𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙋𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙠 | 「E. Todoroki x Reader」

Chapter 1

"Another day, another dollar," I say as I walk up to the bar I work at. I've been working here for about a year now. It was great at first... until it wasn't.

The incident happened 4 months after I started working there. I was opening up the bar and as I went to clock in I was greeted with something no one wants to be greeted with at 6 in the morning. There in the staff room was my co-worker's dead body hanging from the ceiling. We weren't that close but we worked the same shifts so I was hit pretty hard. His name was Jack. He'd left a suicide note stating why he'd done it, but something felt off. The way the note was written, it was obvious that it was written by a right-handed person. Jack was left-handed, I could tell by the way he made his drinks. I urged the police to look further into the incident but they closed the case and ensured me that they were the professionals an that they knew what they were doing. I can't argue with law enforcement so all I could do was move on. Maybe they were right? Maybe I was being paranoid.

Soon after, a new guy was hired. His name was Yoshimitsu, but I called him Yoshi for short. He was a pretty sweet guy. He stood at 180 cm, he had dark blue hair and grey eyes, and he was kind of a doofus. But he always managed to make me laugh every shift. I was a bit shaken up after the incident so I tried to avoid having to open the bar. Yoshi volunteered to take the earliest shift for me. He opens the bar, I close the bar. It all works out.

Today was like any other day.

I walk into the bar at 7, say "Good Morning," to Yoshi, clock in, and start making drinks.

Our bar also has a small kitchen where the Chef, who arrives at 9, makes a few small, surprisingly good, dishes.

I go to my space and begin making drinks.

Everything is going smoothly until around 10 pm. A guy comes in and orders a medium lasagna.

Now I said the food was good but I didn't say it was cheap.

"That'll be 1183.91 yen, sir."

"WHAT! THAT'S OUTRAGEOUS!"

I jump at his sudden outburst.

"Sorry, sir. I don't make the rules here."

"Whatever," he scoffs and chucks the money at me.

Now at this point, I'm the only bartender left. Yoshi has gone home to his family, and I'm left to take care of drinks until 12.

I sign and stoop down to pick up the money. As I'm gathering the bills I hear the door close and a chorus of gasps.

Did I mention I'm the only person working? Not to mention, I'm a girl.

I quickly stand up and see the guy who chucked money at me being held up by the collar by a tall, muscular man. He has to be about 193 cm in height. He has red hair and is sporting a black suit.

"I suggest, next time you hand her the money."
He puts the man down and he scurries out of the bar.

The man glares at the rest of the bar and they all turn back to what they were doing.

His attention finally turns to me. I tense up in his gaze.

He sits down at a barstool right in front of me and orders an old fashioned.

I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding and turn around to make his drink. I can feel his eyes on me. The air was thick.

"So, I guess I should be thanking you, huh?" I say pouring his drink and setting it down in front of him.

He grunts as a silent 'Thank You.'
"Thank me for what?" His voice is gruff and deep. It makes me shiver.

"For standing up for me."