𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝 ☆ k. bakugo

30; foreign menus, dijon mustard, and shortcuts

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"Good evening!" A female receptionist smiled at them, her all-black uniform with gold accents made it clear that she worked here.

The two teenagers arrived at Grand Tsukuyomi after 10 minutes worth of walking. The time they spent together walking to their destination, though Katsuki answered Eli's questions with curses and a couple of 'can you shut the fuck up?', Eli enjoyed their walk nonetheless.

Katsuki, however, just wanted the night to end and for them to part ways. The only reason why he said yes to going out to dinner with Eli was that eating fancy french cuisine would be better than eating sad convenience store food alone.

So here he was, with Eli in one of the most well-known high-end restaurants in Tokyo.

"Yes, hello! Akimoto Eli, reservations for two persons?" 

Katsuki took a look inside the restaurant, and see that almost everyone was wearing the most simple yet elegant and luxurious clothing. From long gowns to the shiniest dresses, the people inside wore them with pride and grace.

The receptionist nodded at the young girl. "Akimoto Eli... There! You reserved two seats at the banquet area and decided to pay in advance for your meals."

Katsuki leaned back as he inspected the restaurant's name. Le Gavroche

How the fuck do you read that?

Eli shifted as she asked another question. "Uhm, can you repeat to me how much I paid in advance?"

"Sure thing!" 

Katsuki glanced at her. "Why'd you paid in advance?" 

The girl in white turns to him. "Hmm? Oh, just so I could have a budget."

"Okay, for the reservation under Ms. Akimoto Eli... You have paid five hundred thousand Yen in advance!" The female grins.

The ash-blond widens his eyes at the huge amount. "F-five hundred fucking thousand?!!" He repeats, facing the girl and barking at her. "You're budget is half a million Yen?!" 

Eli furrows her eyebrows at him like he was someone foreign. "Well, you don't have to yell it out loud–"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"If there's no problem, then I would happily escort you to your reserved seats." The woman kindly asked as she stepped out of her place.

Katsuki clicked his tongue as he ignored the two and turned away, feeling as though he wouldn't be able to pay for his meals, which he originally planned to do.

Again, fucking rich kids.

"Hey, you okay?" She asked sweetly, tilting her head as she checked her friend's face.