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Izuku is feeling himself today! Oh well, he feels confident everyday just this day he is even more in a good mood.
Getting ready for night outs is always like that, but this time he had outdone himself!
Wearing a cute pastel blue oversized graphic tee that had cute bunnies on it, with the same coloured shorts that stopped above the thighs. Wearing long stockings in the colour white that stopped a bit below the shorts, and cute boots with blue leg warmers. He has a garter on his right leg with light yellow lace that coordinated with his bracelets, rings and necklaces. His makeup was simple: winged eyeliner, light white eye shadow, gloss on his lips, blush on his nose, with face glitter sprayed slightly on his face.
In small words, he was glowing. And he really wanted to dance! He waited until his friends got ready while he took some pictures.
“Ah! You look so pretty, you idiot!” His best friend Ochako screamed as she walked out of her room wearing a shimmery, silky pink halter neck dress that stopped at he thighs, with pink sandals and beautiful makeup.
“Aw! But look at you, you look even prettier!” He chirped happily. He knew the reason she dressed up so pretty. She was having her fairytale! Having met Himiko, or as Ochako calls her, Toga, in an alleyway. It was a meet-cute that was quite embarrassing for Ochako as she recalled being extremely tipsy, not being able to walk, and remembered puking. A lot. And later she woke up in the alpha's apartment, having been taken care of, in a very sweet and caring way. Himiko didn’t touch her in a bad way at all; instead, she changed her clothes and cleaned her up without making her feel bad, and then made pancakes for breakfast too, while giving her a forehead kiss!
Izuku dreams of that type of love, too, being pampered and pampering the said person.
The rest of his friends arrived in Shoto’s car, looking decked out!
“Let’s go!” Camie squealed.
Izuku exited the car, feeling the cold air around him as they walked towards the massive club.
He was beyond excited!
The loud music, the colourful light and the other people dancing their hearts out made him feel so giddy as he also danced.
Swaying his hips to the music, letting his hands flay around as he twirled around with Tsuyu, feeling his feet tap the floor with the song’s beats.
They were playing one of his favourites! Dracula by Tate Impala with Jennie.
He sang the song's lyrics while swaying left to right, twirling, with a bright smile on his face, “My friends are saying, shut up, Jennie! Just get in the car!”
“But I just wanna be right where you are!”
His friends sang alone as he went to the counter to get a sweet drink. He ordered a fruity pink wine while he waited.
“Hey, cutie, don’t think I have seen you around here before. But guess you caught my eye, being different from the other.”
Bleh.
Barf.
Ew.
Izuku hated that. That was trash. He never wants to hear someone say that to him. “Being different from the others.”
Ew!
“Sorry, not interested!”
“Oh, come on, don’t be like that.” The creep came way too close for Izuku’s liking.
“Please go away, I am not interested.”
“Give the guy a chance, come on, you look all alone here anyway.” The creep even dared to put a hand on Izuku’s thigh.
“Not interested,” he swatted the hand away with frustration. Why can’t he just leave Izuku alone! But an idea popped in. He could just pretend to have a boyfriend, “And I am not alone, I am here with my boyfriend.”
“Oh, don’t bluff.” The creep snickered, spitting, “Where is he, huh? Your imaginary boyfriend?”
Izuku backed away a step, getting annoyed as he just pointed in a direction and said in an angry tone,” There, now leave me alone. I don’t want anything to do with you!”
He went up to the counter, standing on his tiptoes so he could get his drink that was still being prepared, quickly and go back to his friends.
“Liar! I am not going without proof. Go talk to that boyfriend of yours and have him confirm it!”
Well… uh oh?
“I don’t need to prove anything to you!” Izuku sighed angrily.
“Listen, bitch. I am simply asking you for a night; I am not going without one. And your ‘boyfriend’ doesn’t give a shit about you from what it looks, of course if he even is your boyfriend. Probably too handsome and out of your league, that one.” He spat out.
Maybe he should get his friends involved, but that seems risky. This guy could grab him later. Or grab one of his friends. He can’t let that happen. He doesn’t wanna endanger his friends.
“Fine, I will bring my boyfriend over here. Stay put.” By that time, Seoul City by Jennie was playing. He looked around in the direction he pointed at and immediately winced. That guy is out of his league. It wasn’t that Izuku was plain or ugly. Far from that. He was pretty, cute, and gorgeous, but in terms of status. The guy isn’t just practically enchanting and so beautiful, but he also looked to be surrounded by other fancy people, and that in Izuku’s book, makes him fancy too. And Izuku was well… Izuku.
He could see his friends dancing around, and he badly wanted to join them, but he could have if this jerk wasn’t being such a jerk.
Gathering his courage, he walked up to the blond sitting in the VIP section. Another wince. He could never afford VIP! His whole night and future will be ruined because of his embarrassment today. The blond seemed to be quite unimpressed by the meeting that he was in. Izuku’s pretty sure it’s a work meeting since the other person who is talking and talking is presenting some files, and even Izuku didn’t find his presentation any exciting. While approaching, Izuku could see omegas eyeing the blond with sultry eyes, and he didn’t blame them.
That guy looks ethereal.
Ash has blonde hair and glasses framing deep crimson eyes. His face rested on his palm in a bored gesture. He was wearing a black suit, white collared shirt, black dress pants with black boots, and a black blazer. A long black coat finishes the look. But it’s the complete effortlessness that is beautiful. He doesn’t have to wear anything extra to look this good. His spiky blonde hair looked fluffy rather than sharp. A scar on his cheek. Black studs in his ear, as Izuku could make out few tattoos on his hands and neck. He looked very cold. Like he didn’t want the other guy talking. Like he wanted to shoot a bullet through him.
And that is scary. How will he approach this guy? And not get killed? Izuku practised in his head how to start the conversation. None of them seemed sane enough, though.
Having arrived, he could hear Jennie singing from the speakers, “+82, some miracle. Only listen to my general.”
Wow, how fitting!
“U-uhm excuse me?” Izuku clasped his hands together, nervously starting.
Crimson eyes shifted to him.
”I am extremely sorry to disturb you, but I need your help. You can totally say no, though!” He waited for the blond to tell him to go and get lost.
“Sure,” Izuku made eye contact for the first time. Honestly, Izuku was shocked to hear that the man agreed even while being so busy, and now he is fascinated by the eyes that looked at him with a soft smirk, “What do you need help with, love?”
Ah. Love.
“Oh, uhm, I-,” How should he explain what he did, and in what way should he make it sound not so bad?
“I- uhm, do you see that guy behind me near the red counter?” Izuku doesn’t point, so the jerk back there cannot catch on.
“Mhm,” The guy hummed, deep in his throat..
“Ah, we, I-uh uh,” He fiddled with the hem of his sweater, “Imighthavetoldhimyouweremyboyfriendsincehewasn’tleavingmealone.”
The blond ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head while chuckling deeply, “And how should I help?” He looked up at Izuku with a slight grin.
” Well, he still isn’t leaving; he is calling it a bluff and wants me to prove it. So I thought maybe you could pretend to be my boyfriend just so he could b-back off?”
Izuku started again, “Of course you don’t have to since you seem busy-“
” Oi. Did you even hear me denying?”
” Oh, uhm, no but-“
” Kirishima, supervise, I’ll be back.” The blond stood up, straightening his coat before turning to Izuku with a smirk. And is it even a good time for Izuku to notice how much the blond is taller than him? No, it’s definitely not a good time.
The blond suddenly gripped his waist, pulling him on his side, letting his hands wander and rub circles on Izuku’s oversized tee.
” C’mon, freckles, lead me to that fucker.”
Izuku coughed at the hand placement, blushing but still nodded quickly, walking back with the blond to that jerk. His heart was beating fast, not knowing what way this would go. The jerk turned to them, immediately scowling.
"Hey man, this slut convinced you, right? Look, I know you probably ain't his boyfriend. No need to include yourself in this matter. Okay? Just leave that guy to me."
Izuku gulped, feeling uneasy. He hates situations like these, when someone won't take a no for an answer, no matter how much you try. He wanted to just run into Ochako's arms, scared, but she is an omega too. And a pretty one at that. No way will he allow anyone catcall her too and his whole group consists of omegas only anyway. Maybe he should ask Shouto's brother to come along as protection sometimes. It's not like they are weak, but disgusting catcalling ruins someones night.
Suddenly he felt being cradled into a tight hug, a hand rubbing affectionately on his back, making circles with their thumb and he could hear a sweet calming pinewood caramel smell becoming more prominent. Now, Izuku is officially obsessed with this scent. He feels a wrist scenting his neck and he quickly gets scent drunk practically falling limp in the person’s embrace. He feel so safe, more safe than ever and look at his luck, he found safety in a damn stranger’s embrace, a scary stranger (pretty too). "You motherfucker, look at what you did? You got my love, overthinking and scared because no matter how many times he said no to a dickhead like you, you kept on being a lusty, cheap bastard. The slut here is you and you alone. Not my fucking love, got that?" Katsuki stated, his eyes turning cold as he snapped his fingers, two men in black suits rushing over.
"Make sure this asshole is never able to enter this town ever again." He ordered ruffling Izuku’s hair fondly, as the two men dragged a screaming alpha out of the club, drawing a bit of commotion.
He heard the fast tapping of heels as he saw Ochako rushing towards him, panic on her face.
"Izuku? Is something wrong? What happened-" Ochako trailed off as her gaze shifted to the blond on his side, looking back and forth and then at the end, she fixed a questioning gaze on Izuku.
"Ah. It's all okay now, just this guy was hitting on me and wasn't leaving me alone, and uh," He pulled himself away from the embrace and he could swore he saw a hint of disappointment on the blond’s face. He looked at the blond who was looking back at him now with a tilted face, a soft smirk resting on his already so beautiful face. "And he helped me by-uhm- Ochako, I will tell you about it later, don't worry! Everything is fine now, nothing to worry about. Let's go enjoy now, okay? The others are probably worried too." Izuku gave a look at Ochako that told her all she needed to know. She has a sceptical look on her face, but still nods, turning back and walking to their group.
Izuku turned to the blond again, "Thank you so so much, you have no idea how grateful I am. And I am also extremely sorry for interrupting your meeting, I swear. If I had looked before I pointed in a random direction, then maybe you wouldn't have to go through the-"
"Okay, as much as you look fucking adorable rambling, love, I gotta stop you there. You did nothing wrong, okay?" The blond leaned down to meet Izuku's height, smirking, "Don't worry your pretty head over it, now go and dance with your nerd friends.” He had a strange sadistic glee in his eye that should have scared Izuku. Keyword: should.
“Uh- y-yeah- okay! Uhm thank you again.” Izuku quickly bowed his head as he turned back to the dance floor completely forgetting to get his drink, spotting his friends, he rushed over to them.
His boots clattering as he reached. Ochako pinned him with a deadpan or maybe it was a death-stare. It sure looked like one. Camie was sitting in the chair beside her, eyes sparkling in excitement. And of course, Izuku sighed- Camie is definitely gonna try playing matchmaker. Tsuyu just sat in a corner waiting with shoto.
“Explain. Now.”
”Okay, don’t be mad. I swear nothing bad happened.”
”I will decide that.”
”Oh! Okay mood!” Izuku pouted dramatically.
“Izuku.”
”Fine! A random guy was hitting on me and I bluffed saying I had a boyfriend, he kept asking me to prove it and I pointed in a random direction, and then he wanted even more proof so I went to that guy and trust me I had no expectations, that man looked busy and I admit he looks quite menacing but it would have been a great practice for rejection therapy and in the absolute worst case scenario, he would have shot me but that didn’t happen. He helped, got the jerk out the bar and yeah that’s all.” Izuku released a breath, saying it all in one go.
”Ugh! That sounds like the most perfect meet-cute. Izuku why didn’t you flirt?!” Ochako shrieked in excitement and wow mood swings.
”Ochako! I disturbed his meeting! I can’t keep him busy for that long.”
”Oh don’t give me that. You just have no idea how to flirt, you suck at it because you never tried!”
“I don’t know what type of man he is, sure he fits my type embarrassingly way too well,” He stuttered, “But I don’t do night stands, or hook ups or friends with benefits or open relationships. Just imagine if I receive a booty call from him at 3 am or something!” He angrily whispered with a pout.
It’s no secret to his friends that he has never dated before, never held hands with someone under the sunlight, or switched romantic words while stargazing, and of course he is a virgin on top of that.
“Izuku, you know I am a regular right?” Camie asked with a brow raised.
“Yeah of course!”
”Never have I seen that man walk out with someone on his arm or at the very least talk to an omega and Ochako says he saw him scenting you! Scenting you lovingly with you melting in his arms or something! I’d say go for it.” Camie stated as Tsuyu nodded.
Izuku was blushing furiously now, should he? What if the alpha laughs at him for thinking out of his league. What if that guy had night stands outside this bar, unlikely but possible.
He really did not want someone who sleeps around, no shame to anyone who does but if it is his partner, then he wanted a man just like him.
Be obsessed with just one person and no one else.
Too much to ask for though.
”Shoto, can I have some shots.” Izuku looked over to the omega with pleading puppy eyes as shoto just huffed shaking his head handing him some.
And only god knows how much he drank and maybe god doesn’t want to know, sorry god? He just loved getting tipsy! Liked how his mind blanked out without the need to second guess if he should be, knowing Shoto’s brother would come pick them up.
And just when it couldn’t get better, one of his favourite songs from ABBA played.
He took the stage with Camie as he saw Ochako and Himiko dancing with each-other. Ah love. He might as well burst from the happiness he had for his beloved best-friend.
He started dancing, bouncing on his legs left and right to the beat excitedly. Camie was infront of him copying his moves with him, grinning left to right.
“How I hate to spend the evening all night long!” He sang along, “Autumn winds! Blowing outside the window, As I look around the room! And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom.” He shrugged with a pout dramatically as he swayed his hips.
Suddenly he felt someone tapping on his shoulder as turned around to look. And oh my! It was his prince charming who saved him earlier. The pretty pretty gorgeous prince.
”Ah it’s you! The savior!” Izuku drunkly cooed while pointing at the blond.
“The what now?” The blond smirked holding some pink drink in his hand.
“Savior! You saved me from the jerk!”
“Mhm, I sure did, princess,” The blond grinned handing him the pink drink, “ and now it looks like I became a server since someone forgot their drink.”
“Oh yeah! Wait, how do I know you- you haven’t messed with it…” Izuku looked up at the blond.
The blond laughed deeply, “You really think I need some drink to lure you in, love, I haven’t even tried to yet.”
Izuku went red, the blond eyes seeking eye contact getting rejected as Izuku adverts his eye, “So n-no drugs?”
“No love, I wouldn’t ever do that, here if it makes you feel better, I will drink from it first.” The blond took the drink, slurping on the straw as he drank from the glass. Izuku felt relieved at the sight.
“Fucking sugary shit,” Katsuki rolled his eyes as he stopped, “Since you made me drink that crap, do a very small task for me?”
Izuku nodded confused. The blond held the straw from where he drank, to Izuku’s mouth. Coincidence that it was in the exact same direction and place the blond drank. The blond put the straw to his lips, “Drink.” Smirking down at him.
And Izuku did, drinking the exact way the blond did.
Suddenly the blond pulled the straw out of his mouth, taking it in his mouth instead sucking on the patch of lipgloss which Izuku’s lips stained.
The blond licked the straw for good measure handing it back to a very startled gaping greennate.
“Tasted so much better, love.” The blond went back to the other side of the bar probably to his meeting again.
Seeing the back of the man leave, Izuku stood like an idiot there still processing, his mind was already dizzy from all the drinks he had before and now this interaction with the blond is practically tormenting him. His cheeks are red, something that happened too many times tonight.
Was that an indirect kiss?!
and to think about it, the blond initiated it. Izuku groaned as he held his face in one hand, rubbing his eye. Tonight was more of a mess than anything he ever experienced! His messy room seems like a blessing now compared to this.
Maybe he should head home. Yeah that would be a good idea, a tub of icecream and his favourite all might movie sounds amazing right now!
He turns, quickly drowning the drink in one gulp, he almost feels sad not being able to enjoy the drink, it being his favourite drink after all that, may had his favourite straw too.
He spots Ochako dancing with himiko, drunk giggles flowing out of her mouth as himiko spins her round and round.
”Hey! Ochako?” Izuku calls over with a smile as he got close to them.
Himiko looked at him beckoning Ochako to focus, Ochako turned her head, smiling brightly as he spotted him.
”Ah, my future man of honor!” She chirped. Himiko shaked her head, smiling at her.
”That’s who I am! Correct but right now this man of honor feels overwhelmed with the need to snuggle in blankets and nest, so this is me bidding goodbye!” He held up a hand to do a mock salute and a wave.
”Awe! That’s sad, but I probably damn well know the reason for that overwhelming feeling, correct word should be flustered.”
“Whatever! Okay fine, I may be flustered but-li- there’s a lot going in my mind, all right? All I can think of is burying myself under a blanket right now.” Izuku whined.
”It’s fine, I get it. I will get the others so we can go.”
Later Izuku found himself buried in his nest with a ton of icecream and a bag of gummies in the 2 room condo he shared with Ochako.
True to his word, he was watching All might, one of the movies from silver age. Which he found to be his favourite. Along with many other things, All might comics and movies were his obsession since childhood.
It was really easy for his mum to think of a birthday present for him. Something all might related?
Oh well, ding ding ding! You win the cash prize!
He pondered as he examined all of his figurines on the shelves, they all took hefty chunks out of his wallet. Well not that the wallet was big enough to begin with.
Well being a barista could only get you so far! No one in the club would think he was a barista. After seeing him dance the whole night, one would think he is a dancer. And Izuku desperately wants to be, but being in a dance class was all that he was getting. But one day he might open a workshop to teach if.. he gets lucky enough?
And rich enough for sure.
Tomorrow will be another day at work, where he gets paid enough for rent and his needs. He doesn’t hate it, he has friends there and it’s now a comfort spot for Izuku.
The cafe is famous enough to be filled with customers every day so it’s not like he has time to get bored. But on the only free day he gets which is Sunday, he savors every second from saturday night only. Saturday night he goes to club, sunday he relaxes and does whatever he want for fun and in the night he goes to the club again and only arrives late at night but today was quite different.
Izuku is at home 2 hours early because of a certain someone, a certain someone with crimson eyes who looked at him with so much adoration. But it’s probably not that, how could it be? Izuku is pretty and he knows that but he also knows he is not that pretty to lose a head over despite his friends stating the opposite, there’s no way he could be that pretty, could he? And specially in front of the blond being compared? He is nothing!
That blond looked so good, way more taller than Izuku and that did things to the greennate, just knowing the other could corner him and completely cover him up without even being stiff or bulky made his cunt pulse. The blond’s hands were veiny too, Izuku wanted the hand to trace all over his skin so badly. Start from his face and end at his clit.
Izuku’s hands travelled under his small sleep shorts, resting it on his clit, slightly rubbing it drawing a keen out of his mouth. The blonds fingers were probably bigger than Izuku, much more longer and rough. He imagined it was the blond’s hand rubbing at his clit, he drove his hands deeper, whimpering needily, he started to rub roughly at his sensitive nub leaning down to touch his cunt as it gushed out slick.
“Hah~!” he moaned, grinding down on his bed, his fingers moving frantically, trying to stimulate his pussy. But no matter how hard he tried, it wasn’t enough.
Whining frustrated, Izuku poked his cunt, letting one finger enter it as meanly as he could manage, he kept his motions slow enough to not tear but it didn’t look like he could, he was so wet, that it slid in with ease.
“Ngh! Ah! Ah!” He added another finger trying to make the experience overstimulating and too much but it felt like he was missing something. He pouted annoyed. He grabbed a pillow, placed it sideways and sat on it, grinding frantically. Imagining it was the blond’s dick.
But that would probably be bigger right? Big enough to reach his womb and thick enough to split him open. His slick dripped down his milky thighs at the thought, making his shorts feel sticky. He removed his short quickly as he could, and stared bouncing and bucking onto the pillow with his slicked pussy.
”Oh~! Alpha!” He bounced harder, one hand rubbing at his clit and the other snaking inside his shirt to cup his small tits.
He needed something bigger, the pillow isn’t big enough to work! He lunged for his bedside drawers pulling out his favourite vibrating dildo with a knot at the base, one in the color red for a reason he didn’t want to admit out loud, and lube.
He covered the dildo with lube as fast as he could, pouring some lube on his cunt, wincing at the coldness.
He inserted three fingers in his cunt in one go, desperately making space so he could fit the 8-inch dildo inside.
Once he found it ready enough, he made space, placed the dildo and slowly sat on it.
”Oh~! Oh! Alpha~! Mhm~!” He moaned as he slowly reached the bottom, not inserting the knot just yet.
”Oh~! Yes!” He grinded in pleasure, as the dildo reached deep inside him. He badly wanted it to be the blond alpha, entering him, reaching his womb and fucking him silly. But right now this dildo will have to make due.
”Ah~! Ah~! Alpha~! M’re!” His words slurred, droop dripping out of his mouth, the whole dildo drenched in slick and lube as he bounced on it frantically, lifting himself off and dropping down again and again. He rubbed at his slick covered clit, slapping it lighty in quick motions imagining it was the blond.
”Mhm~! Ah!” His clut throbbed as he cummed, colorless liqued gushing out of his cunt, and in one quick motion, he lifted himself up and fell down hard, inserting the knot inside him.
“Oh~!” Izuku moaned loudly, his hands reaching to press a few buttons on the dildo, putting the setting to medium vibration, as the dildo stuck in him starting vibrating.
”Ah~! Oh my gosh! Yes~!” He wished it was the blond. He wished indeed.
He cupped his tits again moving them in circles, pinching his nipples. But nothing was making him reach the oblivion he so badly wanted. His eyes started filling with tears, his omega unsatisfied and needy whined.
He set the setting of the dildo to max, and oh.
“ Mhm~! Ah~! Hah~! Oh~! Ngh~!”
He thought of the next time he could see the blond again, if he was lucky. He would bat his eyelashes, wear the prettiest skirt he owns, bend down, dance and sway his hips so he could rile up the blond. And when the blond would come over, he would play innocent. Although, he would definitely flirt, submit fall into the blond’s lap and straddle him. And later, he would let the blond undress him, enter him, smack him, bite him, knot him, pup him.
And
He would present for the blond, wear his most suggestive lacy underwear and garters, and spread his legs to display his slick drenched pussy. He would show his neck to be marked loved, cuddled, pampered and bred.
The sunlight glistened against the windows, the curtains stopping the rays from coming in. And inside the room was well an utterly embarrassed, horrified and guilty omega.
“What was wrong with me!” Is. Because those terrifying thoughts were still there, lurking in his mind. He can’t even deny it and say it was in the heat of the moment, because he himself- he- Izuku had those thoughts not just his inner omega. He. He was in on it.
And that wasn’t even his heat, it was just him.
And Izuku could not be more horrified with what he did last night. And thought off.
He rarely even masturbates out of his heat!
And to think he chose one with a knot!
What is wrong with him?!
His mother would get a heart attack if she found out her son was like that, only having seen the innocent baby faced Izuku.
He stirred the bowl of cereal in his hand, the colourful cereal mixing with the milk. Can he even get help from Ochako? But the most she would do is laugh hysterically on the floor and make fun of him.
So that’s a no.
Well maybe he should forget, like when he has a failed project or some file he despises, he presses the delete button and it leaves his life! Or maybe like his computer but still…
He could do that with the stunning oh so sweet blond he met yesterday!
But thats easier said than done, just thinking of forgetting has his omega pouting and turning 10 times sadder in a second.
This was the one time he needed his omega to cooperate the most, but nooo, his omega completely turned his back against the idea leaving Izuku by himself.
Maybe he’s being way too delusional. Reading too much into it. Probably overthinking about a small encounter whereas the blond probably had forgotten about it. Why would someone like that alpha even remember Izuku’s face.
Thats all there is to it. And its best Izuku doesn’t hope.
“Bye, Come again soon!” He responded cheerfully as the customer left with a smile and a coffee leaving this cafe empty once again.
It’s one of those slow days where one or two customers arrive only every 30 minutes. But Izuku is still grateful for that, sometimes even no customers come and thats way worse than a slow day.
He dusts off coffee powder residue from his white apron, it was a cute one which Izuku loved wearing, the ties were in a bow shape, and there was a bunny peaking out of his front pocket. He was grateful for that also, because in the cafe he really couldn't wear his Saturday-sunday clothes, but he didn’t mind it at all. Those clothes were only for those 2 days where he wanted to let loose and get rid of the stress he collected over the days.
A baggy yellow t-shirt that said t-shirt and simple white sweats was many more his usual normal self attire where comfort was the first priority considering the fact that the garters were really starting to leave imprints.
He has just a couple more hours left on his shift, 5 hours top, and then he would be able to leave and start getting ready for his dance class. Dance class was always the one thing he looks forward too, something he feels good in investing.
Even Ochako is in that class which is one of the reasons as to why he looks forward to it and just the other day he heard Toga wanting to join her there. And Izuku has absolutely no idea if Toga is even good at dance or not, but that obsessed lady clearly cant stay far from her soon-to-be-mate for more than 1 hour!
He wonders if his mate would also be that obsessed, and loving that they wouldn't be able to separate themselves from him. And at that thought, a certain blond with crimson eyes came-
‘No! Izuku you need to stop doing this to yourself.’
“Izu-“
‘You can’t just think about a stranger again and again.”
“Izuku-“
‘That is so dirty of you to misinterpret his actions.’
“IZUKU!”
“Ah!” Izuku shrieked, his eyes widening, flinching hard.
“I was calling your name for almost a minute now, man!” Shinso said.
“H-huh? You were?” Izuku frowned. He really needs to stop zoning out. This is what happens when you are as delusional as him.
“Duh. I was asking if you have seen that yellow haired man? Ya know the one that came here 2-3 times a few days ago, ordering that cheesecake-“
“Oooh, do I see someone getting a crush??” Izuku giggled, raising his eyebrows in a playful manner.
Shinso sheepishly coughed, rolling his eyes, “It’s not a damn crush! Okay?! I just happen to have him abruptly appear in my running thoughts along with every other thoughts, tots casual and everything.”
“Oh my god. You’re worse than me when you have a crush.”
“UH? No I am not. Stop being delusional.”
“You can simply say you were thinking about him.”
“What does simply even mean?”
“Pfft- okay fine, I won’t tease you more. And no I haven’t seen him, but uh isn’t mondays the usual time he visits?…” Sudden realisation dawned upon Izuku, “Wait! Is that why you clocked in today???”
Shinso’s eyes widended. “Fucking no, not at all.”
Izuku gasped, “Oh my gosh, you did! Don’t lie. I know how you feel about mondays being the bane of your existence- you hate mondays!”
Shinso shrugged dramatically, “I just happen to like it now!”
“Liar! Oh my gosh though, that is so cute! I am sure he will like you back. His name was what, denk- denks? Denk- I think.” Izuku scratched his chin in thought.
Yeah he is pretty sure it was something dunk or whatever. He remembered the conversation pretty well from last monday, the guy was an omega, a bit silly and unique but good hearted and extremely indecisive. Thats why Izuku chose for him, a combo meal, and wrote his name on the drink.
He is sure Shinso and Dinki? will make a perfect pair. When Izuku looked up, he saw purple eyes deteriorating, staring into abbys.
“You are making a ship name with you and him, aren’t you?”
“Shut up!”
A small creak of the door interrupted the conversation as a familiar face peeked his head in.
Yellow hair with a black streak and a too big grin walked in towards the counter. Well wow if it isn’t shinsou’s ever lasting good luck then he has no idea what it is. Maybe just maybe Shinsou will also get his true love!
“Aye whats up… uh Izuku? Wait- is that your name? I kinda forgot.” The yellow man laughed sheepishly.
”Yeah! Its izuku and no nothing much, today has been pretty slow, typical for a monday.”
“Ah, that’s sad man, and ooh who have we got here today??” The man scratched his neck.
”Oh yeah! Uhm this is Shinso, I am sure you have seen him before here just not properly introduced. And uh Shinso,” Izuku looked at Shinso with knowing eyes, “This is our customer, would you like to greet and ask his name?”
“You’re only asking me that since you forgot. I see through you.” Shinso deadpanned.
Izuku gasped horrified. “What-absolutely not.”
”Wow, man and I took the time to remember your name. I am wounded.” The man feigned despair and placed a hand on his heart.
”I am sorry! Just tell me again. I won’t forget this time.”
”It’s Denki Kaminari.”
”Ah okay I will note that name from now on, I bet you also want to Shinso.” Izuku side-glanced at Shinso, grabbing his order notepad.”
Shinso hissed at him, and coughed, “Okay so what will be your order.”
”Oh today I am actually not only ordering for me. My boss mentioned this place in one of his uh… meetings, I was familiar with it so he told me to get cookies made especially by you.”
Okay… that was odd but its probably nothing, cookies made by his hand were sought after, so his boss could have heard good reviews about it. That did make him feel more happier about the cafes performance today.
“See Shinso even random people knows the best among us.”
Shinso clicked his tongue, obviously annoyed.
”Uh you could make my order though, man that will be very cool like it uh casually is.”
Izuku supports honestly and humbleness and accepts the fact he has a nervous personality but what goes on in these two peoples head? Its like they are saying their thoughts out loud.
“Yeah uh sure just tell your full order, it will be quick for you like it is for everyone.” Shinso tried feign indifference, but the slight blush made it clear that he was down as bad as kaminari-kun was, which was no suprise to Izuku
”Okay so for me it’s cheesecake and regular coffee, and for my boss, cookies but like more cocoa than sugar and black coffee with absolute no sugar.”
”Ooh are you sure? That sounds very…” Izuku says and does vague hand gestures as he gets his supplies.
”Bitter? Cold and black hearted? Very much describes that torturous man, he deserves it but he probably will like it, his taste buds are trash.”
”He likes bitter things?”
”No like whatever the max spicy is. He’s a scary man. He once forced me to eat a whole red chilli as punishment.”
”What?! Are you sure you should still be working there? That sounds wrong.”
”Oh it’s fine,” Denki scratched the back of his neck, “We were bros before employees, it was more hilarious than it sounds, not for me tho, I finished 2 bottles of milk and was still heaving in pain.”
”Rough,” Izuku grimaces, “My condition would be same as yours, more worse if so, spice hates to see me be.” He mixes the dough, and it’s one of those rare times that he is still engaged in the conversation and not wholly focused on the task at hand.
“I was thinking instead of making a simple black coffee, I could try to make coffee with a dash of spice?”
”You could do that?! With coffee?”
”Yeah got new ingredients to do so!”
“Okay man do what you want,” then slightly under his breath, “That man would probably never throw this cup away.”
”Huh?”
”Nothing! You do you greenie.”
After making the orders, he handed them to Kaminari-kun and gave him the bill.
After paying, the said man gave a small pat on Izuku’s back and a sheepish almost awkward smile to Shinso and left.
Shinso let out an exaggerated sigh and looked at his watch, “I think it is time for me to clock out man.”