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•°¯'•• 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆? ••'¯°•
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"goodmorning mr. kaminari!" you sang as you walked into the donut shop.
"good morning pretty lady." a smooth voice called out from the cash register. you quickly turned your head in the direction, and see a boy you've never seen before. "what th- you're not mr. kaminari, where'd he go?"
"hm? where'd who go?" he leans on the counter raising a brow with a lollipop stick in his mouth, slightly smiling at your question. you groan and roll your eyes, he knows what im talking about.
"um, you know the mr. kaminari??? the one who owns the shop?" you say a little lower.
"oh, you're talking about me, the mr. kaminari. see? it says it on my fancy name tag." he points at his badge that says; 'd. kaminari' "how can i help you, ma'am, wanna donut?"
the kid started to irritate you so much, why isn't he answering me? where is mr. kaminari. "no i don't want a donut, i want to know wh-"
"you don't want a donut? then what are you here for? i mean, it's called a do-nut-shop for a reason, unless you're here for our world-famous coffee." he pulls a coffee cup from the counter and hands it to you with a smile. you awkwardly look back at him and slowly take the drink. on the cup had a note.
~ good morning y/n! sorry, i couldn't be there today, pops is feeling a little under the weather. so i have my grandson watching over the shop for me. i didn't forget your coffee, denki should've made it exactly how you like it. i taught him the recipe and all, if its not to your liking, feel free to slap him on the head :) ~
- pops of the donut shop aka; mr kaminari
you look at the note and look back at the boy at the counter. "you really are his grandson aren't you." you huffed and took a sip of your coffee, it was surprisingly good, as always. "what, you couldn't tell? we have the same dimples, it skips a generation, so i was lucky to get them too. see?" he lightly smiles and shows you his unique dimples, he has two on his cheeks and one near his left eye.
"oh greaaat...." you sarcastically say, since you didn't ask about his dimples. "can i have my donuts now?" he nodded his head and went to the back for a second, then came out with a bag just for you.
"see! got them just how u like it, (your 3 favorite flavors.) and some mini donut holes." he hands the bag to you and you lightly smile back.
"so, uh, when's mr. kaminari coming back? is he okay? " you ask him while paying for your food. "soon, he just has a little cold, and he's starting to walk a little slower, you know, old people symptoms." he replies looking down at the cash register. "you want your receipt dollface?"
"don't call me that." you firmly state and take the receipt.
"well you never told me your name, so what do i call you?"
"my name is y/n."
"ok y/n, im denki kaminari, please call me denki." he holds out his hand for you to shake. you shake his hand, and it was surprisingly soft, it felt like touching a baby's hand.
"you idiot stop flirting and come answer these calls!" a loud voice called in from the back, denki flinched and extracted his hand away from you slowly. "kaachan if you keep yelling you're going to scare the customers!" he turns his head to the back, then back to you "sorry doll- i mean y/n, i have to go, will i see you tomorrow? pops told me you come in almost every day."
"maybe, depends on how i'm feeling. you should really answer those calls tho." you peeked behind his shoulder and seen a taller blonde dude with a scary face, he looked so angry as if smoke was coming out of his ears.
"yea i really should," he starts to scratch the back of his neck. "come back soon okay?"
"now shitface!" the voice yelled, but instead louder.
"i'll come back, later shitface!" you say leaving the shop with your bag and drink.
"sh-shitface? now look what you did bakugou now she's calling me shit face."
