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“Fuck this heat is getting on my last nerve!” huffs Katsuki as he drags his forearm across his sweat-slick forehead as the final straggler climbs into their car to hopefully head to the town square and check out the stalls for the Saturday Speeders coming by and stopping for pick-me-ups to find what they didn’t at the truck. “This damn tent was a fucking waste of energy when I’m this drenched right now. Assholes making me take the damn morning shift.”
Saturdays are “Sell Days” because the weekends are so active, too many people on both sides of the road. It’s great when he’s not manning all three of their selling points, but they had to take shifts today because it’s also their mini festival day which means there are stalls and businesses that need to be run for their community. Hitoshi is helping Nemuri at her perfume stall, and Keigo is helping Shota with the pet pens.
Katsuki is counting the money earned when he hears the roar of an engine, but he ignores it in favor of marking down their current total next to the tally of the sold inventory.
“U-u-uh… H-hi, I- I n-need h-help.” calls a soft, stuttering voice that upon turning to investigate, a gaping Katsuki knows doesn’t fit the man standing in front of him.
“How the fuck are you stuttering when you look like a goddamn meathead?” demands Katsuki as he collects himself before immediately mentally berating himself.
“Y-you-” stutters the green, curly-haired man as an enticing bottom lip juts out in a pout. “I’m not a meathead, I only work-out a few times a week… Rude stranger.”
“Heh. You’re bothered by a simple observation? Come on, Mr. I only work out a few times a week, what’d ya need?” asks Katsuki with a lazy smirk as he stands and makes his way out of the bed to the grass.
“Well, I need directions, but you’re rude. So, maybe I should find someone else to ask.” replies the stranger with distracting freckles that Katsuki can see now that he’s closer.
“Well, you can head to our mini festival, but I can help you here as well. You’ll want to stop there anyways though, lots of cool stuff to check out.” says Katsuki as he feigns disinterest despite being unable to look away from those green eyes.
“I wanna know who I’m dealing with, what’s your name? And why are you on the side of the road like this? You know that’s dangerous, right?” rambles the stranger as he narrows his eyes, worry settling into the space between them.
“Worryin’ about a stranger. It’s no wonder you’re lost. I’m Katsuki, and I’ll answer your quiz once I get your name.” replies Katsuki as he leans against the truck, a light brow raising, daring him as his own heart speeds up at the sass and care.
“Izuku. Now give me my answers, Katsuki.” demands Izuku as he puts his hands on his hips.
“I’m selling things here, some pickling jars, some jams, and newly harvested items as well. And I’m safely in the grass, Deku, so unless some dumbass who shouldn’t be on the road causes problems, I’m safe. Now, whatcha lookin’ for?” replies Katsuki easily, smirking when that freckled nose scrunches at the insulting nickname.
“You’re an ass. It’s Izuku.” snaps Izuku with an eye roll.
“You’re useless with directions if you’re stopping to ask where to go. Don’t you have a GPS?” snarks Katsuki as Izuku pouts again, that lip is begging to be nibbled on.
“Fuck off!” whines Izuku as his cheeks go red. “The GPS doesn’t work, and my original route got blocked by a wreck. So can you just tell me how to get to the interstate?”
Izuku is flushed and gorgeous.
“Well, I suggest stopping at the town square on the right just past our LED flashing caution sign up there. But then you can drive through the square, take a left, and you’ll find your way to the interstate. But Ma has her sweet tea out at her Bakugou stall, and it’s her best selling item. So, stop at the square and get some, ‘kay?” asks Katsuki with a smirk as he sees Izuku’s mind running, breaking out into a grin to compliment his flushed cheeks.
“Thank you, Kacchan! I’ll let your mom know you were so kind when I make sure you told me the truth. Good luck selling your tasty items!” exclaims Izuku with a cheeky grin as he jogs back to his car.
Katsuki’s caught off guard by the nickname, but as Izuku reaches his car, he collects himself enough to holler, “Interstate is on your left, but a right will bring you back to me Izuku!”
He catches sight of the blush through squinting eyes before this captivating man disappears. Katsuki hopes he didn’t just miss out on something special.