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Midoriya sighed as he stared at the calendar. It had been two months since they had gotten their first apartment, and they were still trying to decide to celebrate. They couldn’t do anything big, since Todoroki had yet to get a job, Kirishima would be working his first night as a bouncer, and Bakugou hated anything happy.
The alarm he had set went off, startling out of his thoughts. It looked like it was time for him to get to the cafe where he worked. He pulled on his tennis shoes and grabbed his bag full of clothes. It was a pain, but the boss required them to wear black slacks, white button-up dress shirts, and dress shoes.
Somehow, despite his green hair that people said was “dyed”, he had ended up being one of the most popular servers, which was fine by him since it meant he got more tips. It also meant the boss wanted him to put more hours in, which was also fine. He found that serving people helped calm him, distracted him from the homesickness that was coming to the forefront of his mind more and more lately.
It was definitely not helped by the fact that none of them could practice their Quirks. There was simply no place for them to do so, and none of them wanted to expose themselves to a government that, from what they had heard, had trouble with just AIs built by a genius. If they couldn’t handle a man-made iron suite, where they know exactly how it works, they were highly likely to react badly to people with the ability to do the same thing with no outside help.
He pushed the door to the Bear’s Den Cafe open, the bell ringing in the air. There seemed to be quite a few college students inside, most of them working on some form of homework. He headed to the backroom where they had lockers and showers. A few minutes before he started working, his phone buzzed.
He checked, guessing it was a stupid meme from Kirishima, or an overly serious Todoroki asking what pizza was. Instead, it was Bakugou telling him he’d gotten a job as a computer programmer at Stark Industries.
Hands going numb, his phone slipped out of his fingers. He couldn’t tell if he was terrified or excited that Bakugou had gotten such a prestigious job. Midoriya took several deep breaths and settled on excitement. Only Kacchan, he thought as he shook his head.
One of the waiters he didn’t know very well yet called back at him. Seemed like it was time to get to work. He’d have to try to pry the full story out of Bakugou later, with help from Kirishima. Being explodo-killed was not a pleasant way to end the night.