Palm Trees ✓ (☁⛔)

32; 小さい

Current Arc: Tiny Bites

Katsuki stood outside of the cafe. He held a box in each hand. They'd rented a room for a while but Katsuki was going in earlier to set up. Yoga would be arriving in a few minutes with clothes for him to change into. He pushed open the door with his foot, careful to not scuff either item. The bell sounded and the cashier looked up.

"Welcome back, would you like help carrying that?"

Katsuki shook his head. His purple mask catching on hid lips as he spoke. "No thanks, but I brought this for the staff"

He carefully slid one of the boxes onto the counter. "Enjoy or whatever" He said as he continued his trek to one of the private rooms they'd rented.

He grinned when he heard an excited squeal and the guy calling for the four others on staff. He'd made the tiny cakes Toga had talked about a little while back. Though he'd made a triple batch. Two for the greedy league and one for the staff here.

They were really small cakes, Palm sized and no taller than the first two knuckles of his finger.

They were covered in a white glaze-like frosting with blue flowers that took him forever to do. On the edges, he'd placed little pearl-like sprinkles.

If he had to give his opinion on them, they were the perfect cakes for a little tea party like this.

No one knew what they looked like aside from him, he had made sure of that. He wanted to see their faces when they saw it.

"Katsuki! I got it!" He took the bag from Toga and ran to the bathroom to change.  As he passed through, one of the staff thanked him. He brushed it off with a 'you deserve it' and closed the bathroom door.

His little self had picked it out a while back while shopping and it was too good of a chance to pass it up.

Though... He had to use the bathroom in the cafe to change and have have to walk back across the cafe to get back to the room. He wasn't quite sure how that would go. But he didn't really care too much. He was dead anyways, what did anyone's opinion matter?

It was a a dress, though it looked like a tree and black plaid shirt. It stopped just shy of his me knees, similar to Toga's typical skirts.

Katsuki kicked off his shoes and slipped off his pants and shirt, making sure they didn't touch the floor too much. He placed the clothing on the counter and stepped into the shirt-like dress. It was long sleeved, which remarkably went well with the length.

Katsuki fixed his hair in the mirror as he slipped his shoes back on. Black high top sneakers.

"Good enough" He muttered, quickly folding his clothes and putting them in the bag. "Hopefully I don't look like a complete idiot. Maybe just half"

He stepped out of the bathroom, black hat and purple mask securely in place. He passed through the mostly empty cafe, ignoring the eyes he felt on him.

"Excuse me?"

He turned, "What?"

A teen who was obviously older than him shifted nervously. "How... How can you wear that in public? I always get too nervous too"

His plans of cursing the teen out disappeared. "You gotta keep your head up. People look at you because they wish they could pull it off. And if anyone tells you otherwise..." He leaned in and pulled down his mask to whisper. "If you punch them just below the ribs, it'll be very satisfying"

"Ye– Yes!" Katsuki pulled his mask back up and resumed walking to their room. He flipped off the old woman who scoffed at him.

"So" He drawled as get closed the door behind himself, moving to place the bag on one of the chairs. "On a scale of one to ten with one being–"

"Ten! You look so good! I could never pull that off, red only looks good on me if it's blood, y'know?"

"Yeah. Come 'ere I'll do your hair" She sat down and he pulled out her hair ties.

She, obviously, didn't wear any red. She wore a black dress with frilly white lace and trimming. It suited her.

Word Count:  745

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