of his tea, sighing at how it warmed him from the inside out. “So, are you going for something related to like…football then?”

“Nah, gymnastics actually.”

And Oboro had to take another long sip of his drink to stop his brain from thinking out loud about just how flexible Mirio might be.

“That’s kinda rare isn’t it?” and Oboro took another sip of his drink. “The gymnastics thing I mean. You seem more like you’re built to dish out and take damage.”

“Yeah, I suppose it is,” Mirio seemed to sort of ponder that statement a moment, and honestly, Oboro didn’t like the way his expression fell for a moment, before lighting up with a bright smile.

“But then again, I guess I’m just really lucky. Everyone’s been super supportive, so I can’t let my friends and family down.”

“Well, you’ve got one more person cheering you on then,” and Oboro gave him a smile from behind his cup as he took another sip. “I mean, it’s not every day you meet a star gymnast.”

“Oh please, I’m far from the star that you think I am.”

Pfff. You’re like the fucking sun kid. You brighten my day, and I’m sure everyone else that walks in the door.

“I dunno, I’m sure I might be able to convince you that you’re a star, you know, if you give me the chance to do so.”

“Over burgers?”

Oboro laughed softly. “Yah, sure thing, Sunshine. My treat.”

“Hmmn, I’m off in an hour…”

“Ha! And I thought I moved fast,” and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the way a light pink blush danced across Mirio’s cheeks.

“I mean—well, I’m sure you’re busy and all, and well…I just thought...well, I thought that maybe…”

“I’ve got nothing planned for the rest of the afternoon,” Oboro told him with a grin as he took that last sip of his tea then tossed the empty cup into the bin.

“If you want me to take you on a date that badly, let me go home and change. No point in me being wet like this for our date now is there?” and with a smirk he turned on his heel to head out the door.

“I’ll meet you back here in an hour, Sunshine. Unless you wanna go to your dorm and change?”

“Oh… OH!” and Mirio lit up the room with his bright smile. “Sure! Yeah, okay! And I usually bring a bag of clothes to change into when I get off work. So, uh...I’ll uh—I’ll see you here then!”

“Sure thing, Sunshine, back in a bit!”

Oboro gave him a bit of a wave as he left the coffee shop and headed back toward his apartment. He had to convince himself three times on the way there to not just break out into a full on run to hurry back to his apartment and change.

Honestly, he found himself sort of skipping along once or twice, and had to mentally scold himself to calm the hell down.

Even though he was positive he couldn’t help it because he was giddy with excitement. Mirio had been on his mind since he met him at that coffee shop months ago. Though he felt a small rock form in his gut the moment his apartment door closed behind him with a loud, resounding click.

What if he was getting excited over nothing?

Sure. They were going on a date.

Holy shit, I’m taking Sunshine on a date!

But it could just be that Mirio was being nice to him.

He probably saw me staring at him like a love sick puppy and probably felt bad. Man, I wonder if I’ve ever creeped him out? Oh god…I…I hope not.

Taking a deep breath to try to quiet the pounding of his heart in his ears he huffed at himself and went to get changed, and this time when he walked back toward the coffee shop, he remembered to take an umbrella with him.

Even if the rain had let up quite a bit, he wasn’t about to take any chances.

Not with the way his traitorous brain suddenly was telling him that he’d easily let Mirio take him out of his wet clothes to let them dry.

Will you quit it? Get your head out of the clouds and back onto your shoulders where it belongs!

He stopped just outside the coffee shop's window as he berated himself.

Listen here, numbnuts! You’re going on your first date! You wanted to get to know him better, so do that! Don’t treat this one like all the other ‘partners’ you’ve had in your life. Those that you simply slept with to scratch an itch!

This one…this guy feels different!

With a sigh he then glanced into the window, his eyes searching for Mirio.

If nothing lasts forever, I want him to be my nothing…hah, oh god, listen to me! I’m such a sap!

With a soft chuckle under his breath, he finally made his way into the coffee shop, and he was going to be the first to admit that it was an odd sort of feeling to see the place so dark, when it was usually so lively.

“H-hey I’m sorry, but we—Oh!”

Oboro blinked when the person that addressed him seemed surprised, only to give him a gentle smile. He’d seen this dark haired guy here a few times too.

“Hey...you’re…Tamaki right?”

“H-huh?! O-oh… yea-yeah, that’s me.”

“Nice to see you again, Kid!” and Oboro smiled at him brightly. “Sorry to sneak in when you’re closing up shop, but I’m here to meet Mirio.”

“O-Oh! S-So you’re his date?”

“I am, yes.”

Tamaki hummed softly then quietly, and almost timidly moved around the counter he’d been cleaning to come close. He looked him up and down, and Oboro got the distinct feeling that he was being scrutinized.

“...Where—where are you going?”

“Some burger joint that he’s told me is close by, but hasn’t mentioned the name of yet.”

“...And…and you’ll take him home?”

Oboro blinked a moment then smiled gently. “Yeah, I’ll take him home. Straight to his dorm if he stays on campus.”

Tamaki hummed softly then gently nodded his head. “Okay. He-uh—He has a lecture tomorrow at 8 am. He can’t be late…”

“I’ll make sure he gets home before midnight, then. I don’t want him to slack off in class either.”

Oboro could tell that Tamaki hadn’t expected him to say that, with how he just sort of came to a standstill and completely quit fidgeting. He then watched the young man nod once, and give him a little bit of a nervous smile.

“I…um—-O-Okay. A-And…can…can you do me a favor?”

“What’s that, Kid?”

“Can…Can you—” Tamaki then paused and looked back over his shoulder, as if he didn’t want Mirio to hear him, then leaned in just a bit closer to speak just above a whisper. “—T-Treat him like you care about him…? Not like you just…w-want him for well…that. Okay? Please…?”

Shit. Did my reputation proceed me, or am I suddenly realizing that I’m more attached to Sunshine than I thought… because I really don’t like the idea that someone has treated him badly.

He gave Tamaki his best, and most honest smile. “I swear it.”

With a gentle nod of his head Tamaki gave him a shy gentle smile, then quickly shuffled back to the counter as he timidly called for Mirio.

“Hey…H-Hey Mirio? Your—uh, date’s here.”

“Oh! Hey, thanks Tamaki! Tell him I just have to change then I’ll meet him in the lobby.”

“O..Okay.” and Tamaki looked at Oboro and smiled a little, knowing he’d heard him. “He’s gotta c-change, then he’ll meet you out here. O-Okay?”

“Thanks a lot, Kid, I appreciate you looking out for him, too.”

Tamaki flushed a little as he quickly nodded his head, before ducking it a bit. “...Y-Yeah, he’s my best friend. I’ll always look out for him…” and he moved to get back to his task of closing up the shop’s front counter.

Oboro watched him a moment before he glanced around and took in the way the coffee shop actually looked and how it was decorated. He’d never really paid attention to it really. He was always too distracted with the handsome face behind the counter, but there was something about it that felt kinda homey, and comfortable.

No wonder this place is popular. Good looking people behind the counter with friendly smiles, even if they are a walking ball of anxiety. He looked at Tamaki again and smiled. Who seem to be willing to look out for each other no matter what…

Man, if that doesn’t remind me of the idiot trio…

That thought got him to chuckle softly to himself.

“Hey! Sorry to keep you waiting!”

“I wasn’t waiting all that long, Sunshine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Ah! Okay!” and Mirio gently rubbed the back of his head. “So…uh…you’re cool with burgers?”

“Totally cool with burgers. Besides, it’s the company I’m more looking forward to anyhow,” Oboro gave him a charming smile then chuckled when Miro blushed right out to his ears. “Especially since this burger joint is apparently a place you like going to. Unless you’d rather not go for burgers and go somewhere else?”

“Oh no! I’m fine with burgers! Just…some think it’s kinda—”

“If you’re going to say something like ‘it's not very adult-like to go on a date for burgers’ sure it is! Only other place I was thinking about was a little hole-in-the-wall Chinese joint I know about that’s open late.”

“Ah! Heh, Okay then!” and Mirio smiled as he slung his duffle bag over one shoulder, then gently took Oboro’s hand in the other. “Shall we?”

“Yeah, let’s get going, Sunshine,” Oboro then turned to look over his shoulder. “Have a good rest of your night, Tamaki. Don’t work too hard, okay?”

“H-Huh? Oh y-yeah! S-sure! Have a…a good time!”

Mirio blinked at Oboro a moment, but smiled gently as he led him out of the shop. He was quiet for about a minute before he turned his head to look at him. “You…don’t mind Tamaki, do you?”

“Hm? Mind him?” and Oboro’s brows pinched together. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” and Mirio kinda rubbed the back of his head again with his free hand. “He’s my best friend, and I know he’s kinda protective over me, heh, I’m sure he asked you questions while I was changing, but…he’s anxious, about a lot of things. Sometimes his anxiety rubs people the wrong way.”

“Excuse me?” Oboro gently pulled him to a stop. “In what way does it—wait no, nevermind don’t answer that, cause I think I know.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, if I had to take a guess they’d either tried to intimidate him, which made his anxiety worse, or they ignored him if he talked to them cause you were the thing they were after,” Oboro huffed softly as he made a bit of a face.

He wasn’t willing to admit out loud that, when he’d been a bit younger, he’d probably treated people that way before too.

“Friends like him are few and far between,” and a gentle smile softened his features. “Anyone that’s willing to push past their anxiety to make sure that you are alright is a rare sight and should be held onto as long as they’ll let you.”

Mirio blinked at him once then smiled brightly. “You know, I knew I liked you for a good reason.”

“Oh you like me do you?” he teased as he gently squeezed Mirio’s hand when he took a step forward, knowing the other man would follow. “Here’s hoping that feeling sticks with you after our date.”

“I’m positive that I will…and I’ll probably like you more than I do now.”

Oboro chuckled softly and turned his head to look at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, if…you don’t mind that I do.”

“Mind? Sunshine I’ve had the worst crush on you since I’ve met you. I’m excited to the stratosphere and back that you would even look in my direction more than once! I mean, you may need to pinch me, to make sure I’m not dreaming or anything.”

He could feel Mirio stare at him as they walked and he wondered if he’d said something wrong when he was suddenly pulled to a stop, hard enough that he staggered backwards into him. He made a soft noise of surprise and opened his mouth to apologize when suddenly Mirio’s lips were pressed gently against his.

It was a brief kiss, just a gentle sort of thing and Oboro blushed when he realized he’d chased after him when it broke.

“Uh…”

“It’s not a pinch, but you're not dreaming either.”

Oboro blinked at him a moment then felt his face split with a smile. “Uh huh. Okay then, so…can you do me the biggest favor in the world, Sunshine?”

“What’s that?”

“Kiss me again. And kiss me like you mean it, you know, so that I can confirm for damned sure I’m not dreaming.”

“Heh, okay, I can do that…”

This time when Mirio kissed him, Oboro had to do his best to not immediately swoon on the spot as he found himself gently clinging to Mirio’s shirt front to prevent himself from just taking that kiss a little bit further.

“...damn Sunshine,” Oboro panted a little when the kiss broke. “If you kiss me like that all the time I may never get my head out of the clouds.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“Jeez…” he laughed a little when Mirio continued to gently press soft kisses all over his face. “You’re going to spoil me.”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe he says,” he chuckled again and gave his hand a squeeze. “So, are you ready for those burgers?”

“Yeah, it’s…kinda noisy in there, but we can talk at least. And…”

“And?”

“...and maybe make out?”

Oboro blinked at him a moment before he gave him a cheeky grin. “Are you planning on making my lips all swollen with your kisses on the first date?”

“Yeah. If…that’s okay?”

“More than okay, but…” and he took a breath as his grin bled into a gentle smile. “Just kisses, I gotta get you home at a decent time so you can make your lecture in the morning.”

“Ah! I forgot—wait, how did you know?”

“Tamaki.”

“Ah, right.” Mirio chuckled then and took a deep, calming breath. “Can I at least kiss you goodnight then?”

“Sunshine,” Oboro grinned at him as he gently reached for the door to the restaurant and led him inside.

“I will let you kiss me goodnight, and good morning when I see you at the coffee shop the next day.”

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