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Bakugou Katsuki, absolute badass and the best artist at UA University, no fucking question. He was a god among men, a burning star amongst useless rocks. The world would bow down at his feet when they see the greatness that was his raw talent—
“Fired again ey, Sparky?” Kaminari asked when the angry blond slammed the door to their dorm open, the handle smacking into the well worn but sturdy wall that had suffered the same fate many times before - so much so that each new poorly done plaster job was indistinguishable from the last.
“Fuck off, Dunce Face.” Bakugou growled lowly at the other blonde, violently throwing his bag down with a heavy thump and kicking off his shoes.
“Woah really dude? Isn’t that like you’re fifth job this year? It’s only June!” Mina shouted from the old couch in the common room she was lounging on, her tan legs dangled above her head as she twisted her body into an uncomfortable looking position.
Bakugou scowled angrily at his ‘friends’ and pushed down whatever emotion was trying to bubble it’s way up. As useless as they were, they’re the only ones who put up with him. And the only ones who agreed to room with such an aggressive person. Didn’t mean he had to be nice to the assholes though.
“They’re all shitty jobs anyway.” Bakugou deflected as he stepped over the garbage bags near the front door that would be there until the angry blonde finally gets enough of them and takes them out. “Stop hogging the couch, Racoon Eyes!” The man scowled and slumped down onto the uncomfortable lounge, a stray spring poked at him. The ugly brown thing was there the day they moved in and none of the six residents were willing to pay the price for a new one. At this point it was a waiting game - whoever hated the couch more would have to give in and buy a better one. Unfortunately the rest of the household were filthy bastards and didn’t really care about how their living room looked - and Bakugou was too stubborn to lose. So ugly brown couch it was.
“Hey don’t feel too bad Baku, customer service just isn’t your thing.” Mina consoled her angry friend, wrapping her arms around his neck and dragging his head down until she could comfortably pat at his over-spiked hair. “I’m sure you’ll find something else. ‘Till then you could always ask your parents. Aren’t they like, loaded?”
“Fuck that!” Bakugou screeched and shoved Mina away roughly. “I ain’t asking that old hag for anything!”
Before Kaminari could intercept from his place on the loveseat (that he had brought from his old house and therefore had standing dibs to) Kirishima bursted through the door, much in the same manner as Bakugou had. The redhead’s face was panicked, wide eyes and flushed cheeks, his phone gripped in his right hand tightly (the one that’s not currently pushing the door so hard it poked through the wall to the outside hallway.)
“The fucks up with you?” Bakugou didn’t really care, he was just glad it wasn’t him who busted the wall up for once.
“Mum and Mom are retiring.”
Kirishima’s mothers weren’t old per se, but they’ve saved up quite a lot of money and had told everyone they planned to retire early. In no way was it a last minute decision, even Denki had known about it. So it was very odd to see Kirishima in such a state of panic over something he should’ve known about well before.
“Yeah?” Kaminari dragged out the word, as if trying to break his friend out of whatever drug induced haze he was in.
“No, you guys don’t get it!” Kirishima shouted, eyes flickering between three of his best friends. “They’re. Retiring. ”
“Yeah fuck face, we know.”
“They’re giving me their coffee shop!” The man yelled, gesturing sporadically with his hands, his phone landed with a heavy thump on the old floorboards- although Kirishima hardly noticed.
“Wait, Mighty Coffee? They still own that? I thought it got shut down or something. . .” Mina trailed off, finger hovering over her mouth and pink eyebrows scrunched together.
“What?! No!” Kirishima seems offended at the idea that his parents would sell something that they had owned since before he could remember. “Okay, maybe it became a little run down but it never closed!”
“Alright, Shitty Hair. What about the coffee shop?” Bakugou drawled impatiently.
“Oh.” The redhead glanced down at his phone on the floor and as if struck by lightning, his urgentness returned. “I have to run the coffee shop! Me! Can you believe that?! I’m terrible at making coffee!”
Bakugou scoffed.
“You don’t have to make the coffee, idiot. That’s the baristas job.”
“Oh.” The tension seemed to fade from Kirishima’s shoulders instantly. “Oh okay, that’s good.”
“Moron.” The explosive man muttered fondly.
———
“Eh? What do you think ‘Zuku?” Uraraka asked, hands splayed wide below the big flashing sign that read ‘Yagi’s Café’
“I’ve never. . Heard of a cafe inside of a bookstore before, Uraraka. It’s very unique.” Midoriya mumbled, scarred hands twisting nervously in front of him. He’s always hated lying.
The round-faced girl pouted sadly, mouse brown eyes glancing between her best friend and the small indoor cafe.
“I thought it was a good idea. . .”
“No, no! It really is great Uraraka-san! I’m sure people will love it!”
Uraraka smiled excitedly, easily being persuaded by the green-haired man.
“C’mon then, I’ll make you a coffee!” She bounced happily around the counter, fingers pressing clumsily at the coffee machine’s buttons. Izuku watched her carefully as she went, obviously she had researched how to make different coffees using this machine, he could see it in the way she knew which buttons to press and in what order. However it seemed the natural effortlessness that came with experience was lost on his friend’s part. Her eyes tracked all over the machine, watching every light and beep as if the thing would break with the simple press of a button. She was weary and slow, but that’s to be expected when Midoriya knew Uraraka hadn’t taken a course on coffee.
Soon enough the woman was sliding a brown paper cup across to Midoriya, the top overflowing with froth and drinking chocolate sprinkled excessively on top. The man internally grimaced at the sight, but bends down and lifted the cup in time to sip from the drink. Froth stuck to his upper lip and the drinking chocolate made Izuku cough violently. The extremely sweet taste of sugar and syrup burned the back of his throat and the drink lacked the natural bitter taste of coffee beans. He could feel his eyes watering and realised he was going to have to distract Uraraka so she didn’t notice.
“Where did you get the machine?” Izuku managed to choke out.
“Huh? Oh! An old guy sold it to me for really cheap actually. He was kinda shady, but a machines a machine. I got Iida to check it out anyway — didn’t wanna give it to Hatsume incase it came back with lasers or something…” Uraraka mumbled, a trait she had probably picked up from Izuku himself.
Midoriya sighed in relief.
“Oh I uh,” Ocean green eyes glanced down at his bare wrist quickly, as if checking a watch. “I really should get going I’ve got a thing with my… mother. I’ll see you later Uraraka-san!” Midoriya shouted, already halfway out of the shop’s door and minus one grossly sweet coffee.
“Huh, oh- Bye ‘Zuku!”