MHA fluff book oneshots

Bakugou x reader. Lost and found.

AN: you get the drill, song right there if you guys care. have fun, and also in this oneshot i did mention that you started to bind your chest, so if that isnt your cup of tea then- idk skip over that if you want, im not your mom

You yawned as you listened to the faint sound of the radio in the kitchen, your heavy eyes wanting to close but your willpower somehow keeping them open. It was the night shift at the 24 hour diner you worked at. Things haven't been working for you lately, you lost your usual job that earned you a comfortable amount of cash, so now you're stuck being a waiter at this diner, and with that you weren't able to keep on making payments to your car, so the bank had to take it away. Some backstabbing friends leaked some photos of you, and because of that your "boyfriend" at the time decided to break up with you. So now you're just barely scraping past and making it work.

You were about to doze off again when the sound of the door opening startled you awake. You sighed and went to go treat the customer, who was dressed oddly actually. They had a beanie on, sunglasses and a mask on along with a black jacket. You could understand the hat and mask but the sunglasses were very off, since it was especially closing in on 4 am now. 

"Hello, welcome to The Friendly Road, may I take your order?" you said to the stranger. They didn't even bother to turn to your direction but grumbled out

"Just one black coffee please"

"Alright then, I'll have it here soon" you said before walking back to the kitchen, grabbing the coffee maker and a coffee cup. While pouring it you pondered about the strange person, and something about them felt off. Of course you had your suspicions that it might be someone trying to rob the place, maybe a villain or just some criminal starting out. But their voice was what caught you off guard, it felt so familiar to you but you could not for the life of you pinpoint where you heard it before.

You were so deep in thought that you didn't notice the coffee spilling over. In a panic you tried to pick up the cup but ended up burning yourself. You yelped in pain and washed the burn with cold water, and sighed, taking mental note to go straight to bed once you returned home. After cleaning up you finally brought their coffee along with a small saucer filled with creamer cups. 

"Sorry for the hold up, but here's your coffee sir" you say as you place the cup and saucer on the table.

"It's fine" he mumbled, but just continued to sit there, as if waiting for you to look away. You stood there for a short moment and a little confused but walked away back into the security room. To you he seemed off, suspicious, just not totally right. You sat down at the office chair and looked in the monitors, staring at the one where the stranger was.

He looked around himself and saw he was alone finally, he finally took off his hat and mask, revealing messy ash blonde hair and a faint scar on his jaw. He sighed in relief and began to sip his coffee,knowing full well it won't help with shit. He just needed to get away for at least a few hours. Things in the hero business have been going to shit lately, so there's more crime than usual. It also meant he was gonna be out more, so now he's always tired and aching. Along with that the press and general media have also been draining him, the pressure now starting to get to him. He just hoped this would all be over soon, cause he didnt know how long he could hold it.

You squinted at the monitor, trying to put together where you've seen him before.He looked awfully familiar, like a faint forgotten memory. After what seemed like an abnormal amount of time you slumped down in the chair, letting your tired eyes have a rest. You observed the miscellaneous items on the desk, your eyes then landing on some hero merch. But not just any type of hero merch, this one was of the hero Dynamite pop figure. You tilted your head at it, staring at it confused before it clicked in your head. You sat up straight in the chair and took out your phone, frantically searching him up. You scrolled through photos until you landed one that was taken by the paparazzi. He looked angry and annoyed as usual, but it gave you a good view of his face. Putting your phone up next to his figure on the monitor you compared the two faces, and no doubt about it. It was him.