"Wow, are these Oreos?" Tsukauchi asked.
"Yes."
"I love Oreos so much, you have no idea-" he began, quickly getting cut off by his superior.
"He once got gifted twenty boxes of oreos form people at the station and he ate them all by the end of holidays. That was last year."
"Wow... I love Oreos too but not that much. I'm really a sucker for my cravings."
"Same though," Fatgum said.
"Could I have another?" The chief asked.
"Of course. Does it taste any good? My tastes are a bit odd so..."
"I think it's delightful. Smooth and creamy, melting in your mouth but there's a bit of crunch from the crust and even from the Oreo bits. I really enjoy this."
"I think if you're giving it to a kid though, it could stand to be a bit sweeter, and a bit more solid? I don't really know how that works though," Tsukauchi said.
"Keep the creaminess, but make it more solid at room temperature, and make it sweeter..."
"Of course Oreo themed will surely be a hit," Tsukauchi said with a thumbs up. Akiyo smiled.
"Alright. Thank you, I really needed feedback from another person...."
"If you have any other Oreo themed things, I'd love to try them," he said. She hummed, remembering the one time she made that black cocoa Oreo cupcake. Those were the good times.
Scratch that. She did that because she was feeling like shit.
"I'll definitely let you know... in that case, could I get your number?"
"Sure!"
They switched phones and entered a number in contacts, before swapping again. She sent a Hello and he responded with an Oreo sticker.
She deadpanned. And sent a cat sticker.
"No," she said.
"Can I put my number too? You live a bit far from the main road so if anyone tries to mug you again..."
He could almost hear Tsukauchi laughing at his awkwardness, Jeanist taking a sip from his strawberry iced tea, which by the way was delightful.
"Yeah. Here."
She handed him her phone and he quickly typed his number, double then triple checking to make sure he didn't get it wrong.
"In that case, I'll give you mine as well, in case you see something suspicious. Suspicious sighting reports often get ignored by the police department because we're swamped with having to arrive at every crime scene the heroes uncover, but you're nearby so it'll be quite easy. If you have any chocolate things..."
"Of course, I'll let you know. So chocolate, Oreos, no preference... Best Jeanist-san?"
"I quite enjoy tea. And vanilla sponge cakes, as well as lemon tarts."
"Lovely choice."
"Hari-san, when will you be opening?" Tsukauchi asked.
"I don't know. But I think once the place is fully stocked, I'll start a public instagram account for the shop and make a website so I can take orders... these things are pretty tedious but I'm not in a hurry to open up anytime soon."
"So let me know when you open, I'd like to be there on your opening day. Do you have an idea on what your hours will be like?"
"1 pm to 11 pm, possibly? I might bump it down to 9 hours instead, But I intend to keep the morning as well as lunch time closed so I have time to go get things."
"What about your catering? Most catering services come for dinners, like company dinners," The chief said.
"I intended to hire an employee, but I have yet to put up a notice. I need a license to put signs up on the street..."
"I've got a friend who knows a guy in culinary school. I could ask for you," Tsukauchi said.
"Culinary school? That might be a lot, to be honest, and they won't get a lot of foot traffic. I think I'll just look around for someone who likes coffee and doesn't have a job."
"We can do background checks for you, please don't hire someone you don't know at all," the chief said. They all knew at this point that she was a tad bit... well, she's kooky. And she didn't care.
"If you want to."
The Oreo bars disappeared quickly into the stomachs of the hungry heroes and officers.
"Do you know where the closest liquor store is-"
"Hold on, you aren't allowed anywhere near the liquor store, I swear you're going to drink all of it."
Everyone looked at Fatgum in confusion.
"No I won't, I just need some for some bon bons I wanted to make-"
"That is such a lie."
"Are you even an adult?" Tsukauchi asked bluntly. She groaned.
"Yes I'm an adult I'm twenty, oh, my ID I totally forgot."
They all blinked.
Oh yeah. Their whole reason for coming here was forgotten as soon as they tasted the food.
"Darn, hang on a sec."
"Wait, you're still in your pyjamas," Best Jeanist told her. She froze.
"Right, I forgot about that."
She started running, and the steps weren't even audible. The chief blinked.
"She's really fast."
"That's part of her quirk."
"On top of telekinesis? Because she did make cups float back there," Tsukauchi said, getting a bit suspicious.
"Yeah. Yamamoto-san also called her Kal El? Apparently Superman from the comics has the same quirk as she does."
"So she has a quirk from a comic book."
"Yeah... ohs you're right that's a bit weird."
Tsukauchi looked up, seeing the young lady in a button up white blouse, with plain black pants.
"If you're wondering about my past, there isn't that much to tell."
"How come?" Best Jeanist asked.
"How do I put this... I don't know anything."
"What do you mean?" The chief pressed.
"Just that. I'm an orphan. Well, now I'm an adult and I have a house... I was an orphan."
They all drew a collective cringe.
"Sorry, you didn't want to talk about it and we ended up forcing you-" Taishiro began. She shook her head, sitting in the foldable chair she had put out before.
"Nah, it's just weird and not really something I feel like finding out."
"I see. Are you not concerned at all? About your parents, even if you never knew them?" The chief asked. Akiyo's eyes went dark.
"They were never there, so why should I care?"
That stabbed a bit at all of them, but no one said a thing, until Tsukauchi broke the silence.
"What about your quirk?"
"Oh, that. I..."
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Kal El (Boku no Hero Academia)
FanfictionReborn with the most cliché superpower, without weakness. Enhanced strength, flight, laser eyes, freeze breath, flame breath, extreme durability and high speed analysis. She is, essentially, the perfect superhero. But the thing is, she isn't interes...