Hidden Passion (BKDK)

12# Customer Service

Izuku spyed openly into the shop, which wasn't that hard. It had big windows and the interior was well lit and bright.

The shop was almost empty. It seemed as if only selected people were allowed inside. The rest of the folk, like Izuku, are only allowed to look and wonder what it might feel like to get served freshly brewed coffee and french biscuits, while sitting on a real leather couch and discussing their shoppings that way. Must be very relaxing. That's at least what Izuku was always been wondering about.

It made him nervous.

"This is not in my price range..." Izuku self-consciously stepped back from the window.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, "No shit Sherlock."

Izuku still liked the idea of taking a peak inside though. Katsuki had been considerate enough to lead him here. The least he could do, is to appreciate his effort and politely decline afterwards.
Their previous fight hung between them like dripping-wet laundry, possible to pull aside but still an obstacle. And Izuku did not want to increase the laundry between them. So playing his part to not trigger Katsuki anymore seemed like a good compromise for now.

"Do I need to drag you inside like before or will you come with me this time?" Katsuki asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

"I guess there's no harm in taking a quick peak." Izuku flattened the front of his shirt again (he didn't even try to fix his hair) and slowly made his way towards the door. Izuku heard the way Katsuki clicked his tongue and saw out of the corner of his eyes the blond's hand reaching for Izuku's arm but then he stopped and pulled back, hiding his clenched fist deep in his pocket.

Izuku had no time to interpret Katsuki's action because he was greeted by a friendly smile.

"Welcome." A man said and Izuku answered, "Thank you?" in a confused voice, walking past him and hurriedly following Katsuki.

Being inside the shop felt definitely as luxurious as it looked from outside, if not even better. The usual shops Izuku, and the average earning person, had visited were minimal, populated with people and stuffed to show off as many products as possible in as little space as possible.

This was different. The interior was inviting, almost homely with the warm light and cleverly designed wooden walls. It was spacious, (the ceiling was very high) but not in the sense to loose oneself there but to thrive in it. And it smelled nice, like cotton or something. Along the walls were bright shelfs, inside of them places for selected eyewear, widely spread out. The middle of the room had comfortable looking  designer chairs and tables with turn-around crystal glassware. Though no french biscuits as far as Izuku could see. Further back in the shop, Izuku couldn't quite make it out from the distance, was another separated area with lower chairs and a bigger table. It looked more like a living room.
Izuku could understand the appeal of shopping in places like this. You feel special from the first step you enter the shop. It didn't feel tacky or overwhelming. Though Izuku still felt out of place.

It was surprisingly nice.

But nice comes with a price and Izuku knew that he hadn't that money to allow himself these niceties.

He stepped forward grabbing a random pair of glasses. Green eyes searched for the typical white price tag, as he turned around the frame in his hands.