Fantic

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7

Just as Katsuki told Izuku the other day, he started visiting the cafe often. Mostly because he liked teasing the younger boy, he found it amusing seeing the boy flush and get red at almost everything he said. Today was one of those days he 'visited' the shop.

Izuku rolled his eyes as the ash-blonde walked through the door. Katsuki sat down at a table as he waited to be served. One of Izuku's co-workers went up to the customer. "Welcome to the ma-"..

"Can i have a different server?" Katsuki cut off the girl.

"Um okay, sorry" she mumbled as she went to the counter.

"Izuku" she called out before handing him the order notebook. "Here, he wants 'a different server'" she mocked the blonde. Izuku just wanted to work in peaceee!

He stomped over to Katsuki. "Welcome to the fucking maid cafe. What the hell do you want?" Izuku asked. Katsuki frowned at the language, "You better watch your fucking mouth, I don't like this attitude, fix it or... I'll get your manager". He grunted.

Izuku flushed red but not in embarrassment but in anger. Izuku re framed from hurting the jerk in front of him, instead he calmed his breathing down before speaking again. "Hello! Welcome to the maid cafe! How can i help you?" Izuku said in a fake cheery voice. Katsuki frowned but accepted it. He ordered the same thing he did every time he went to the cafe. Izuku walked away as he started making the order.

'Ding' the front entrance bell rang as a new customer walked through the door. Izuku looked up, but wish he hadn't. His eyes went wide and his heart skipped a beat, as his eyes met with the guy who just walked through the door. Izuku's breathing sped up as the guy walked up to the counter. Before the male could say anything, Izuku was already on his way out. He quickly sprinted towards the back of cafe where only the workers were aloud.

He tried to calm his breathing down by counting but it wasn't working. What was HE doing here? Izuku thought he'd never see that face again. Tears steamed down his face as the memories of his past relationship came flooding through his mind. Izuku looked in his pocket to pull out his phone. His hands shook as he searched for Shoto's phone number, finding it he tried calling. The number went to voice mail.

Me: Shoto where are you?

Me: Please come get me

Izuku searched for his brother's contact, hoping he would answer

Me: Big bro?

Me: Are you able to pick me up?

Me: Please...

No one answered, Izuku wasn't surprised though, they're usually at work this time of day. Like he is.

Izuku took one last breath in, deciding to suck it up and get this over with. He stood up as he dusted his costume off. He wiped his tears and made sure his face wasn't puffy. Finally, Izuku walked back up to the counter. He looked around to see that his ex was already sitting at the table, his co- worker taking the males order.

Izuku looked over at the male, who instantly made eye contact with him. The male looked no different from when Izuku left him. He was still about 6'5, with thick and curly orange hair. His skin was just as pale as always, blending is with the few freckles he had on his face. His eyes matching the bright orange color of his hair. And MAN, he was still ripped.

Izuku broke eye contact with the horrible man he called his ex. Izuku went back to working, still feeling two eyes stare into the back of his head. Izuku could see the man staring at him from the corner of his eye. Izuku tried to ignore the feeling but it made him sick. Izuku wanted to run out of that cafe right then and there, but that would risk him being fired.

After about 30 minutes, Izuku looked over to see the male still sitting there, staring at Izuku. Izuku looked over at the other table Katsuki was still sitting at.

Why were they both still here??? Don't these men have jobs? Or did they just like bothering Izuku? Are they doing this to irritate the boy?

Izuku's ex kept his eyes up at the counter. One of the other maids went to tell the male that he couldn't stay there if he was done, so he just ordered something new each time. Thankfully he never called Izuku over to serve him.

Izuku was cleaning up, as he started closing up the shop. His co-workers had ended their shifts and tonight, he was on clean up duty. Thankfully the male had left the cafe, but Katsuki was still there.

Izuku huffed, "Kacchan why are you still here? Do you want something??" Izuku asked, irritated.

Katsuki shook his head no as he continued looking out of the window. Izuku just continued cleaning, eventually finishing after wiping off the tables. He grabbed his bag and keys as he headed towards the door, almost forgetting about the blonde.

"Kacchan you have to leave now were closed" Izuku stated. Katsuki stood up and walked over to the door.

"Izuku wait. I stayed because there's a man that was in here staring and watching your every move" Katsuki responded, worry in his voice.

Izuku sighed, "I know Katsuki, h- he's my ex..."Izuku mumbled.

"Well, your 'ex' is sitting outside waiting for you" Katsuki pointed outside the window. There he was, his ex was sitting in a blue jeep, waiting.

Izuku's breath hitched. Imagine if Kacchan wasn't there..he probably would've tried to kidnap him or some shit like that. He did it once before..

"Come home with me, he'll think we're heading to your house but we'll go to mine. That way, he won't know where you live". Izuku sighed. He already felt like he owed the blonde for saving him TWICE at the bar, and now here he is. Saving Izuku's sorry ass again.

"Okay Kacchan, I'll text Shoto about the situation then we can head out....Thank you," he mumbled the last part.

Katsuki nodded as Izuku pulled out his phone to text Shoto. Once he was finished, they headed outside to Katsuki's orange truck. They soon pulled off towards Bakugou's house.