[various!bnha x fem!moth!reader]
"why do you wanna be a hero?"
"i don't remember."
quirkless and bullied [last name] [first name] wakes up from a 17-month long coma, which gave her mild amnesia. so many things have changed, including her new quirk...
HI GUYS WE HAVE FANART FROMMMMM LILY (Lily69086 on quotev!!) this is so beautiful omggg look at the wings and ugh i just love everything about thisss !
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summary - [first name] is getting that bag 🤑💰 and meets a boy with a forehead of steel (he's super fine)
"Do you wanna meet her?"
You shook your head. "Is he fucking crazy?" you muttered to yourself, thinking of Kamakiri's words while loading another order onto your serving dish. You guess that since you're cousins, you can call him by his first name. With one of your other hands, you adjusted the collar of your linen yukata. The uniform was of your grandparents' restaurant, Yakitori Yoritomi Midori – or more simply, just Yoritomi. It consisted of an ankle-length, cream-colored linen yukata with various shades of green as accents. On top of that, you had to wear a frilly white apron. Your grandma said it made you look cute. You took her word for it. I mean, when are you not cute?
Since the restaurant was more on the traditional side and the flooring was tatami mat, you had to wear just socks. Customers also had to take off their shoes at the front. Today was particularly busy, but you weren't even at rush hour yet. There were only three hours left of the work day as the restaurant closed at 10.
From the past two days that you have worked at your grandparents' restaurant, you've definitely noticed that customers and tips seemed to explode around 6 and 7 PM.
As soon as you exited the kitchen, three giant serving platters in hand, you noticed that the amount of customers looked like it doubled. There was a line of people at the front desk waiting to be seated. You winced at all the conversations you were hearing, melding into each other.
"I heard this place is Hawks' favorite!"
"Woah, this place looks so traditional!"
"Look at the floors! Tatami? Do we have to take our shoes off...?"
"Hope not... Your feet stink..."
"I recommend the spicy yakitori. Top tier!"
"Do you think we'll see Hawks? I want his autograph so badddd!"
"Look at the view! You can see the whole city from here!"
Even though Hawks held this restaurant in high regard, you have yet to see him. You wondered if he would fly through an open window or walk in like a normal person. You dropped off the dishes at their respective tables, offering kind, but fabricated smiles, to everyone.
"Useful quirk you got there," one diner said with an amused laugh, gesturing to your four arms.
You laughed along, setting down their drinks. "Yeah, like I was meant for this serving stuff."
