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Izuku's POV:
Working at a coffee shop you meet many interesting people. Crazy people, entitled people, assholes, kind hearted people, and the like. For me personally, there was an asshole blond businessman that frequented the coffee shop I worked for. He's always angry and refuses to order unless I take it and make it. Says no one else makes his coffee right. He comes in every morning on weekdays and the afternoons of Tuesday and Thursday. I assumed this was because the blond had whittled out my schedule. I didn’t work weekends and I got off early on Wednesdays, so I wasn’t there to make his coffee, thus rendering the shop useless to him. I wasn't sure why the blond thought no one else was capable of making his coffees; it was very simple. Large black coffee with a hint of vanilla extract and milk. Not that hard. Yet, he acted like I was a God when I prepared the simple, nasty drink for him. Knowing this I am extremely confused to hear the blond yelling at one of my coworkers. I quickly run over and touch Katsuki's arm before dashing behind the register.
"I'm here! I'll take care of him, sorry I'm late!" Red eyes narrow on me and the coworker scurries off. "Good morning, what can I get for you?"
"You know what I want. Why were you late?" Katsuki asks, glaring down at me.
I blush a bit and begin to make his coffee. "I don't think that's any of your business, Katsuki."
"It is when it'll make me late too, Deku!" He snarls.
"You could've had someone else make the coffee." I shrug.
"You know you're the only one who makes it properly! Don't be late again." I huff and plop the coffee on the counter.
"3.50." I grumble. He sets a ten on the counter.
"Keep the change." a small smile flits to my lips.
That was the only good part about being the only one able to make Katsuki’s drink, he tipped nicely. Every time.
He swipes up the coffee and stomps out, his classy shoes clacking on the tile like high heels. I snort as I imagine Katsuki in heels, then blush. Dang it. What right did that asshole blond have to be so hot ? I sigh and move to clock in officially and put my apron on.
"Why is he like that?" The coworker, who I could now tell was Ochaco, asks.
"I don't know. It's been like that since the first time he came in. He demanded I take and make his order, claiming the last time he'd been here it was made wrong. Ever since I've been making his coffees." I shrug, not looking at the woman
"What about when you're not here?" she asks worriedly.
"He never comes in if I'm not here. I've had people tell me he would walk in, ask for me, then leave." her jaw drops.
"Wow, he must really like you." she teases.
I snort and shake my head. A light blush rises to my cheeks. I’m sure she hadn’t meant it in that way, but a man could hope. Even if he was a dick, he had the body of a God.
"No, he's just an entitled rich man.” I walk back to the register and gasp when I see the blond standing there again.
"I hope you're not talking about me, Deku." he growls, voice dangerous.
I blush and look away. "Of course not, Katsuki. Uh, is everything alright with your coffee?"
"It's fine. My coffee person is out today so I need to get coffee for the meeting. I got the text after I'd already walked out." he pushes his phone to me with a long order written out.
I enter it into the register and begin to make it. Anytime someone offers to help I wave them away, knowing Katsuki won't pay for any drink I didn't make. Just over thirty minutes later I was setting the drinks down in their drink platters. Katsuki pays, leaving another big tip.
“Be good, yeah? And don’t get caught talkin’ shit about your best customer.” he says with a bold grin.
A flush takes over my face and I look away.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Katsuki. Have a good day.” I say, waving him off.
He keeps grinning for a moment before stalking out, door shutting behind him. I turn away from the angry blonde and move to the next customer since Ochako was supposed to be on drinks today. I smile and begin taking orders, pushing the awkward situation out of my head. I take orders until I’m sent on break, following Ochako back.
“So, that sucked earlier.” she says once I’ve sat down.
“Yeah, we shouldn’t have been talking about him.” I grumble, pulling out my bento.
“Do you think he’ll report us?” she asks, clearly afraid.
“I don’t think so, but I really don’t know, Ochako.” I bite into my sandwich with a soft sigh.
“What if he does? I can’t lose this job, Izuku.” I frown at her.
“Just don’t think about it.” I say once I’ve swallowed.
“Easier said than done.” she grumbles, digging into her own lunch.
“Things will be fine, Ochako. I’m sure of it. Katsuki’s an ass, but not the type to make someone lose their job.” I try to reassure.
“How do you know that?” I pause.
“I don’t. But I have faith in him.” I mutter, looking away.
She keeps talking through our entire lunch, but I wasn’t paying attention anymore. I wasn’t interested in anything she had to say. If Katsuki reported us, I would be the one without a job. Not only did the boss love her, but I was the one who’d made the rude comment. I finish my lunch before the break was over, moving out to the alley beside the shop. I needed a breath of fresh air. I couldn’t deal with this stress right now. I sigh and press my head to the cold concrete, trying to think of something else.