Natalee has been working in the same old stupid coffee shop for years, somehow people expect the cardboard box with chairs in it to be a furnished Starbucks and ask for custom drinks with ingredients they didn't even have.
'Why does everyone ask for custom drinks when there is a sIGN THAT SAYS WE DONT DO CUSTOM DRINKS WHA T.', Natalee thought to herself angrily as she finished cleaning up the remains of Sangwoo's ashes someone scattered all over the damn floor.
She was exhausted and tired from all the nonstop annoying customers and just wanted to go home.
Natalee then put away her broom and picker-upper, (after sprinkling some ashes in the coffee mix of course), she set her course back to her little sitting area behind the counter.
She just started to relax til OF COURSE the little bell on the door rang, signally a costumer had just entered the building.
Natalee rolled her eyes as she tucked her phone back in her hoodie. Looking to the ground, she dragged her feet to her station area and once she leaned her wait on one leg she finally looked up, only to need to blink a few times.
There in front of her was the smexiest, most a
plumped and pimped up motherfucker, floofy hair that's been dipped in Greek god's blood, Mariah Carrey quaking skinny waisted, eyes that said "no promises" to when a father asked their daughter's date to come back at 9:30 pm on prom night, and mother fucking MOMMY MILKERS, THE WHOLE VALLEY, BAZONKAS, HONKER-OONIES, LITTERALLY EVERY OTHER SYNONYM FOR BIG BOOBS.
Natalee relax. Calm your shit. Bitch.
She stared at him in absolute awe, while the bratty blonde was glancing at the menu angrily.
After a few seconds of looking at the menu, he looked downwards, straight into Natalee's eyes, with unwavering intimidation.
The blonde looks around, as if figuring out of the coast was clear, and then grumbles, "Gimme a vanilla coconut cream macchiato with chocolate chips and caramel. No foam."
Natalee wanted to actually burst out laughing at the sheer surprise that someone so intimidating could order something that's like pure diabetes, but held herself together and just said "mhm" in a much higher tone for having to hold in her laugh.
She shakes her head 'This is a job' she reminds herself. "Is that it?" She asks.
"Yeah."
She told him the price and he payed, regular customer to cashier convo.
"What's your name?"
The blonde looks around at the empty building, "There's nobody fuckin here."
Usually Natalee didn't care to write down names because there was so little costumers that it wasn't hard to remember, but she was intrigued to know more about this hUnK.
"Oh it's uh.. job procedure." Natalee came up with on the spot.
The boy squinted, untrusting, "It's Bakuguo."
Then Natalee just did her regular barista procedure and made Bakugou's adorable drink while Bakugou leaned against the wall waiting.
When she was done she went to the counter and placed it down, for a blonde to angrily yank it, and down the whole fucking thing in one go, and then just proceeded to walk away like NOTHING happened, and tossed the empty cup into the trash can and walked out the door.
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Bakugou continued to visit the coffee shop every single day from that day on, each day getting a sweeter drink. As each day progressed Natalee would try to have small talk with him but it was very awkward and whenever it happened, as soon as he left, Natalee would would crash her forehead onto the counter hoping it would end her life then and there. She only knew that he went to UA highschool, and goes to the gym (he had a gym bag one day) really, since not all her conversation ploys worked. But she was slowly gaining more confidence since Bakugou hadn't murdered her yet.
After a silver haired, blue eyed boy and black, green-tinted, brown eyed probably boyfriend ordered FOURTEEN hot chocolates, which by the way, the silver haired boy chugged thirteen of them as if it was NOTHING, left, finally the highlight to her work day arrived, Bakugou.
This time the world decided to give Natalee a token of hope in this world because Bakugou was wearing a whole ass v-neck tank top, that showed both his muscles and his boobs.
But the world was actually kicking her in the balls because subconsciously, like the fool she is, had the words, "Wow you're hot" roll off her tongue before she could stop them.
Bakugou blinked at her, dumbfounded, phone in hand.
"I'm a homosexual you fuckwipe."
Then he proceeds to unlock his phone and showcase his home screen which was a red spiky haired, shark toothed, beauty smiling with closed eyes.
Natalee had never more wanted to commit fork outlet so bad. 'That's it' she concluded, 'Ending it all.'
Bakugou, undeterred, then just ordered his drink, chugged it per usual, and left without a word.
Natalee just started at nothing for a while and then sat down to continue to stare at nothing, regretting her entire existence.
Natalee is now drowning in an indescribable emptiness.
She felt the room shake and the world felt heavy.
But it turns out the room shaking wasn't metaphorical. The building was actually vibrating, and before she even got up there was a loud crash to her left and a giant whole in the wall, opening to the outside.
She was now on her feet, terrified, looking in front of her to see a stinger like thing retract itself from creating the hole in wall.
Then a green and purple, unknown figure walked gently, barefooted onto the rubble that was scattered all over the originally clean coffee shop floor.
She was beyond terrified but also weirdly attracted? Idk man she had issues.
The green and purple figure walked forward toward Natalee.
"Hello."
