S'been a while isn't it? I miss you guys so much!
That's Mori Jin in the media and it's completely unrelated to the effin' story. He's really cute tho.
Let's start shall we.
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Midoriya Izuku loves his job.
Practically because he loves coffee so fucking much, he'll consider marrying it. Isn't that cute ?! Deku X Coffee.
Anyway.
Midoriya loving his job doesn't mean he loves his costumers too.
Specially the new ones.
They act like crazy rascals.
Excuse me ?!
This is a café, not a cheap bar they go to every night!
Midoriya feels like exploding every time someone tries to disrespect his colleague.
Last time, Uraraka got groped by a fucking costumer.
The gay's lucky that Bakugou got him first before Midoriya.
If not.......
None of that now.
Midoriya is assigned to the counter.
"I-I---I'm so s-sorry!"
Midoriya perked up.
He saw Yaoyorozu bowing to a man.
The man has coffee stains adorning his -not so- clean shirt.
And the staring at Yaoyorozu like a hungry animal.
The grotesque man moved swiftly and held Yaoyorozu's waist in his ugly excuse of an arm as Yaoyorozu squeaked in horror.
"You spilled my coffee darling, how about having fun as a payment?" The man said with his disgusting yucky voice.
Momo is quivering in fear as the man lowered his hand in her ass. She tried to push him off but the man is slurprisingly strong.
Midoriya can't take the scene anymore and Bakuhoe Katsukitty is nowhere to be found.
He marched his way out of the counter and swatted Yaoyorozu off of the man's steroid loaded arms.
His arms looks like soggy noodles.
His pure rage contained in the deepest part of his body starts to resurface but he kept himself calm.
He didn't want to get fired because of damage.
Though his face remains impassive, other regular can feel the pure aura of rage emitting from the young man's body.
"I'm sorry about the coffee sir, we can give you a refill if you want."
"No, that bitch spilled it and I want her!"
He shooed Yaomomo off the scene -to the man's protest- as he doesn't want his friend to hear what he is going to say next.
He lifted his right leg and stomped on the chair nearby, showing off his porcelain white skin.
"How about me sir, don't you want me ~?" He purred.
Eat that bitch.
The crowd is silent but he knows that everybody is waiting for the man's reaction.
The man's face flashes emotions of disgust as he eyed my body before morphing into a wicked smirk.
This man.
Is disgusting.
As fuck.
"Well, I think you'll do good as an alternative for my coffee."I
"Oh, I'm sorry sir but I changed my mind!" I said as I lowered my leg on the floor.
That's JLo for you soggy man!
"What?!" The man screamed in pure rage.
"You fucki---"
"I'm really sorry sir, but your coffee is black and I'm pretty much sure I don't swing that way!"
"You see, I'm more into vanilla type kind of guy so...."
"It's either that you get a refill and leave or we'll return your money and leave. Don't fret sir, because we serve the best coffee here so I'm going to make sure that you'll never come back again!"
You decide what kind of voice I used when I said that.
I snatched a few yens from the cashier and gave it to the terrified man.
And I am terrified, for the first time and the last time--
That I'm going to sing while typing this.
Anyway.
The man ran off as I held the door open for him.
"Have a -terrible- bearable day sir!"
"Please come -fuck- back again!"
Never ever compare Midoriya Izuku with Black Coffee again.
He's Vanilla.
***
I don't know if that even makes sense to you.
Welp. At least I can understand what I'm writing.
I have a pretty wild imagination that can't be put to words that's why I'm having a really hard time constructing it.
