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Honestly, Midoriya Izuku just doesn’t understand why he follows whatever his childhood friend is demanding.
Sure, Izuku is a business major in college, he knows how to run a business without having it fail and burn into ashes; but from the look of the small restaurant he has purchased with Bakugou Katsuki, also renovated to look like a homey Western diner, it’s doomed to fail.
I mean, who would go to a restaurant, entitled: The Fucking Restaurant?
“Heh, nice isn’t it?” Katsuki boasted, puffing out his chest while his hands were on his hips. He was wearing a casual attire consisting of black shirt under a gray checkered polo, some loose gray pants, and sneakers. Tomorrow, he’ll be wearing his newly purchased chef’s outfit to start the first day of work.
“It’s doomed to fail.” Izuku repeated his thought outloud, raising his hand on his side, anticipating the incoming spit that the blond will give him along with his complaints.
At the comment, Katsuki turned his head towards his companion then spat at him: “What the FUCK did you say, shitty Deku?!”
Izuku groans, not because of the nickname his childhood friend gave him, but more on the saliva that went flying to his skin. He dearly hopes when they go to work, Katsuki would put on a surgical mask whenever he cooks his food just for the spit not to land on the customer’s food. “I mean, who the heck would go to a restaurant that has a curse word in it?” He argues, gesturing exaggeratedly at the offending sign at the top of the mahogany door and big windows that shows the interior of the restaurant.
“Every. Fucking. One.” Katsuki counters. He raises a finger then taps it on Izuku’s chest roughly. “Let’s make a bet, shitty Deku. If no one comes tomorrow, you get to change the restaurant’s name, but if I win, I get to name the entire menu list.” He hisses, his nose coming close to touch Izuku’s freckled one. “Seal the deal?” The blond taunts, the scowl on his face morphing into a challenging smile.
The green-haired male wasn’t the least intimidated, but his reputation as the top 1 business graduate is on the line if he managed a failing restaurant. “Deal.” He confirms, before a pair of lips press against his in a wrathful exchange of saliva. He doesn’t mind his saliva on his lips, but if it’s on food, he’s going to file a complaint.
Once they both pulled away, Izuku moved his hands to smooth down his All Might shirt before he fixes Katsuki’s polo. Red eyes stares at him, observing him for his next move or words. “You know, usually people seal the deal with a handshake, not a kiss.” The shorter male commented, one of his hands giving up on straightening the polo to smooth down the crease on the other boy’s shirt, feeling the bump of his manly pecs and abs as his fingers travel downwards.
“Yeah, well,” Katsuki paused when Izuku pulls his hands away, making him growl then wrap his own hands on Izuku’s waist, keeping him close. “You like it.” He continues, earning a soft laughter from the shorter male. “What?” Katsuki demands, glaring at his boyfriend.
“You’re the one who likes it.” Izuku says, pushing the blond’s face away from him as he tries to pry off the hands that stuck to his figure. “After all, you’re a romantiiic~” He teases, earning an animal-like cry of anger.
“I’ll fuck you up!” The ash blond male screams, accidentally letting the green-haired male escape from his clutches. “Get back here!”
The other male just laughed then stuck his tongue out before he ran away, his boyfriend hot in his trail as they left their restaurant for the day.
The next day, the restaurant was packed from morning until closing hours even with their minimal tables, a sample menu consisting of only three food items to serve, and one-man power, who is Bakugou Katsuki.
After the first day of work, Izuku reluctantly gave the notebook he has where their planned food will be put in to Katsuki, who took it with a triumphant grin.