The smell of a bookshop ~a bakudeku story~

Smells like an old persons home

Izuku Midoriya was,overall,a normal 21 year old guy,he payed his taxes,got a few parking tickets here and there but nothing more than that. However,he happened to run a bookshop,smack dab in the middle of town. It seemed out of place,it was old fashioned looking and when you walked in,you were hit with the smell of coffee beans and new books. It was calming for some,and others wanted nothing to do with it,but that aside,Izuku loved his job. His style was very similar to dark academia,but with a touch of punk,he had a nose stud and had a pocket chain or a few chains around his neck every so often,and not to mention his undercut,that he got at age 16 to rebel against his helicopter mother.

And on the other side of the street,was the tattoo parlour owned by Bakugou Katsuki,who was the complete opposite of Izuku. He had multiple tattoos of his own and a tongue piercing,piercings all along his ears and a nose ring. Katsuki was never fond of books or reading,or anything he considered "nerdy". He failed his English gcse,but he figured he didn't need it for his chosen career path. But when he saw the green haired male open his shop across the street,he was instantly intrigued by him,every single detail. The way his hair curled around his face,his delicate freckled cheeks and his forest green eyes. To Katsuki,the boy was perfect in every way shape or form,but of course he would never admit that,his ego is too large to do something like that.

Ding ding. "Hello welcome to the Dandelion Bookstore how may I help you today?" greeted the freckled man,looking up from his book,which he seemed completely engrossed in. "I just came to introduce you to the street,nothing personal. Bakugou Katsuki,you?" the blonde mumbled,putting his hands in his pockets. "Oh,you own the tattoo parlour right? I didn't expect you in a place like this." "Just tell me your damn name so I can get this over with!" the taller male yelled,getting various shushes from other customers. "Alright alright,Izuku Midoriya,nice to meet you." the smaller boy smiled and held his hand out for the blond to shake,which he didn't. Izuku awkwardly pulled his hand back and cleared his throat. "So um,are you going to buy anything?" Katsuki grunted. "No,just wanted to warn you about some dodgy areas around here,it's dangerous and I don't want a newbie like you fucking going out of business as soon as you open." He looked at the floor and shifted his feet,a permanent frown plastered on his face. "Oh,well,thank you,that's very nice of you," Izuku replied,but his smile dropped when he saw the tattoo artist giving him a burning glare. "I'm not nice. And don't you forget that." He grunted and clenched his fist. "Oh and,this place smells like a fucking old persons home." Placing his hand back in his pocket,he stomped out of the shop,back to his own store,kicking the door open and glaring at his colleagues.