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It was by happenstance, really.
After a full night of heroics, having to turn up at his father's agency bright and early the following day, all Shouto really wanted was a coffee.
He just wanted a Cinnamon Roll Frappuccino.
He didn't need to be tongue-tied in front of a cute barista.
"Um... What would you like, Sir?" the boy asked, hand at the ready to make the ingredient markings with a sharpie.
Shouto stood still for what felt like hours; he easily could stay there and closely examine every feature, blemish, and perfect imperfection that made up the barista's face.
"Cinnamon Roll Frapp, please." he managed, only slightly audible, voice cracking in the effort.
Smiling, the boy, his nametag notifying his name was Izuku, jotted down the order and went to work on preparing it.
Shouto watched Izuku the barista make the beverage, he noted how coincidental the boy matched the drink.
The sweet beverage that made the body was like the boy himself; tooth-rottingly sweet and cute, as Shouto got the impression from Izuku patiently waiting for him to order and from his own timid voice.
The whipped, creamy foam was all too similar to the barista's wild forest locks; surely, they were as soft as the topping.
Cinnamon sprinkles that decorated the top represented the freckles that were scattered on plump cheeks, serving as the decor to Izuku's face.
"Here you are." Izuku said, handing the drink over.
"How much do I owe?" the hero asked.
Izuku shook his head, grinning, "It's on the house." he said, winking in approval.
Heat rushed to Shouto's face that was certainly not from his Hot-Half.
Exiting the shop, he examined his cup, noticing additional writing apart from his order details.
I get off at five, if you're not too busy saving the day, I'd love to go out with the hero Shouto. -Izuku
What felt like steam erupted from Shouto's ears, begrudgingly continuing his walk to work, despite greatly desiring to turn back and spend the day in the little coffee shop instead.
Had he turned around, he would've saw that Izuku's freckled cheeks were filled by a hot, pink blush; flustered by his own -uncharacteristic- boldness.