"Izuku!" {Izuku/male!classmate one-shots}

Reader/Izuku

(Female Reader)

"Uhm, please don't.."

"Come on sweetheart," the man leers. "Don't you wanna good time?"

Izuku backs away nervously from the counter- abandoning the glass he was cleaning earlier. He averts his eyes meekly, body tense and ready to bolt.

"Excuse me, but what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Or:

Izuku works at your bar, and you happen to catch some creep cornering him.
[Mentions of the Yakuza]
[Reader is high-key badass]

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"Izuku. Take care. I'll be out until twelve. Think you can handle it?"

The boy nods enthusiastically, and a blush forms on his cheeks when you giggle and ruffle his unruly green hair. "Good boy."

He's always eager to please, especially when it comes to you- and you exploit that without any remorse just to see him fluster and scramble for words when you give him the subtlest praises. He was a cute kid, and he's worked for you for around two years already.

Though he was only two months younger, you always treated him like a kid, mostly to tease him about his height and the fact he was younger than he looks.

"Be careful."

"Thank you Ms. [Y/N]! You have nothing to worry about!"

Right. You step out the bar, waving a goodbye and he cheerfully waves back.

Nothing to worry about.

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You never really expected to come back and see this- then again, perhaps you should've.

"Uhm, please don't.."

"Come on sweetheart," the man leers. "Don't you wanna good time?"

Izuku backs away nervously from the counter- abandoning the glass he was cleaning earlier. He averts his eyes meekly, body tense and ready to bolt.

Here's the situation: a man, bigger, brawnier, stood over Izuku, practically pinning him against the wall of liquor, a hand on the kid's chest, too fucking close to his face with his rotten, beer stained teeth practically brushing against his neck.

Everyone else in the bar either looked the other way or didn't notice the bartender getting fucking harassed- and fuck it if it didn't make your blood fucking boil.

"Excuse me," you say as kindly as you can muster, green eyes snapped at you in surprise and relief as the man scoffs and turns around to get a better look at some cockblocker. "But what the fuck do you think you're doing to my employee?"

It suddenly occurred in his tiny fucking brain that you were the goddamn owner, seeing how his expression drops and his shoulders sag, bowing his head. "Shit. Sorry, but he was askin' for it and-"

Evidently, that was the worst possible thing he could've said because you growled, lips upturned, eyes ablaze at the sheer fucking audacity.

"Get the fuck out."

"But-"

"Get the fuck out, before I plant a goddamn bullet in your skull and toss you in the fucking aquarium to make you into fish chow."

The man squirms, obviously unnerved. The whole bar's attention was turned to you and the drunkard, while Izuku was frozen in the background. He'd.. never really seen you so angry before- and even if you didn't raise your voice, your threats held so much promise it was actually frightening.