The Happiness of Three (Todobakudeku)

Izuku Midoriya loves art.

Izuku Midoriya loved art. He loved making it and looking at it, and especially learning about it. In fact, he had a whole tattered notebook filled with pages and pages of research and history of it in his curvy handwriting stuffed unceremoniously into his satchel. His biggest dream was to be able to make art as a job, but, like everyone in his life leading up to this point had told him; it wasn't possible. It's not like his mother had said outright that his sketches were bad, she just simply explained that it was very hard to make it in the art world without a miracle. It broke his heart. So, for now, he was working in a small cafe run by a sweet old lady five minutes away from his apartment.

As Izuku slipped on his apron and started to wipe down the tables, he was reminded of his childhood friend; he wasn't sure why but it was an overwhelming thought that he couldn't shake off. It made him nostalgic, sad, even. Katsuki had moved away before they had both started high school.

"But Kacchan!" He had said, crying, "Why do you have to go?"

"It wasn't my choice, stupid Deku." That was Katsuki's 'loving' name for him; 'Deku'. It made Izuku annoyed to be called that, but he couldn't fight back, Katsuki was strong; and he was weak.

Katsuki... something. What was his name? He tried to remember as he served the groups of people that lazily floated in. Katsuki...
"Look! It's Katsuki Bakugou!"
Yes, Bakugou! Hang on, that wasn't his voice but a female a couple of meters away from him shrieking and pointing at the doorway. No, not the doorway; a figure in standing in that space. A figure with spiky, ash blonde hair and piercing red eyes that squinted in annoyance. His hands were stuffed in his pocket and his muscular arms and tall frame filled the gap in the doorway, shielding the cafe from the sunlight outside. Izuku gaped as he overheard the conversation of the table next to him.

"He's a drummer isn't he?"

"Yes, quite a famous one! What is he doing here?"

What is Kacchan doing here? He moved away, didn't he? Then again, he forgot how far he moved away. It could be pretty close. Katski sat down while being stared down by any and everybody in the room, including Izuku. He shook himself out of his stupor, walked over to his former best friend and prepared for the worst.

"Welcome to Recover-tea! What can I get you?"

"Coffee. Black." Katsuki grumbled.

"Of course sir, may I interest you in-"
Katsuki cut in with a sharp 'no'. Izuku nodded, smiled and got the black coffee the familiar customer had so rudely ordered, with one question on his mind; 'Does he recognise me?'. No, surely not. It was a long time ago since they saw each other and Katsuki didn't care much for him anyway. He sat the steaming cup on the table with a polite smile. Just as he was about to turn away, he spoke,

"Don't pretend you don't recognise me." Izuku's heart skipped a beat as he heard that. He calmed himself down by reasoning that he meant he was a well known musician.

"I do, you play drums in-"

"That's not what I mean and you know it, Izuku." That was the trigger that sent off his nerves like fireworks exploding in the night sky.

"Hello, Kacchan."

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A/N:
Hello! Just a couple of things I ought to clear up:
1) This is a quirkless au
2) Recovery Girl owns the cafe
3) I know I have the names the wrong way round (ex. Izuku Midoriya should be Midoriya Izuku) but I did this so the bit about Izuku remembering Katsuki's name made sense. It stays consistent throughout the fic

What do you think the name of the band should be? I'm stuck.

That's it for now! Bye!