The Cafe

Chapter Eight

SooooOoo, hi!

*Ahem* after months of silence (secretly replying to comments) I'M BACK!! bUt updates may not be regular still. And maybe months of hiatus again if I ever get bored or ehehe unmotivated.

I love you guys🎉 (even though the feelings may not be mutual)

Izuku waved goodbye to his favourite couple, they were regulars that seems stern and scary but polite. He thought they were intimidating at first but he got to know them well.

It's not a surprise when Izuku get customers whom are rude and extremely oblivious to how they're being very unbearable. It's just like that sometimes.

Glancing at the large clock by the wall, Izuku's smile widens just a bit as it was the time that Pro Heroes, Villains and Vigilantes alike mingle in this cafe. Just past seven.

His smile didn't falter when the doors opened wide and customers walked in. Not minding that they're walking side by side with masked Vigilantes.

He's grateful when his three employee's got to work immediately. Taka, his equally sleep deprived as Shinso employee, manned the other counter just beside him. Jirou, his purple haired music bestie, wiped down a few tables after she mopped the floor. And Hiro, his blond and all fist employee, managed the kitchen. He's perfect in there, taking his anger and frustration in kneading dough's.

Most of their customers tonight orders strong coffee's, the others discreetly ordering overly sweet doughnuts, to stay awake for the night.

They've been going in here for about seven months, most having just discovered this neutral place where they won't be hunted or the owner will throw them out.

They've taken a liking to the sweet and kind greenette, too. Not just because he's easy to look at, with those soft looking cheeks and warm green eyes, but it has to do with how he treats them. Like they're just another human being, no matter your appearance, no matter your quirk. To him, you're just another customer he have. They feel accepted.

So, no matter what. They'll protect this pure being until the end of the earth. Until this cursed world perished.

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Izuku yawned, taking a peek at the clock, almost 9:30. It's a Friday so night shifts will come in soon and he'll get to sleep in tomorrow. He blinked small tears gathering in his eyes and smiled as the door opener once again.

"Good evening, what can I get for you–"

A loud boisterous laugh echoed around the first floor, followed by an all too familiar voice to Izuku. "Woah, is that you Deku?!"

Izuku flinched at the horrible nickname but shrugged it off, he's no longer the Deku they knew. He's stronger and words don't affect him just as much as before.

"Hm, Hi. Now, may I take your order?" Izuku smiled politely, knuckles turning white with how he's gripping under the counter.

"HAHAHA, look at this. Mr. 'I'm gonna be a hero' is working at a cafe. What happened to being a wanna be hero, huh, Deku?" This shoulder length cockroach cackled, looking stupid as ever.

Izuku closed his eyelids, smile as sweet as it is threatening.

The boys, cockroaches, didn't notice the cafe going dead silent. Glares from all over the room directed to their laughing twigs of a body. Some even stood from their sitting positions, as quiet as a mouse.

The green haired angel sighed, unlatching his tight grip on the counter before smiling as polite as he could. "If you would tell me what you would like this would go smoothly." The underlying threat was unheard.

Of course, the dumpling just had to speak, "Or what? Huh? You're gonna call the manager to kick us out? You're really a Deku, can't even stand up for yourself!" Another round of laughter echoed.

He sighed, opening his now bright green eyes, "Why would I call the manager, when you're already speaking with the owner."

Dead silent, a pin drop would be heard from miles before the boys all laughed, again. Which was rude and suicidal of them.

Heroes and Villains alike stood from their tables, ready to interfere when needed.

"Don't joke around, Deku. You're barely as smart as a dog, managing such a successful business isn't your thing. Just give up, maybe taking a swan dive would be a good awakening—"

The large men were about to start chocking the stick like boy when the cafe owner beats them to it.

A cocking of a guns safety was heard before it was pointed at the boy, green hair tilting to the side, "You were saying?"

"OI, Deku! Put the gun down," panicking voice from the dumpling was heard as the men around watched in amusement, the owner have only took the gun out once and it was when someone was almost assaulted in here.

The men and women alike in the cafe closed in on the boys thus blocking any possible way out. All of them was either looking down at them under their noses while others blatantly glared and pulled out knives and such (villains).

Izuku watched them tremble, still aiming his modified gun straight and unwavering. He always says violence isn't always the answer and it's true, but sometimes, a little threat won't hurt.

"If you're not buying anything, please leave." He smiled at them, threatening but borderline polite.

Four men, Heroes and Villains alike, had a grip on the three's shoulder. Almost crushing their bones but didn't tighten. They smiled, as threatening as it is it's still a smile, and guided them outside.

When the doors closed it was silent for about a minute before a terrified scream rang through the almost silent street. They walked in, satisfied smiles and proudly puffing their chests like a bird.

Izuku smiled at all of them, apologizing for the disturbance and that they should enjoy their time here.

He walked into his office/room, gathering his things before saying goodbye to his employee's. Hugging Taka and Jirou, murmuring his goodnight and stay safes before walking in the back to see Hiro working on his homework.

He smiled, walking over and placing the cup of hot chocolate just a little ways before the boy.

"Hiro, I'll be going now. You can use the spare room upstairs if you stayed too late, don't force yourself to go home early in the morning." He ruffled the boys hair, said boy pouting at his ruined hairstyle.

"Yeah, yeah..." He bowed his head, hand fiddling with a piece of paper, "Thank you."

Izuku beamed, giving the boy a soft hug. Careful to not startle the boy, he's really not a fan of fast movements.

"Good night, Hiro." He walked out and into the night, riding his motorcycle.

Hiro sat there, sipping on his choco. A small smile gracing his soft features.
Izuku Midoriya, the only employer to ever be patient with his temper. He'd saved Hiro from losing his apartment after the boy was kicked out of his home. And for that, Hiro worked hard on his studies and helping out the cafe after school.

It really is like Izuku was given from heaven, an angel who you shouldn't mess with because he can bite.