Bean Street is less crowded in periods of rest than when students are looking for their caffeine fix before classes. Small and located in a corner just outside of U.A. grounds, Izuku has learned to find comfort in it as much as it intimidated him to enter its chaos in his first year.
"We shouldn't even be here," Iida quietly mutters as they sit in the marginally smaller queue. "We should be drinking water before training, in the middle of training and after training. Not coffee."
"It's six a.m.," Ochako grunts, not even looking in his direction. Her bleary eyes are dead-set on the contents of the menu, as if she didn't order here a thousand times before. "Let me get my goddamn bean juice before you activate your turbo legs and have a go at me, Iida-kun."
That would prompt Iida to splutter on a normal day, but somehow he keeps quiet on this one. It may have to do with the fact that Ochako's shoulders were more clenched than usual, and the bags under her eyes could be mistaken for paint with how penetrating their hue is.
"You shouldn't have come," Izuku finds himself murmuring in between them, hands shoved in his puffy jacket. It's not a reprimand, per se, but Ochako's left eye twitches nonetheless. He's not deterred by it. "It's not even an official one. You should have just slept in, Ochcako-chan."
"I promised you, so I'm joining," she says with back-straight resolution.
"That was before you and spent the entire night trying to dye Jirou's hair with Mina and Tsuyu," Todoroki joins in, eyes also fixed on the variety of beverages, even if he always goes with an Americano.
"I still promised," she grits out. "I'm not letting you train by yourself. I have some moves that I want to go over as well! I'm fine, guys."
The tips of her hair buzzes and floats a bit with the bite in her tone, and Izuku side-eyes her for a second, before letting it go completely. He doesn't want to stress his friend more than she already is - she knows her limits better than they ever could, anyway. Iida and Todoroki seem to inwardly agree with him, for they also let the conversation die there. The person in front of them yanks their coffee off the counter and leaves, Izuku follows their brisk step until they're out of the door. He spots a shock of blond spikes right by the edge of the entrance, almost out of view, and his chest sparks as if his quirk ignited by itself.
Oh. Two orders, then. Two orders should do it.
He steps closer than the rest of his mulling friends, breath mingling with the fragrant warmth of the cozy cafe, and softly tells the worker, "A Gingerbread Latte and one Spicy Apple Cider Chai Latte."
He feels the swift heaviness of his friend's stares, pointed at his nape with confused precision, but he doesn't even turn around to acknowledge them. Not when he's afraid that if he doesn't hurry, he's going to lose sight of that peek of blond hair completely.
He pays with clumsy fingers and takes the scorching, festive cups before he maneuvers around Todoroki, ignoring the twitch of realization in those mismatched eyes.
"I'll wait for you outside," he hurries to breathe out when Ochako calls for him softly, puzzled. He adds a gentle, slightly awkward chuckle, "Don't rush!"
He had to say it, just like the insistent afterthought it was, but he doesn't hear the response it gets him because he's already pushing the jingling glass door and stepping into frost and morning mist, head already turned towards the right.
There he is. Not someone else with the same pale shade of hair, not a mirage created by his sleepy thoughts. Izuku smiles around the curl of his silver puffs of air, feet feeling even lighter across the slippery ground as he approaches Katsuki.
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