Kal El (Boku no Hero Academia)

Chapter 9: Meet the Police

"I was just trying to get my amazon package, I missed the time for the pickup because I slept in-"

"Enough. We'll-"

"Chief, it's fine. She owns a shop around the corner, and she was the chef at the holiday party yesterday."

The dog police officer's arms lowered.

"Oh. How can you be sure she isn't an imposter?"

"Her quirk, she used it just now to evade the man that fell out the window," Best Jeanist said, pointing to a bunch of dudes knocked out and tied up.

"Those are the guys who tried to mug me."

"See? She's cool," Taishiro said, having already deflated. He was holding his pants up. Akiyo gave him a scrutinizing look.

"Why don't you get a belt?"

"They always break."

"Stretchy pants?"

"Too tight."

"How about a leotard-"

"Absolutely not-"

"I will have to concur."

"Right?" Akiyo asked, turning to Best Jeanist.

"Ah, hang on, ugh... I don't wanna break my idea... mister officer? In the front, if you come to my shop I can verify my identity. I just left my wallet at home."

"That's fine, if Best Jeanist and Fatgum trust you," he said.

"Okay, I have some fridge treats, if you'd like?"

"Fridge treats? The second officer asked as the dog hybrid officer told the other men to gather up the captured criminals and take them to be interrogated.

"Is everything clear?" The dog hybrid asked Best Jeanist, who nodded.

"I'm making a fridge treat prototype for an acquaintance whose student has dairy allergies. It's super easy to make and if you start in the morning everyone can take one after school."

"I'm actually not a fan of dairy," the dog hybrid police officer asked.

"Is coconut milk okay?"

"I've tried drinking it, and it's a little too thick."

"From a can?"

"Yes."

"That's why. Canned coconut milk is full fat, and coconut fat alone is solid at room temperature. It was probably something like a cream."

"Yeah," the police chief said, surprised.

"Well, the dessert is exactly that, but just the solid portion, the cream. I saved the other stuff to make smoothies. Ah, what are your names?"

"Tsuragamae Kenji, I'm the Chief of Police."

"Ah, sorry, I didn't know what you looked like-"

"It's okay, most people don't," he said. She nodded, dropping the issue.

"Naomasa Tsukauchi, I'm an inspector."

"That's cool. Do you not need to, like, check out that building?" She asked, noticing her package and picking it up after checking to see her name printed on it, or rather Secret Place. She was gonna name her café that. Probably cliché but she liked it like that.

"Best Jeanist cleared it out."

"Ah. Oh, you'll have to forgive me, my shop isnt really set up much, and we only have booths for you to sit in at the moment-"

"It's fine. You have anything to drink?"

"Yeah. Are any of you opposed to an iced fruit tea? Not the bottled stuff."

"I'd love to try," Tsukauchi said.

"Alrighty. But you all have to promise not to take people here. Youths whole point is you gotta get lost to find the place, but since I could get arrested we make an exception."

Taishiro chuckled and she showed them through some narrow paths, the box clanking in her arms.

"I can carry that for you."

"With your pants falling off?"

Taishiro covered his face in embarrassment, forgetting that he was holding the hem of his pants.

"Fuck you."

"In your dreams."

Tsukauchi laughed at his once classmate.

Taishiro raises an eyebrow.

"Is it just me or does it look more set up?"

"It does, I added warmer light bulbs. You can sit here, I'll bring everything down."

"Alright," Best Jeanist said, and they all sat at the booth.

"Oh, it's quite comfortable," he said. He touched the seat.

"This is very good quality for such a new shop."

"Ah, Yamamoto-san is her benefactor."

"That Yamamoto-san?" Tsukauchi asked. Fatgum nodded.

"Yeah."

"She did cause a bit of a stir at your table yesterday, didn't she?" Kenji asked.

"Oh, yeah."

"Sorry, I'm a bit of a wonky person so you'll have to forgive me for any problems I caused yesterday."

"It's quite alright- ah."

There were five glasses floating behind her, a jug and five plates of dessert all on one arm.

"Sorry, I know I'm not supposed to use my quirk and stuff but there were a lot of things I forgot I had to carry..."

"Well..."

"Do you accept food bribes?" She asked, gently placing the plates in front of each person.

"I hope it tastes good," she said and poured their glasses.

The police chief was the first to eat after saying thanks. It truly looked delicious, but it was a cold dessert.

It was perfect considering they'd all just worked up a sweat.