(PG-13, Modern Quirkless College AU)
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"Hmm.."
"For fucks sake, dumbass! Order!"
Shouto could practically see the spiky-blonde-haired barista fuming.
He should have been offended, he knew that. But instead he just laughed, apologized, and ordered a pumpkin spice latte.
"Well shit, I thought you were gonna be cool, and then you go and order that BS. I should've expected that shit from you and your stupid man-bun." He groaned. "What size of that pansy drink do you want?"
"Grandé."
"Mhm. Name?"
"Shouto."
"And how do you spell that?"
Shouto blinked a couple times, his brow furrowing.
The barista looked up at him, eyebrow raised. "Do you not know how to spell your own damn name?"
"I..- No, no I just.." He frowned. "No one has ever asked that. Don't you guys have some sort of a name game?.. See who can screw up the most?"
The barista rolled his eyes, his body almost seeming to follow suit. "I don't play those stupid-ass games. It's a waste of the customers time, as well as mine. Now tell me how to spell your name- if you remember it, that is." He glanced behind Shouto, smirked slightly, then looked back. "Better hurry up. The extras behind you look like they're about to murder you."
Shouto didn't even bother looking back, knowing full well how other students could get. "Sorry. S-h-o-u-t-o."
"Sho..uto. Got it. Go," He waved vaguely in the direction of the end of the counter. "Wait over there." Then called 'next customer' as he handed the cup off to a girl, and he started taking other people's orders.