Accept No One's Definition Of Your Life, Define Yourself. (MHA x Reze reader)

Getting to know heroes

Business was slow as usual, Crossroads was located in a quiet part of Musutafu that saw very little action or excitement. It was peaceful, calm and away from the bustle and turmoil of the rest of the country; an ideal refuge for someone like Reze. However, being quiet meant considerably less people lived here, meaning less customers and more time spent doing nothing. Reze, Mr Sakura and the other waitstaff often spent their shifts twiddling their thumbs and watching the world go by. It had been a month since she decided to stay here and the buzz caused by the secret room being shut down in Russia had calmed down to a faint whisper. In all honestly, Reze sincerely hoped it would stay like that so she could just be a normal girl without any attention from the media that Pro Heroes regularly received. Reze found the media tedious and painful; the only thing it was good for was providing her information on the wider world.
She was pacing in circles around the cafe and twiddling with her apron when the gentle tinkling of the bell rung through the cafe, a sign that the door had been opened.

She abruptly stopped what she was doing and turned around to meet the new arrival. It was a tall, slender man with pale skin and messy shoulder length black hair. He looked very worn out, his large eye bags a clear indication and his face was stubbly and unkept. He was wearing casual back clothes, looked like he was spending the weekend relaxing. Made sense that he'd be here since this was a quiet part of town and allowed people to unwind in peace.
"Oh, we've finally got another customer" she called out to Mr Sakura as the man plonked down at one of the tables.
"I'll take my coffee black" he said blankly.
Reze could see he was too tired for small talk and the undiluted coffee he'd ordered was probably his pick-me-up.  As Mr Sakura came out from the back of the cafe, Reze sat down next to the new arrival, raised her hand in the air and demanded, "Hey boss, black coffee with two sugars for me, please!"
This startled the man next to her so much that it seemed to wake him up more than the coffee ever would, he'd never seen a waitress disrespect her employer so blatantly and in public.
"You're here to serve coffee not drink it!" Mr Sakura shouted gruffly.
"C'mon, why not?  People hardly come in here anyway." She all but whined.
"Unbelievable," the older man sighed, going along with his teenaged employee's antics. After a minute or two, he brought over two streaming mugs of the pungent, black liquid. Reze found the hot drink welcoming; it always seemed to burn away any stress that happened to be fluttering in her chest, along with her throat.

After the coffee had been drunk, Reze decided to interrogate the man sitting next to her.  She'd never seen him in the area before, let alone the cafe.
"Are you new to the area?" She asked. "I've never seen you here before."
"I live in the city, this place was recommended by an acquaintance.  I decided to visit it since I had time," he answered bluntly, having overcame his previous shock and now regained his apathetic attitude.
"Oh, can we expect you coming by here again?"
"Don't know"
"Why's that?  Live too far away or does your—" Reze said before stopping abruptly after suddenly realising something. "Sorry, where are my manners? I've just realised we've been talking and I don't even know your name.  I'm Reze, what's yours?"
He paused for a second before responding, "Shota Aizawa."
"Mr Aizawa..." Reze said to herself, fumbling over his name for a moment before continuing. "Anyway, what do you do for a living?"
"Nothing," Aizawa replied. "I'm in between jobs at the moment."
"Really?"
Aizawa nodded.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you have better luck in the future."
Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Thank you." He then paid his bill, got up and left.

Suddenly, Reze's eyebrows hiked up her forehead as her green eyes widened. She recognised him now! She'd seen his photo when she was warned about him. He was the Erasure Hero: Eraserhead, an infamous underground hero, who didn't appear the media and dealt more directly with the criminal underworld. Reze resisted the impulse to speak her realisation aloud, most civilians had never heard of him, so her knowing about him would look suspicious.
I'll have to be careful around him, she thought as she went to wash the cups.