MHA/BNHA Stories.

Overworked.

Another day another dollar, that's what you told yourself as you walked to your current job. Being a server wasn't all that bad, you worked at a little restaurant, a Ma and Pops kind of place, very homey and cozy. The owners were a lovely couple, they tried their best to please everyone, and paid you well for all your hard work. What more could you ask for? Well, maybe more workers! Currently, there was only yourself, a weekend cook, and the owners.

For the last ninety days, you have been running around. Working nonstop, while your check, and tips, would look so damn nice, you were starting to reach your limit. No one noticed, at least that is what you told yourself. However, there was one person that noticed, and to them, your work ethic was both nice and concerning.

White, red, and ringed, orbs watched Y/n's every move. Discreetly? No, not at all, their owner didn't try to hide his interest in the least bit. Not that it mattered since the h/c individual never even noticed. How could you, when you were rushing back and forth, only stopping to take small sips of water, which you left on the table.

By the time you had finally decided to take a break, it was already time to go home. Twelve hours went by, slowly, at least to you. However, for a certain villainous-looking man, it went by way too fast.

He wanted to watch you more, the way your frame moved around those tables. The sway of your body was perfect to him. Everything about you was interesting. Now, there were some things he didn't love, like your lack of social life, work hours, no days off, and the way you seem to put on a smile for everyone... No one deserved to see that smile of yours, only him.

This is why the six-foot-seven-and half an inch male decided that it was time for him to step in. Someone had to look out for you since a certain s/c hottie refused to do it themselves.

Tonight is the night I take things into my own hands... Looking down at his dark hands, the pro hero stood up, left a damn good tip, after only ordering water all day, and left. Out the corner of your eye, you noticed that the odd-looking man had finally left. You noticed him because he was such a kind person, a bit chatty at times but also a great tipper.

Frowning a bit, Y/n found it strange that Gang Orca, whom would not allow you to call him anything but Kugo or Ku for short, had left without saying goodbye. Normally the well-built giant would walk you home or offer to drive you. Hell, once or twice, more like once a week for the last three months, Sakamata had carried you to your abode, as you passed out from overworking yourself.

Trying not to overthink the bizarre exit, you quickly helped your coworkers, despite their protests, cleaned yourself up a bit then headed home. It wasn't late out but because of the changing of the seasons, the world became darker a lot faster. Humming to yourself as you walked down the street, tired but aware of your surroundings, you didn't fail to notice the creeping shadow that was following you.

Now, most people would have panicked, started speed walking, running, or turned around to confront the creeper. Y/n, oh sweet, sweet Y/n did nothing but smile. Why? Well, it was kind of nice having your own personal bodyguard, and Orca wasn't trying to hide the fact that he was following you. Chuckling Y/n stopped as the light turned red, and so did the person following them.

As Y/n waited for the light, a car pulled up, the window slowly came down, black and white skin, two white eyes, red pupils with rings around them peered at the server. "Hello there, L/n." Blinking in confusion, e/c hues widened as their owner looked from the car than behind themself. A chill went down Y/n's spine as your words became stuck in the back of your throat. If that was Kugo, who was following you?

Y/n stepped forward as the driver sped off, yelling something at them, looking back again, the person that was following them was still there. And they had a build very similar to Sakamata! But that was just him in the car? Feeling completely creeped out, you changed things up, dashing across the street, not blindly running but trying to lose whoever it was following you. Yet it seemed that you couldn't.