Katsuki Bakugo
Work. It fucking sucks. Waiting around on a shitty stool for shitty people to come in and order shitty drinks for shitty prices. I mean, what kind of coffee shop is open until 8?! A shitty one, I figured, before opening the door, ready to begin my shift.
ding!
Walking past the counter, I flipped off a stammering Deku, because he's a nerd and he deserves it, before heading to the back to change into my uniform. After changing into my smart white shirt and black trousers, I noticed my apron had been moved from it's usual position. A brief check around the room confirmed it. My apron was missing. Thinking rationally, it's possible that I could have accidentally placed it somewhere while taking it off and left it there.
However I elected for a more... *accusatory* approach.
"DEKU!!!!!!! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY APRON YOU LITTLE NERD?"
I charged through the door, glaring daggers at the nerd, who was now cowering in front of me. Thank god the shop was empty, that meant I could kill him in peace. Before I could, however, a firm hand gripped my shoulders.
I spun around, coming face to face with another coworker of mine. What was this fucker's name again? I wondered. Kamo...no, was it kemi....? Oh fuck it, I'll just call him Pikachu, cause that cringey as fuck lighting bolt in his hair reminds me of it. Anyway, Pikachu took a step back after my gaze landed on him, clearly intimidated, before managing to get a few words out.
"Woah, chill out dude, your apron's here. They were all washed last night and yours was put in the wrong pile by accident. Not the end of the world, man..." he said, and I responded harshly, while snatching it from him. "WELL WHICH ONE OF YOU PUT IT IN THE WRONG PILE, HAH?"
It was the nerd who answered me, to my surprise. "K-Kacchan, the two people on shift last n-night who dealt with the laundry w-were... Hagakure-san and Sato-kun" he said, with confidence in his answer.
"So if you have a problem, it's them you need to speak to, not us" Pikachu added. I was kinda pissed I didn't have a reason to be mad at Deku anymore, but on the plus side, I calmed down enough to stop shouting, at least for now. "Yeah, whatever. So which one of you fucks am I with tonight?" I questioned, hoping to god it wasn't Deku.
Turns out god loves me, as Pikachu bowed dramatically, saying "that'd be me! We make a pretty good team Bakugo, this'll be the best shift you've ever had!" I felt my anger surge, screaming "GO STICK A KNIFE IN A PLUG SOCKET, FUCKNUGGET- DEKU WHY THE FUCKITY FUCK ARE YOU STILL HERE?"
The nerd squeaked, before running to the back to change and leave. Sure enough, he was gone a minute later, leaving me and Pikachu - whom I'd discovered was called Denki Kaminari - to sit and wait for customers.
A good 30 or so silent minutes passed before Ka... Kano-PIKACHU! finally got bored and suggested putting on some music to pass the time. I gave a short "hmph", which he seemed to take as permission, with a strange opening to a song playing shortly after.
La La La La, Lalalalala Lala Lala
Lalala La La La, Lalalalala Lala Lala
Where the fuck am I?
Tell me, did I just die?
Cause I don't understand why
I'm in a room I don't recognise
As soon as I heard that first verse, I recognised the song. Who knew Pikachu liked the same music as me? I looked over at him, and noticed he was preparing to sing the next verse. A low growl from me quickly changed those plans, and he settled back down into the stool to listen to the rest of the song.
I died at 5:45
Yeah, it says so on a sign
And my mother's cryin' out her eyes
Or is the radio tellin' lies?
Juvenile sinner
Car crash winner
Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
Juvenile sinner
Car crash winner
Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
I just wanna die for the hype
For the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype
For the hype
Crucified like Jesus Christ
As the song continued, I spotted a shadow approaching the shop door in the corner of my eye, and I quickly paused the song, earning me a confused look from Pikachu, who retreated to the back, expecting me to snap at him. Instead, I readied myself to serve a customer, and when the customary ding! went off, I made eye contact with the person who had entered.
Oh you've got to be fucking with me
I was met with that split-dye fucker from earlier. Half-n'-half I'd named him, one of my better nicknames, I'd say. I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes when he saw me, before he took a deep breath and approached the counter. I was in customer service mode, so I had to try and restrain my temper, but this bastard just pissed me off so much it was difficult right from the start.
"Good afternoon, may I take your order please" I said, my words practically deep-fried in sarcasm. Clearly, this prick picked up on it, responding with possibly the most infuriating answer he could have given.
"Yes, I'd like a coffee please"
You hear that? Asking for "coffee" in a coffee shop. It's like going into the worlds biggest library and asking for "a book"! That comment was enough to make me completely lose my temper, screaming "WHAT KIND OF COFFEE, YOU SON OF A-"
"BAKUGO!" I was cut off by Pikachu, who had heard my shouting and come back to the front desk. "I'm so sorry sir, Bakugo here has a slight temper issue and he's been a little on edge today, what can I get for you? Anything at all." He said smiling brightly, but clearly stressed because of my outburst at a customer. Thankfully, half-n'-half hadn't minded too much, instead scanning over the boards above our heads with the available drinks displayed. His eyes dated erratically around the board, and I began to wonder if he thought this was the most important decision of his life or something. I brushed that away when he said "can I get an....iced caramel frappé please?"
Now I was truly baffled. He went from the most bitter drink available to the sweetest, all in the space of a few hours. He must've seen my confusion, as he looked down at his feet as soon as we locked eyes. Pikachu then ordered me to make the drink, and I begrudgingly obliged, handing over the drink once it was finished.
"That'll be ¥400 please" I said quickly, wanting the fucker to leave quickly. He handed over the cash, and took a long sip of the drink, before nodding slightly and walking towards the door.
As soon as he was out of sight, I felt something slap the back of my head, and turned, furious, to see Pikachu stood there with a towel and a sly smirk on his face. "Now then", he said, "I can't imagine what kind of trouble you'd get in if I told the boss you nearly called a customer a 'son of a bitch', can you? Lucky for you, I'm not that kind of person, but..." his face went serious all of a sudden, as if saying do it again, and we'll find out.
Turns out Pikachu is just as much a little bitch as I thought he was. And I've had a pretty fucking terrible night. One customer, and I hate his guts.
Just my fucking luck
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Finally, some Bakugo pov
This chapter was written to try and establish just how short Bakugo's temper is, and how he will have to learn to be patient with 'half-n'-half' in the future. (Be prepared for more of Kaminari and Bakugo working together) . Next chapter will probably be back to Todoroki's pov, since it's a little easier to write about the open world rather than just a coffee shop
The song used during this chapter is Die for the Hype, by YUNGBLUD. I strongly recommend you listen to it if you don't already know it.
Fact of the Day: "fucknugget" is something I heard my friend call his younger brother, and I've used it ever since.
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