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You continue to walk as you had your eyes glued to your phone, earphones plugged on your ears as you listen to the YouTube video you’re watching. It was when the new Japanese chef of a rather famous trendy restaurant was featured in an international show.
Then, when the ash-blond male uttered the words: ”I know more than you, scum” to the ever famous Gordon Ramsay that you laughed, softly as to not startle the other bystanders walking towards their own destination, but you’re pretty much sure that everyone else is also watching the newly posted video of Bakugou Katsuki thrashing the famous British chef in a cook-off, to which the Japanese chef won in, much to Ramsay-san’s horror.
You grinned, exiting the application in favor of playing some tunes on your way to your work. Ah, yes, Shinsou Neito’s love song is a good jam to liven up your spirits, so you played it, bobbing to the first few catchy beats before you hid your device on your pocket.
You were about to make a turn when your arm was suddenly held. Huh?! An abduction?! In broad daylight?!
“Hey! You look like you need a good breakfast!” A playful masculine voice came, to which surprised you when you looked at the owner of the speaker, who was a blond guy with a lightning bolt on the side of his hair. “Come with me!” He urges as he whisks you away nearby, to a restaurant.
And it wasn’t just any restaurant! It was the trendy restaurant everyone was talking about!
“Come in, come in!” The man said, now you’re realizing he’s donned in a waiter’s uniform, Kaminari scrawled on his nametag, opening the door for you before pushing you in, to which you stumbled until you were stopped by firm chest pressed against your cheek, and strong arms to keep you steady.
Once you looked up, you see the biggest and gentlest forest green orbs you have ever seen.
“Oh, hello! Sorry that our co-worker dragged you in here, but would you like a table?” He asks, his voice equally gentle as his adorable face.
You didn’t have the heart to say no, so you nod, heat spreading over your face as you caught the scent of cinnamon on his person. Well, you left a little early, so you can indulge yourself with a little bit of food and coffee.
He steadies you, now you’re able to see the name Midoriya on his nametag, before he straightens. “Alright, we’ll have our waitress lead you to your table.” Midoriya says, bowing as a cute waitress stood beside him, smiling cheerily at you.
“Hi there! Welcome to The Fucking Restaurant!” The girl, who’s nametag was written with her name, Ochaco, greeted. “I’ll show you to your table!” She says as she took a menu from the rack at the entrance before she leads you to a table, near the open windows of the restaurant. You sit down on one of the tables before Ochaco hands you the menu, to which you flip open, seeing ridiculous names placed on rather tantalizing food items. “We’ll get back to you in a few minutes with water and for your order, please enjoy your stay.” She says sweetly before she leaves, waving at a fellow waitress, a girl with big black eyes and long green hair.
You smile a bit before looking down on the menu, biting your lip so you won’t be able to burst out laughing at the ridiculous names printed on the menu.
I mean… Really?! Subscribe to Pewdiepie? Which is really just apple pie topped with ice cream! You’re not sure if that’s a promotion, but you’re compelled to subscribe to it later anyway!
Well, you decided on an order, until you heard a loud laugh from across the room. You look up from your menu, then suddenly tensed when you recognized the person who’s the owner of the laugh.
“These names crack me up every time!” The ever-popular, international actor, Shinsou Neito! Oh gosh! You’re seeing a star in your midst, that you couldn’t help but fumble for your phone to take a photo– to brag to your friends that you saw the Shinsou Neito in The Fucking Restaurant!
“You can choose whatever you want, darling.” The guy with messy purple hair, that must be his husband, says, his shoulder moved, you barely could see it, but you could guess that the purple-haired male held Neito’s hand, because the blond actor blushed slightly after a few moments. “It’s my treat.” Is what the guy said, but you’re not sure, because everyone else who’s witnessing the scene is fan-girling at the moment.
“H-Hey! I told you it’s my turn to pay the bill!” Neito protests, but his free hand shakily tucks a stray hair behind his ear, the cutest habit Neito ever shows when he’s embarrassed! You’re seeing it in person, and you felt disappointed that you’re not positioned well to film the entire thing!
“You look beautiful as always.” Neito’s husband compliments him, which is true, but judging by the blushing face of the actor, it made it seem like he’s hearing the compliment for the first time.
“S-Shut it, Hitoshi!” Neito chastises, now covering his face with his free hand, not having the will to remove his hand from Hitoshi’s gentle grasp.
You squealed at the scene, along with the rest of the occupants of the restaurant, before you were pulled back to reality from your fan-girling when a rather attractive male with red and white hair, split in the middle of his head, came towards you, holding a pitcher with water and a glass with ice cubes. “Hello, I’ll be your server for today.” The bi-colored male said, smiling as he places down the glass then pouring water in it. You looked at his chest, seeing the name Todoroki on his nametag. Hold on, isn’t that the name of a different restaurant enterprise–?
You were about to ask him, but he smiled so sweetly at you that your heart got caught on your throat. “May I take your order?” He asks, placing down the pitched on your table in favor of taking a small notepad and pen from his apron.
You couldn’t utter a sound, not trusting your voice from breaking because of this guy’s ridiculous attractiveness despite the scar on his face. You just pointed at some breakfast meal and a coffee, to which the waiter scribbled down on his notebook before he nods. “We’ll prepare your order shortly, please do wait patiently.” He says, then takes the pitcher with him as he leaves.
You were compelled to protest in him leaving, wanting for him to stay so you can chat, maybe get his number, but when an ash-blond male– wait! That’s Bakugou Katsuki! The one who obliterated Gordon Ramsay with a dish he oh-so-famously named: “My Neck, My Back, Lick My Pussy and My Crack”! Which is a very well-seasoned stuffed turkey, which somehow beat Ramsay-san’s cooking by a thousand miles!
Well anyway, you saw Bakugou slap Todoroki’s ass and now you know you can’t have that, so you admit your loss before looking around the restaurant. Maybe Midoriya is single?
That, too, is out of the questions, since the green-haired male also slapped Bakugou’s ass, to which got him an earful of swears.
Were they all gay here? Well, you did hear they hosted a charity event during pride month, so you’re pretty sure a good amount of them are gay.
Well, you’re not complaining, maybe your special someone is not in this trendy restaurant… Yet.
Your thoughts ran flew around your mind before someone broke you out of your daydream.
“Hi there! One stack of misadventures of flapjack and a cup of dark souls ruined my life!” A teenage girl said, named Eri, as stated by her nametag, placing your order in front of you. “If you need anything else, just let us know!” She says sweetly before she bows then walks away, going back to the kitchen to take the next order to their customer.
You smile softly before you look down at your food, saying your thanks before eating, to which you absolutely fell in love! The texture! The flavor! The softness! Then you took a sip of your coffee, and it was such a nice contrast to your flapjacks that you couldn’t help but smile happily at the exploding flavor touching your tongue.
“Hello!”
You stop your munching to look up, seeing a girl with black hair tied in a ponytail, smiling brightly at you. “I’m Yaoyorozu, I’m one of the finance managers here in The Fucking Restaurant.” She introduces herself, offering her hand for a handshake, to which you indulged her in with your free hand. “I’m tasked by our boss to promote our business a little more, so could I ask to take your picture while eating and a few words of encouragement for others to come to our restaurant?” She asks so nicely that you swallowed your food then nodded, wanting everyone to come to this very homey enterprise.
“Thank you! With every post we make, we’ll be donating our funds to charity for public school institutions! Just to help those students who deserve the privilege of education.” Yaoyorozu informs, to which made your heart swell in happiness that your agreement for a simple photo could help the less fortunate get proper education.
You hold your hand up to make sure your teeth doesn’t have any excess food before you sat straight holding the cup of coffee in your hands as Yaoyorozu points the camera at you.
Then, after the camera let out a soft click, the black-haired female stood up, smiling at you in gratitude. “Thank you so much! So, what would you say for others to come to our restaurant?” She asks, taking out a notepad and a pen.
You thought for a moment before you smiled. “Come to The Fucking Restaurant, or you’ll fucking regret it!” You say.
“That’s the fucking spirit!” Bakugou shouts from across the restaurant, looking at you with an approving look.
“Thank you for your cooperation! Now please, enjoy your food!” Yaoyorozu says right after she jotted down what you said.
You smile brightly, resuming in eating your meal.
Well, you’ll definitely come back here next time!