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Money was never really an issue for the Midoriya family. The father, Hisashi, worked overseas in America, providing for his family while the mother, Inko, was a stay at home mom who lived comfortably thanks to her husband’s efforts. The son and only child, Izuku was planning to attend U.A. University, one of the best hero universities in Japan.
But the tuition was a little more than their current financial situation could handle. That meant that Izuku had to get a job. A quick Google search for businesses looking for new hires revealed that a pizza chain location nearby was looking for a delivery boy. It offered a decent wage and hours for a part-time job, so Izuku figured that he might as well apply. He called and scheduled an interview for later that week, hanging up and still unable to shake the anxiety that clung to him like lint on a freshly-laundered sweater.
The day of the interview came faster than Izuku had been expecting it. He hurriedly put on some nice clothes after taking a shower and making himself look at least somewhat presentable. Inko handed him his portfolio with his resume inside before giving her son a hug and a proud smile.
“Good luck, Izuku,” she said as he left the house. “I hope your interview goes well!”
“Thank Mom!” Izuku replied before exiting his house. His trek to the pizza place wasn’t that long. It was rather short, actually. Within a few minutes, Izuku found himself at the front door of the local Pizza Thot, a chain that had started in America before migrating to Japan. As far as he knew, this was currently the only Japanese location.
He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. The breathing exercises his mother had taught him appeared to be working, as his anxiety lessened and his heart rate slowed.
Izuku stepped into the building, which was understandably empty except for the handful of employees that greeted him with confused glances. As he walked in, the cashier with short black hair looked up from her phone at him with impassive green eyes, checked the time, and blew a bubble from the gum she was chewing.
“We’re not open for another fifteen minutes, sir. If you want to order you’ll have to wait until then,” she said in an uninterested tone before going back to her phone. Izuku gulped as the rest of the employees acknowledged his presence before continuing with their early-morning routine.
“I-I’m here for the delivery b-boy opening,” Izuku stammered, hoping he didn’t look as nervous as he felt. “I scheduled an i-interview i-in uh, five m-minutes?”
The cash register made no indication that she had heard him before turning on her heel and disappearing behind a door that read “Employees Only.” Izuku waited for a few minutes, anxiety eating at him. What if he had shown up too late? What if a candidate more suitable for the job had applied? What if-
“Hey, are you okay?” a voice behind him asked. He spun around to see a giant of a woman standing behind him, looking at him concerned with blue eyes behind a pair of circular glasses. Izuku blinked as he took her figure in, marveling at the tall woman before him.
Her hair was black and tied into a pair of bushy pigtails. She appeared to be wearing the company uniform, consisting of a red brimmed visor, a red t-shirt with a black collar, with matching shoulders, sleeves, and choker, with the company logo on her right breast. The shirt strained to cover her large bust and completely failed to cover her midsection, allowing Izuku a good look at her abs and giving a tease of her hips. Her legs were covered with a pair of black pants that left little to the imagination as it clung to her hips and ass, which were definitely able to bear children.
Izuku finally snapped back to reality as the woman raised an eyebrow at him before waving her hand in front of his face. “Oh, s-sorry. Um, I-I’m here for an i-interview for the delivery boy o-opening?”
“Oh, you’re the potential newbie?” the woman asked excitedly, smiling and showing off her sharp-pointed teeth. “Did you talk to Cash already?”
“C-Cash?”
“The cashier,” she replied as if that were obvious. “I would’ve thought she would’ve told Boss by now…”
“Tips, I don’t pay you to sit around talking to customers!” an authoritative voice yelled, startling both of them. “Get busy!”
“Y-Yes Boss!” the woman now known as Tips replied, grabbing a towel and cleaning supplies before wiping down the table in front of her. Izuku turned to see another woman who was just a few inches shorter than him, looking at him with an unimpressed scowl.
“Cash here tells me you’re here for an interview,” the woman said, her brown hair in twin buns. She was dressed in the company uniform as well, and she seemed like she was annoyed at his presence. “Is that right?”
“Y-Yes ma’am,” Izuku replied, trying not to flinch under her piercing gaze. She gave him a once-over, seemed satisfied with what she saw, and turned on her heel. “Follow me.”
Izuku obeyed and followed the woman through the “Employees Only” door, walking past the small break room into what he supposed was her office.
“Take a seat,” Boss ordered. Izuku did so, allowing Boss to get settled in her office chair as she faced him on the other side of her desk. She collected his offered resume and read it, the room quiet as she reviewed his credentials.
“This the first job you’ve applied for, kid?” she asked, not looking up from his resume.
“Y-Yes, ma’am.”
“Why do you want this job?” Boss inquired, still not looking up at him.
“Uh, I want to be a h-hero and g-go to U.A., so I n-need a job t-to pay for t-the tuition.”
“A hero, huh?” Boss replied, amused. “I doubt many heroes started their careers at pizza places like this one.”
She continued to read his resume. He had done well so far in answering her questions, and he seemed like an honest, hard-working boy from a first glance, but she wanted to be sure he hadn’t just applied for the job for the not-so-secret extra services.
“So, Midoriya,” Boss began, fixing Izuku in a serious gaze. “What do you know about Pizza Thot?”
“Um, it’s a pizza chain that began in American in the early 21st century. It started as one location and spread out across the United States, eventually expanding to the rest of North America and overseas. I have never seen any negative reviews for any of their locations, and this location is one of the only ones in Japan.”
“Someone’s done their homework. I’m impressed,” Boss said, finding no hint of deceit in Izuku’s words. Judging by how flustered Tips had made him just by standing next to him, the kid was a virgin. Knowing that he was within a year of being applicable for the adult services Pizza Thot provided, she asked, “When’s your birthday, kid?”
“July 15th.”
That’s in four months. Plenty of time for him to get situated before I tell him about our Thot Menu.
“Anything I should know about your quirk?” She asked, checking over his information one last time.
Izuku froze at the question and looked at the ground in shame.
“I d-don’t have a quirk.”
Boss made no indication that his lack of a quirk alarmed her in any way.
“Right then. Everything looks in order. When can you start?”
Izuku couldn’t believe his ears. He was still getting hired even after he told her that he was quirkless?”
“You’re hiring me?”
“Yes, I’m hiring you,” Boss replied like he should know that already. “Unless you don’t want the job?”
“No, I-I want the job! It’s j-just, I’m quirkless!”
“And?” Boss asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”
“N-Not at all. Um, I can s-start as early as t-tomorrow.”
“Fantastic. Your starting wage is 1,500 an hour. I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early. Oh, and before you go, talk to Chadsworth about getting your uniform measurements.”
Izuku nodded as Boss shooed him out of her office, the ever-present scowl on her face deepening when she walked past the kitchen and saw two of her employees in a compromising position in the corner of the room. Not wanting to scare her newest employee off, Boss directed Izuku to Chadsworth, a giant of a man with a well groomed-mustache and a friendly smile.
“Ah, you must be the new guy! I am Chadsworth. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr…”
“Midoriya. I-It’s nice to meet you too, C-Chadsworth.”
“The pleasure is all mine. I assume Boss sent you to me for your uniform fitting?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“Excellent. Right this way, Midoriya. This shouldn’t take long.”
Chadsworth led Izuku into a private room where he had the boy hold out his arms as he quickly took his measurements. It took less than five minutes and by the time everything was said and done, Izuku was on his way back home to tell his mother the good news.
“So you’re the newbie?” Cash asked, not even raising an eyebrow as she took a look at Izuku’s new uniform. She shrugged and looked back at her phone. Meanwhile, Izuku got himself acquainted with the staff of his humble workplace.
The first was Tips, the tall woman that Izuku had met the day before. She, along with Izuku and PB, another staff member composed what Tips described as the “Delivery Squad.” Simply put, they delivered the pizzas. Tips turned out to have a bright and funny-loving personality, being energetic and passionate in her work. Unfortunately, her excitement sometimes caused problems, as on more that one occasion Tips found herself on the receiving end of Boss’s wrath.
One of the two waiters was Pineapple, a blonde boy with eyes that were always closed and looked very feminine. So feminine in fact that the first time Izuku saw Pineapple, he had mistaken the boy for a woman initially. Pineapple had gently corrected him and added that he tended to get mistaken for a woman a lot.
Izuku’s manager, Boss, tended to be hard on her employees, but they all knew she meant well. She was in charge of running the establishment, and that meant that she was under constant stress and yet she still managed to power through it. Boss was a master of fending off Karens, and if she wasn’t enough to drive the fell beasts off, well, Chadsworth was there.
Milkbar, or just Milk, was the thiccest woman Izuku had ever seen in his life, rivaling even his mother. She had coffee-colored skin and brown hair that covered her eyes, with a braid that ended with bells at the small of her back. She wore a nose piercing that resembled a bull ring, and with the tufts of hair that stuck up on either side of her head like horns, Izuku swore that she resembled a dairy cow. She was the second waitress and the staff member in charge of desserts.
Chadsworth was a very muscular gentleman who was the second tallest in the pizzeria, tieing with PB at five-foot-eleven, four inches under Tips’ Amazon stature of six-foot-three. He was in charge of Customer Service, the man who assured that customers left satisfied and happy. If a customer had a problem with the establishment and/or were rude to the staff, he was the one who asked them to leave. And if they didn’t, well, those muscles weren’t just for show.
Cash was the first staff member that Izuku had encountered at Pizza Thot, and in the time he had observed her, she had not shown any other emotion other than impassiveness. Still, he supposed she still had more facial expressions than Kristen Stewart. She was never seen without her phone or bubblegum, and her green eyes were some of the prettiest he’d ever seen.
Chef was the man behind all the delicious pizza that kept reeling in the customers, young and old. He was androgynous and had the perfect balance of masculine and feminine qualities. He preferred to wear his hair back in a ponytail, and Izuku noticed that whenever he saw Chef, he always had a toothpick in his mouth.
The second delivery girl who also doubled as the restaurant mascot, PeaBea, or PB, was an enigma. No one knew what she looked like under the motorcyclist helmet she wore at all times, or how old she was, or where she was from. It didn’t help that she had an accent that no one could place, as it sounded like several different dialects all at once. Boss didn’t even remember hiring her, but PB worked hard and stuck around, so it wasn’t an issue.
Izuku’s first day on the job consisted of getting to know his co-workers and running a few practice deliveries with Tips and PB. The two women would make sure that he was properly secured in their laps and that his head was protected from any head trauma with a helmet as they weaved their mopeds through the traffic of Musutafu. The first time Tips had taken Izuku along with her, she had made a “Special Delivery,” or at least had planned to.
“Right, Midoriya. Here’s the location! Normally, what you would do is walk up to the front and ring the doorbell or knock, but this is a ‘Special Delivery,’ and I don’t think you’re ready for that just yet,” Tips said, retrieving the costumer’s pizza from behind Izuku on the moped. “So, I need you to stay here with the moped while I take care of business, ‘kay?”
Izuku nodded, a bit confused as to why she thought he wasn’t ready to make a “Special Delivery,” yet. But he supposed it was just part of the training, so he didn’t question it and watched Tips as she walked up to the front door. He found it hard to keep his eyes from drifting to her ass, but he wasn’t that kind of guy, so he focused on her back instead.
Tips rang the doorbell and was welcomed by a middle-aged man who let her inside. The door closed behind her, and Izuku found himself alone on the moped. He wondered what exactly a special delivery required a delivery person to step inside a person’s home. Maybe it was the man’s birthday and Tips was tasked with giving him a cake.
No, that didn’t make any sense. Milk hadn’t given the delivery duo any cakes to deliver, so where would Tips even get the cake in the first place?
Izuku didn’t get the time to ponder any further before Tips came running out the front door, her face absolutely red with fury. The middle-aged man chased after her, but stopped when she pulled the door shut in his face. Tips didn’t say a word as she got back onto the moped, placing Izuku in her lap and driving off.
Sensing that she didn’t want to talk about it, Izuku kept his mouth shut the entire way back to the pizzeria as Tips matched back into the building. Boss noticed her look and stopped the woman from taking another step.
“I take it the special delivery didn’t go as planned?”
“The client was married. Fucker didn’t even bother to take his ring off,” Tips spat, her anger scaring her fellow employees. Luckily, it wasn’t that busy that afternoon, so she managed to not disturb any customer with her foul language. She marched up to Pineapple and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him into the Employee’s lounge, muttering something about needing to work off her anger.
Izuku wondered if Pineapple often helped Tips’ vent her frustration. He didn’t get the chance to ponder it much further when PB got assigned another delivery. She tasked Izuku with carrying it out to the moped, and together they sped into the midsummer afternoon.
“That’ll be 1,540 yen, ma’am. Enjoy your pizza!” Izuku said, handing over the box of hot deliciousness to his customer. The woman pulled out her wallet and counted out a few bills before handing them over to Izuku, who put the currency in his collection pouch. “Thank you for business!”
It had been five months since Izuku had begun his job at Pizza Thot, and five months since the incident with the sludge villain. It had been broadcasted on the news, so his co-workers knew that he had almost been killed had it not been for All-Might stepping in. Boss was the first to make sure he was okay, and the one who lectured him for nearly an hour about how damn reckless he had been.
Izuku had the strangest feeling that Boss wasn’t actually mad at him, but he was too busy apologizing at the time to respond properly. She had put him on cleaning duty for the rest of the week, and Izuku supposed he deserved that for acting like his life was no consequence just to save another. He just took the lecture with stride, hoping that Boss wouldn’t notice the muscles that were slowly building on his arm.
His eighteenth birthday had not been missed by his co-workers. On July 15th, he had shown up to work on time and found the building dark, as if no one had opened for the day. Confused, Izuku marched over to the light switch and flicked it on.
To his surprise, there was a giant cake in the middle of the room. Looking around, he saw no one else, so he approached the cake with caution. It was painted green to match his hair, and on further inspection, it appeared to be made of paper and cardboard.
“Where is everyone? Why is there a giant cake here? What’s going on-”
“SURPRISE!!!”
Izuku let out a surprised yelp when Tips burst from the cake wearing only a very skimpy bikini, the rest of his co-workers coming out of different parts of the pizzeria. Chadsworth placed a birthday boy hat on Izuku’s head, and he blushed as he realized what was happening. Cash even ghosted a smile at him as the group led Izuku to one of the tables, where a cake covered with green frosting was waiting for him, eighteen candles all lit.
“You guys…” Izuku trailed off, his eyes tearing up with happiness as Pineapple nodded, beginning the birthday song.
It had been one of the best days of his life. Izuku still blushed, remembering just how touchy-feely Tips had been, apparently having no shame in being practically nude in front of Izuku, even hugging him and “accidentally” smothering his head with her large breasts.
Izuku shook off the memory and looked down at his phone. He had one more delivery to make for the night, and then he was home free. He memorized the directions, put his phone away, secured his helmet over his head, and drove his moped to a house that definitely had a big party going on. Swallowing any anxiety he felt, Izuku parked his moped and made his way up to the door. He rang the doorbell and waited, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.
The door opened, revealing a girl with red spikey hair with matching crimson eyes. She smiled, revealing sharp teeth similar to Tips’.
“Oh hell yeah! Pizza’s here!” She said, her eyes locking onto the box before they traveled up to him, and she blushed. Her eyes turned lustful and hazy, and Izuku gulped, feeling like a seal that a shark had just found and decided to toy with before finishing it off.
“Why don’t you come in? The person who ordered the pizza should be around here somewhere… oh well,” she said, leading Izuku inside the house and into the heart of the party. He placed the pizza near the refreshments and got paid by the host of the party, but as he turned to go, the girl grabbed his arm.
“Bro, you’re missing the party! C’mon!” she stated, not hearing his protests over the loud music as she dragged him to the dance floor. Once there, she began to dance like no one was watching as Izuku froze like a deer in headlights, not knowing how to navigate the situation.
Luckily, the girl noticed this and guided him through some very basic dance movements, helping him overcome the anxiety that had been creeping into his mind.
“You’re too stiff, bro! Let loose and have some fun!” she said, losing herself to the music. She moved her entire body to the beat, prompting Izuku to imitate her movements. He did so and soon found himself having fun. It was the most fun he had in a long time. He began to put more effort into his moves, throwing his embarrassment to the side as he moved in tandem with the girl.
“Yeah, bro! Work that ass!” she cheered, facing him and grinding her ass against his crotch as the music reached its crescendo. Izuku went all into it, not caring about anything but the beautiful redhead in front of him. He quickened his pace, and the girl stood, matching his moves as they danced together.
The song changed to something slower, something sweeter, something that required a partner to dance with. Luckily for Izuku, the girl was willing to dance with him, taking his offered hand as they danced together slowly, personal space no longer a factor.
The girl stared deep into Izuku’s viridescent orbs, as he stared into her crimson ones. Something between them was there, and they could both feel it. Their bodies were hot against one another, the tension between the two of them growing thicker and thicker.
Then the girl kissed Izuku, and he responded by reciprocating, allowing the girl access to his mouth as their tongues explored each other’s mouths. They pressed their bodies together, the music and crowd forgotten. All that mattered was the other person.
The girl separated from him, her eyes lustful as she huskily requested that they take this to a private area. Izuku agreed, and the girl led him away from the noise of the crowd and to a bedroom, where the doors closed behind them, leaving them alone to their night of passion.
If Izuku had been thinking clearly at the time, he might’ve been worrying about his job, but the girl was the sole focus of the night.
It was a night that he would never forget.