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Smitten Kitten chapter 2

You were so excited for today. Your first hire, Ochaco Uraraka, was starting today! Her bubbly disposition and drive made her the perfect first employee. You were finishing up prepping the day’s dough for the cookies, when the bell on top of the door rang out. You turned and were just in time to catch Uraraka running in, with a mile-wide grin on her cheeks. “(L/n)-senpai! I made it in time!” You smiled and ruffled her hair. “Yep, you did. Ready to start your first day?” She giggled and struck a pose. “Yep!” You could nearly explode from how cute she was.

After you hired her, you had spent a day just getting to know her. You learned about her family, the school she was going to, her favorite type of tea, everything. You cared about her, a lot. So, if you maybe paid her a little more than you paid yourself, and if you gave her all the leftovers from the day-old baked goods, then that was your own little secret. You handed her the café uniform, and grinned. “Alright, Uraraka. Go and change in the break room, and then you can come out and start baking these cookies.” The café uniform was simple, a puffy, knee length dress in the persons favorite color, with a black and crème colored apron, black leggings for wintertime, and a pair of cat ears. It’s not the most traditional uniform, but you loved it.

She came out, and you had to suppress a squeal. “You look perfect! Okay, picture time!” You set up your camera and went and posed with Uraraka. The picture came out perfectly, and it was no doubt going to be your center photo. You had gotten a lot of photos in the last week, and you knew they were all perfect. Some of your favorites were the man from last night, some quiet kid with dark hair and elfin ears playing with Jade, a purple haired kid asleep on the table with Hermeowne on his shoulders, and Gāgoiru batting at a bird-headed kid’s shadow. That was an entertaining afternoon, as the shadow had animated, and batted right back. Gāgoiru could have woken the dead with his scream.

“Alright, Uraraka. The oven is preheated, so you just have to pop the cookies in and set the timer for about twenty minutes. Then, come up to the front counter and I will show you how to make the cappuccino.” She nodded and went in the back to do so. You went up to the front and grabbed some to-go cups to teach her. She came out a little later and nodded. “Alright! Cookies are in the oven!” You grinned. “Good! Now, a cappuccino is just a lot of milk and some espresso.” You turn to the fridge underneath the counter and take out the milk as you talk. Pointing to the different types, you continue, “Here, we have almond, coconut, dairy free, soy, and regular. We also have dairy free alternatives for all of our add-ins.” Uraraka nearly has stars in her eyes. “We have all that? You must really care about people!” You laugh. “Yeah. Also, we have individual machines for the nut milks and the dairy and dairy alternatives.” You point to where the two steamers sit. “The white one is for dairy and dairy alternatives, and the black one is for nuts.

“We also have a separate kitchen area for gluten free bakery products, but that is not your area. You are going to be my main coffee girl, okay?” “Okay!” You hand her a cup, and one of the steamed milks you had prepared. You walk her through making espresso, and how to get it at just the right consistency. You and her pour the layers in, and then you finish up with showing her how you make your cat design with the milk. You pour in a practiced motion and swirl it just so. She sticks her tongue out slightly, concentrating, and pours it slowly, and her face drops at the end result. You stifle laughter at her cat, which came out more like a blob with ears. You snap a quick picture for your Instagram, and then pat her head. “It’s okay. My first cat sucked too.” The oven beeped, and you go into the kitchen, and go to grab the pan with your bare hands. As you do, your skin thickens, and the feeling leaves your hands. Uraraka shrieks, “(L/n)-sensei! What are you doing?”

You look at her while setting down the pan. “What?” She points at your hands. “What was that?” You look down and realize what she means. “Oh… that. Yeah, that’s a part of my quirk.” Her eyes seemed to turn into stars again. “B-but I thought your quirk was the smell you exude! Like... Like aromatherapy!” You laugh. “Yeah, that’s a part of it too. I should probably give you an explanation of my quirk, yeah?” She grins. “Yeah, that would be awesome!” You take a breath, and she shouts out “WAIT! One of my friends, Deku, he would love this! Can I call him, and you explain to him, too?” You blink, and then grin. “Yeah, of course! Actually, it’s Saturday, and you could probably use a break to think over everything so far. Why don’t you go get him? You can stay in uniform if you want to.” She gasps. “Can I?” “Yeah, no problem. I’ll hold down the fort. See ya in a few, Uraraka!” She grins and waves, running off.

A few minutes pass, and you are drinking an energy drink at the counter. You don’t need it right now, but you like the taste. The man from last night walks in, and he is wearing some really weird clothes. He really likes his scarves long, apparently. You smile and wave. “Hello sir! What would you like?” He eyes your drink apathetically. He looks at you. His eyes look irritated, and he looks even more irritated. “Tea. Quickly. To go.” Well, back to rudeness it seems. “Alright sir! Enjoy our cat room!” He turns, and you hesitate. “Do you have any allergies, sir?” He doesn’t even look your way. “No.” He walks into the cat room and sits in the same spot he was in yesterday.

You begin making his tea, and then grab a napkin and a cookie. You write on the napkin, ‘I hope your day improves! Have a cookie on the house!’ You draw a stylized cat on it and wrap it around the cookie. He didn’t specify the flavor, so you make it your energy house blend, a raspberry ginger tea, with a splash of lemon. You pop it in a to-go cup and tape the cookie onto it. The man stands up from where he was petting Nimbus, the grizzled old ragdoll. He grabs the cup, stuffs about 800 yen into your hand, and walks out without so much as a thank you.

You huff and pick up Nimbus. He hangs in your arms and starts purring. “Well, he was rude. You must’ve loved him, Nim.” He purrs at you, deep and raspy. You kiss his head and set him down. You walk out, just in time to catch Uraraka and some green haired kid running into the shop. You grin. “Hey kids, about time you got back! The rudest guy just left, but you probably could’ve gotten him to crack a smile, Uraraka.” She blushes at the compliment and turns to introduce the boy to you. “Thank you, Senpai! This is Deku, I-I mean, Izuku Midoriya! He loves learning about people’s quirks!” You ruffle her hair and smile at Midoriya. “Sounds good! Would you like anything from the café?” “N-no ma’am, thank you!” You shrugged and handed him and Uraraka a cookie. “Take a seat in the cat area, I will be over soon to explain!”

They head off, and you walk to the register. You were just planning on cashing the man’s money, when you got hit by a sudden wave of people. For the next hour, people were coming in and out. You even had to bring Uraraka back into the mix just to be able to keep up! The kid, Midoriya, stayed in the room, where he sat quietly, doing his homework. You helped him a few times with his English, when you had a moment. After the wave ended, you sat down next to the kids with a huff and cracked open another energy drink. “Alright, time to learn about my quirk.” Midoriya looked at you excitedly, you were pretty sure there were literal stars in his eyes. Uraraka sat next to him, just as eager. Midoriya spoke, “This is the first time anyone has ever let me ask them everything before! Thank you so much, (L/n)-senpai!” You smile, and then feel the familiar weight of Gāgoiru settle on your shoulders. He starts purring, and you relax. Midoriya perks up then and raises his hand. You laugh. “Yes, Midoriya?” “D-does your quirk have to do with the scent in the shop?” You laugh again and give him a thumbs up. “Hit a part of the nail! It does! How did ya get that one?” He points at Gāgoiru. “It intensified when he settled on you.” You smile and reach up to pet him. “Good senses, kid! You’re smart.” He blushes, and stammers out, “Th-thank y-you!” “Okay, so my quirk is unique, even for most quirks. Uraraka-kun saw another part of my quirk today with the cookies, and you both are seeing another aspect right now.” Uraraka gasps, and pats Midoriya on the shoulder. “That’s right! She pulled cookies out of the oven with her bare hands! But, senpai, how are we seeing your quirk right now?” You give them a conspiratorial smile. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.” They lean in, holding their breath. You drop your voice down to a whisper for dramatic effect. “I haven’t slept in eight days.” Midoriya falls out of his chair. “W-WHHAAAAAT??” Uraraka looks equally shocked. You laugh, a full belly laugh that leaves tears in your eyes.

“Alright, so my quirk. Basically, whatever my body decides it needs to prevent itself from harm, it does. I call it the idiot’s instinct, but it is officially known as preservation. I can’t heal myself, and I do age, but I never get sick, and I can go long stretches without sleeping. My body also modifies itself to protect against the elements when it can, so in cases of heat, like that oven, my skin thickens, and I don’t feel pain. If it was, say, ice, my skin would thicken, and I would grow a layer of fat to keep warm.” Midoriya is writing furiously, and then he speaks up. “And the smell?” You take another sip of the drink and continue talking. “The smell is my body protecting itself. Usually, it is a calming smell, but if I am really scared or sad or something like that, it... shifts, in a way. Makes people want to comfort me, and it can make them feel a little of what I feel. It smells different for everyone, and that is basically my body just trying to soothe everyone around me so that I end up safe because they are content.” Midoriya is writing furiously and you can almost see smoke rising from his pencil.

You spend the next hour or so bouncing back and forth between answering Midoriya’s questions, teaching Uraraka the drinks, and serving customers. Then, comes the question you didn’t realize you were dreading. “(L/n)-senpai, if your body stops doing everything but the smell when you feel safe, why haven’t you slept for eight days?” You nearly jolt to a stop, and then look at the clock. It had been three hours, so you figured it was time to deflect. “WELL, look at the time! You better get home now! Uraraka’s shift ended a half hour ago, and your parents are probably wondering what’s keeping you!” You nearly push the two of them out the door. “Thanks, have a great day!”

As they leave, figures fading into the distance, you sigh. It is almost time for it to get busy again, and your body is starting to ache, even with your quirk. The day had been long, and all you wanted was to close for Sunday and sleep with Gāgoiru. It was all you could do to keep from crying. The rush hours started, and you didn’t have time to think about that during or afterwards. It was eight, and the building was emptying out. You switched the sign to closed for Sunday, and once the last customer left, you locked the door and started cleaning. You ended with the cats and sat down with Gāgoiru. All of a sudden, your quirk deactivated, and you barely had the presence of mind to roll to the floor before sleep grasped you in its hungry grip. You felt Gāgoiru settle on your back and Nimbus settle in the curve of your chest, and then unconsciousness took you.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #aizawa imagine #reader insert #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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benthedinosaur · 4 years

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Anybody have any ideas for a name for a cat cafe? I am really struggling right now...

#please help #writers block #ack #mha #bnha

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Twitterpated - Hawks x reader

About 1.8k words of hawks fluff. I hope you enjoy!! <3

Hawks hadn’t meant to make it as much of a habit as he did. He really, really didn’t. But you made it so hard to stay away. Your tender hands and your sweetness and your hair and your voice and the way that you didn’t care about the hero world just made it so hard to stay away. He knew he should stay away, to keep you safe and keep you protected, but you were so good, and he just couldn’t. He loved you. He didn’t want to admit it, but he did. You just ruffled his feathers in a way that hurt so good, that made it feel like his heart was bursting out of his chest, and his body couldn’t even contain his feelings. He didn’t know how to handle it, so he kept coming back. Minor injuries, major injuries, once for just an ingrown feather that he could have easily taken care of himself.

Hawks had met you after a fight with some petty criminals. It had honestly been embarrassing, the way he had been taken down. One of the criminals had managed to plant something on his wings, and halfway back to the agency, his wings had seized up and he had been sent crashing down to a roof. A sickening crack filled the air and his vision went white with pain, and when he could focus again, he realized the crack had been his left wing. Shit. He tentatively sat up, vision wavering as the motion jostled his wings, and looked around. His phone was in pieces, as was his com. But that meant there would be a distress signal sent out. Funnily enough, he had landed on a roof with a pigeon coop. He dragged his way over there and laid on his stomach in front of the coop. Somebody was coming, he had no doubt. He would no doubt be brought into Recovery Girl’s soon.

Then, there was the click of a door, a soft gasp, the thud and shift of a bag falling and settling. Feet entered his vision. The sound of the flock of pigeons suddenly cooing and a gentle voice filled his ears, and he would have sworn it was an angel, even though he wasn’t dead.

“Sir! Do you need help?” You knelt in front of him, worry evident.

He grinned, pulling himself upright with barely a wince. Of course, doing so was hell, but he had to put on a good show for the civilians. “Yep! No problems here!”

You frowned, and he shifted, attempting to subtly get more comfortable, and then his vision went hazy. He bit back a whimper as his wing dragged along the ground, and he knew the lie wouldn’t hold.

You spoke, hands hovering over his wing. “Sir, is it okay if I help? Your wing looks hurt.” Your eyes darted to his for any sign of approval. His head dipped into a nod before he could stop himself, and his head was so filled with the fog of pain that he just couldn’t care that he was a pro hero and he was showing weakness.

“Alright sir. May I touch you?” He grunted in the affirmative. “This will likely hurt, sir. I apologize.” You stretched out his wing, and he swallowed a scream. You felt around his wing, and he should be stronger than this, but damn, it hurt so much. His eyes watered, and his breathing was shaky. It felt like an eternity before you set down his wing.

“I apologize for the pain. I’m going to wrap your wing now, okay sir?” He nodded, and you reached over him, opening the pigeon coop. You pulled out a roll of tape and paused. “Sir, can you fold up your good wing for me for a second, please?” He did so, and you nodded contemplatively. You took up his broken wing and folded it up too. He actually did scream, this time. You winced and paused in the movement, giving him a breather. “I’m so sorry, sir. We’re almost done, and I placed a call to 119. They should be here soon.”

“It’s okay.” His voice was strained, and the words were shaky. He was a pro, dammit. Why was he this weak? You nodded, and then began binding up his wing. It hurt, so much. So, so much. His vision was white with agony, pulsing with every brush against his broken bone. You finished after what felt like another eternity, and you pulled away.

“Alright sir. You are done.” Sirens filled the distance, and he saw lights flashing in the streets below. You stood up and held out your hand. He took it, and he was half pulled to his feet, but he had already been getting up, and he ended up colliding into you. He wrapped an arm around your neck, dropping his head down against yours. His eyes closed, and he breathed in harshly, trying to fend off the pain.

“It will be okay, sir. They’re almost up here.” You shifted so that you were supporting his weight, and you two stood there for just a little longer. Then, paramedics burst onto the roof, and he was carried away. His wing was jostled once more, and his last thought before passing out was that you were really, really pretty.

He was healed by Recovery Girl, and then he had the next two days off. He slept through most of it, and his dreams were filled with you, the mystery woman who helped him without asking for anything in return, who looked good and sounded better. The second day, he was woken up by the buzz of his agency calling him. He answered his phone, quickly alert.

“This is Hawks, how can I help you?”

“Hello sir. Sorry to interrupt you on your days off, but there has been a gift basket delivered to you. A young lady brought it. She said that you would likely need the things inside.” Hawks was definitely on alert now. He was no fool, and he knew that this could easily be something bad. But he had a small kernel of hope that maybe, just maybe, it was you. If it was you, he would have an excuse to see you again. He went down to his agency, and sure enough, there was a gift basket, and around the handle was an elegant bow made with the tape that had been wrapped around his wing. He nodded to the receptionist, took the basket, and went back to his apartment again. There, in the comfort of his room, he opened the things inside. There were three boxes.

One had a roll of tape, the kind that had bound his wing, which he smirked at. The second held a simple necklace, made with a leather cord. It had a feather attached, but it wasn’t one of his. It was a small, iridescent gray feather. There was a note with it. He slipped on the necklace and read the note. ‘Hello! My friend, Amalthea, wanted you to have this. She says that your feathers are very pretty, and that you would make a fine mate. She is offering this as a mating gift.’ On the back, there was a photo of a plump pigeon, perched on the top of your head. He snorted and pinned up the photo. This was his first bird fan mail after all. There was another note, hidden in the box. He read that one, too. ‘Apologies about Amalthea. She’s roosting right now and is not thinking straight. I hope you are well, and that your wing was healed. I did my best to help, but you are significantly larger than a normal city bird. The gray box contains a device I found on your wing, and I believe it is what caused you to fall. I gathered up what I could without directly touching it, and I hope it helps find who did this. Best regards, (L/n).’

(L/n). He had a name, now. He could find you. He grabbed the unopened gray box, dropped it off at the police station with a short explanation, and he left on a search to find you. It took him the better part of the evening to locate your building, even with the pigeon coop that was there. He had planned to just drop in, but something in him was uncomfortable with that. You had helped him and expected nothing, and you were pretty. It would just be the nice thing to do to get you something, he reasoned. So, with that thought, he swooped off to buy some chicken to share.

He returned with a bucket of chicken, and found you sitting on the roof, a picnic blanket spread on the roof. You had a sandwich, and a veritable buffet of bird seed. All kinds of birds were there, chirping happily. You were responding to them, and you looked very happy. His chest constricted, and his heart jumped into his throat. He swooped down, landing a little farther away. You turned and waved to him.

“Hey there, sir! I see the wing is better!”

“Yeah, it is. I brought you some chicken as thanks.” He smirked, trying to summon confidence he didn’t have. You smiled and motioned him over. He took a seat, and some of the birds swirled around him, twittering. You two sat together, eating chicken. He didn’t know what to say and you seemed content in the quiet, so he stayed quiet too.

“May I touch your wings?”

He jumped slightly and turned to you. He smiled and extended one wing your way, and you reached out and touched it. He practically melted inside. Nobody had ever touched his wings with such care, and your hands were so soft. You grinned and giggled a little, combing your hands through his feathers.

“Your wings really are beautiful.”

“Thank you. You’re beautiful too.” He smiled easily, slipping into his public persona. You flushed red, and your hands stopped moving. No, he didn’t want that. He mentally berated himself, irritated. You bit your lip and kept moving your hands.

“You must say that to everybody who helps you.” He shrugged, watching you out of the corner of his eye. You sighed and stopped petting his wing to eat some chicken. He watched you, fascinated. You had captured his mind and his heart. He was in trouble. You two made quiet conversation, and after an hour, he left. He would have to come back. You were too perfect to stay away from.

#hawks fanfiction #hawks x you #hawks x reader #x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha #mha x reader #mha

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Since you take rq for drabbles, can I get aizawa x reader with much fluff ?

Hey anon! I hope this fulfills what you wanted!!

It had been a long mission, and achiness and weariness had settled deep into your bones. You had one more day left on the job, and then you could go home. Home, to Shota and the peace that came with him. You pulled out your phone, safe from prying eyes. There was a text from him, and you opened it. It was a picture of Hizashi, doing over-dramatic karaoke in your living room, with Nemuri laughing in the background. ‘Miss you. Stay safe.’ You smiled, hugging the phone to your chest.

You were home. Your body ached with new bruises, and a cut on your cheek steadily dripped blood. But it was Saturday, and Shota was home. You raced up the stairs, unlocked the door, and there he was. Standing in the kitchen, making a sandwich, with a beam of sunlight illuminating him. He looked angelic. You ran towards him and launched yourself into his arms. He turned and caught you easily, and you two embraced in the kitchen. You sighed happily and tucked your face into the crook of his neck. He kissed the top of your head. “I missed you too.” His voice was tinged with amusement. You pulled away slightly, looking up at him. He smiled, and ducked his head down, lips meeting yours.

You melted into the kiss, and the world disappeared around the two of you. It was just you and Shota, tucked safely away in your apartment. Nobody could touch the two of you, and you were finally okay. You broke the kiss, just slightly. Your breath intermingled with his, and the full weight of his loving gaze bore into you. You smiled up at him, and cupped his cheek, thumb tracing his scar. There were no words, because there was no need. There would be time for words later, but now was the time for being together.

You left the kitchen, hands laced together. You walked into your bedroom and laid down on your bed. You curled up into Aizawa, easily slotting into a familiar position. His chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you. He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, and you tucked your head into the crook of his neck. You pressed a kiss there, and he hummed quietly. His hands tapped out a familiar, three beat rhythm against your back. Tap tap tap. I love you. Repeated once, twice, the spaces between the taps getting longer as he slipped into sleep. You followed him, falling asleep easily, now that you had returned to where you belonged. The two of you slept away the day, tangled together, finally returned to your other halves.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa #aizawa x you #aizawa imagine #fluff #v soft #anon #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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benthedinosaur · 4 years

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I recently broke over 1000 hits on one of my fics over at Ao3!! As a celebration, i am taking drabble requests now! I will write anything but NSFW! Thank you, everybody!

#bnha #bnha fanfiction #x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha #mha fanfiction #reader insert

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benthedinosaur · 4 years

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Kaminari has absolutely tried to fry an egg with his electricity burst and Sero and Ashido absolutely have videos of it

The video ends with a fried Kaminari being force fed a half burnt half raw egg

#bnha #bnha headcanons #mha #mha headcanons #denki #denki kaminari #bnha kaminari #bnha sero #sero #bakusquad #mha ashido

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benthedinosaur · 4 years

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Hawks drabble soon <3

im thirsty for the feathered smartass

#my hero academia hawks #bnha #hawks fanfiction #im so thirsty #not nsfw #whoo

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benthedinosaur · 4 years

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Headcanon for Aizawa - He is a really collected and capable drunk, like he could drive or fight like he is sober but his filter just disappears

Like he is incapable of keeping his emotions and thoughts inside of his brain

Yamada and Kayama 100% take advantage of this, and it is exactly why he does not drink around them

#aizawa shouta #aizawa #aizawa headcanons #eraserhead #present mic #midnight #bnha #bnha headcanons #mha #mha headcanons

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Smitten Kitten - Aizawa x reader Ch. 1

Aizawa loves cats. He dislikes most everything else, but he loves cats. So when a new cat café opened up, just a few blocks from the school, there was no doubt in his mind that he needed to visit it. So, when school ended on Friday, he was ready to leave with an uncharacteristic excitement. He even decided to go without his signature sleeping bag.

He walked into the café, and the smell of baked goods and coffee enveloped him. There was an undercurrent he couldn’t quite place, but it relaxed him near immediately. His focus was immediately on the cat room, and he couldn’t pay attention to anything else. He walked up to the counter and ordered a cat-puccino. He held back a soft snort at the name. “Of course, sir! Anything else?” A feminine voice chirped out. He glanced up, brought back to a currently cat-less world, and he finally looked at the girl manning the register. “No thank you.”

She smiled at him. “Alright then, sir! We will have your drink out shortly! Please enjoy our cat room!” He nodded, turned, and walked into the cat room. He sat cross-legged on the floor. He was currently the only patron, and so the more affectionate cats came up to him right away.

Soon, he had a cat draped across his shoulders, two on his lap, and one was standing on the table, chewing on his hair. He was in heaven. His eyes were closed, and he was petting one of the cats on his lap, when he heard a soft giggle. His eyes slid open, and he saw the girl from the register. She held out the hand holding his coffee. “Where should I put it, sir?” He spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the cats. “Next to me is good.” She nodded and set it down next to him. She smiled at him. “Do you mind if I take a picture of you? We need some more material for the website, and I think this would be great material.” He grunted noncommittally but inclined his head slightly in a gesture of permission. She grinned. “Thank you!”

She began taking pictures of him, and after about five or so in different angles, she nodded her head. He noticed, momentarily, the calming smell grew more intense, and the cats purred just ever so slightly louder. One of the cats who hadn’t come over to him had made its way over to her and perched on her head. She reached up and stroked its chin, as if this was a regular occurrence. She set the cat down on the floor gently and stood up. “Enjoy your drink, sir!” She turned and walked back to the counter. He stayed cross-legged on the floor, even as people began streaming in when the workday ended. The cats came and went, and his drink slowly diminished. By the time he was meant to go on patrol, the café was full. He got up and walked over to the tip jar. He shoved about 500 yen in there and left. “Come back again!” trailed after him, audible even over the low din of the café. He was planning on it.

(POV SHIFT)

It was your seventh shift in a row. Your café was a 24 hour, six day a week café, a benefit of your quirk being that you didn’t need sleep very often, so you were always working there. You had always wanted to own your own café, and your dream had finally come true. It had taken years of hard work to build up enough money, but you finally did it. You got the perfect location, right near UA, and you partnered with a local shelter in order to have a supply of cats. You loved your café, and it was the most important thing in your life.

You had been meticulously arranging the stirring straws when you saw someone approach. You rushed to the counter, and made sure you were presentable. The man who walked in was… something. He was tall, and he looked like he hadn’t slept for a week. But you could put on your customer service face like the best of them! You smiled and prepared to launch into your greeting, but he stopped you in your tracks. “One Cat-pucchino.” His voice was gruff. Well, rude. “Of course, sir! Anything else?” He finally looked up at you. “No thank you.” You smiled at him, pleased that he used his manners. “Alright then, sir! We will have your drink out shortly! Please enjoy our cat room!” You turned and started his drink, the machines humming quietly. You poured a small cat shape into the foam and started to walk into the room.

You finally looked at the man and couldn’t stop from giggling. He was covered in cats, and he looked so calm, like this was normal. He opened his eyes, expression deadpan, and you had to stop another giggle. You spoke quietly, not wanting to disturb them. “Where should I put it, sir?” He also spoke quietly. “Next to me is good.” You nodded and set it down next to him. You looked at him for a little bit and were struck with a brilliant idea. You could take a picture for your website! So, you asked him just that. “Do you mind if I take a picture of you? We need some more material for the website, and I think this would be great material.” He grunted noncommittally but inclined his head slightly in a gesture of permission. You grinned. “Thank you!”

You pulled out your phone and started taking pictures of him. The lighting was perfect, and you grabbed several different angles. During one of the photos, your favorite cat came and perched on your head. You got to name him when he came into the shelter, and with his odd habit of sitting on your head, you named him Gāgoiru. He was your constant companion. The man didn’t seem curious, so you didn’t do anything about it. You looked at the clock and noticed it was close to the time you usually get busy, so you scratched Gāgoiru under the chin one last time, thanked the man for his time, and left.

It quickly got busy, and you barely had time to breathe, much less visit the man again. Eventually, around 8, he got up and left. You were busy making another drink, a meowcha to be exact, when you saw him leave out of the corner of your eye. You called out, “Come back again!” You hoped he would come back, even if he was rude. The cats liked him.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa #aizawa imagine #reader insert #my hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #reader #x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #aizawa x you #crossposted from ao3

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Heartbeats Chapter Three

Dabi was excited. Today was going to be fun. He was going to lead the Vanguard in an attack on the students of U.A., and he was going to make those piece of shit heroes feel scared. He was going to make sure that they knew his name. He was walking aimlessly around the streets before he had to report back to the warehouse to attack. He didn’t want to attract any undue attention, and so he flipped his hood up and slid a black medical mask over his face.

The straps irritated his skin slightly, but he was used to the pain. He walked into a corner store, and picked up a soda and some pepper candy. He didn’t pay, obviously. That was his first mistake. His second, was when the girl at the counter called him out, was to react by threatening her. “Don’t do anything, or you’re dead.” She panicked, and hit the alarm. That put a wrench in his plans, and he shot some flames her way before walking out of the store. He walked along the streets, stalking through the shadows,and watched as the police raced towards the burning store he just left. “Tch.” He scoffed and resumed walking aimlessly, cracking open his soda and drinking it.

Then came a thud, and a hero landed in front of him. “Dabi, you are under arrest!” Dabi laughed. “Go ahead, try.” He held open his hands mockingly. “I’ll even let you get the first hit in.” The hero shot a stream of water towards him, and soaked his shirt. Well, this is going to be slightly harder. Dabi smirked, not showing his irritation. “You’ll have to try harder than that.” Dabi turned, and ran off. The hero raced after him, and the chase was on.

They danced through the streets, clumsily and uncoordinated, exchanging blows and threats. Eventually, Dabi fucked up, and when he leapt over a small obstacle, a stray piece of metal sliced his leg. He cursed softly, and tried to lose the hero again. He noticed a tiny alleyway, and slipped in there as the hero ran past. He took a moment to catch his breath, and assess the damage to his leg. The cut wasn’t deep, but it was long, and it was bleeding heavily from his running. He sat down, pant leg rolled up still. This was not good. He was going to have to find somebody who could heal, and make them heal him before the mission at the forest. Then, the hero popped his obnoxious head up.

Dabi groans, and throws a trash can lid at the hero. “Can you fuck off? You are obnoxious and useless, and you are in my way.” The hero scoffed. “You are a villain, and I will not let you continue to roam these streets. Turn yourself in, and come easily. You are hurt, and you can’t beat me.” Dabi rolled his eyes, and picked up another trash can lid. He heated this one up, and flung it at the man. He dodged again. “Then we do this the hard way!”

And then, the men begin to fight. Dabi shoots jets of flames at the water hero, and the hero counters back, steam hissing at where the attacks meet. And then, there is the sound of a glass shattering. That surprises Dabi, and he stops fighting out of shock. There, in a door he hadn’t noticed, was a small woman with a look of irritation. Her hair was floating around her head, almost waving, as if to a beat only she could hear. Then, she stepped out into the alley and began shouting. “EXCUSE ME, WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU GENTLEMEN THINK YOU ARE DOING?” Just like that, the spell is broken. Dabi blinks, and then smirks. She had just given him the opportunity he needed. He shot up, and grabbed her by the throat. He laughs, knowing the hero couldn’t do anything with a civilian trapped like this. “Well, I think we are done here. I have a hostage, and you can’t beat me. Scram, and maybe I’ll-” He cuts off with a groan as her broom handle slams him in the stomach, and a powerful pulse forces him backwards. Another pulse knocks him off his feet, and he hits the ground, mildly confused by the reaction. Did you not know who he was? He looked up, and his breath caught in his throat, and choked off the angry words he was about to spout. Your tank top was open down the back, revealing intricate and colorful tattoos. Were you Yakuza? That would explain the lack of fear. But that wasn’t what had stopped him. It was how… irritatingly gorgeous you were. You had attacked him fearlessly, and hadn’t even flinched when he could have killed you. Your hair was floating, clearly pulsing along to a silent beat, and your posture was that of someone who was unafraid, and angry. You were hot, to say the least. The hero laughs. “Good job, citizen! I will take Dabi into the police station and -” And then, you cut him off too. “And nothing. You are on my property, and although you may be able to use your quirks and arrest people on public property, you are not allowed to here. I do not give my permission.” The hero blinks, stunned into silence. Dabi is confused. If you were Yakuza, you would have let the hero take him in. But you weren’t. He blinks, and waits to see what you would do. Maybe you would be useful. The hero starts again. “Yes, but this man is -” “Is what? A villain? Well whoopty doo, I didn’t get that from the way he tried to use me as a hostage.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm. Dabi stifles a laugh, you were clearly an idiot, if you were defending him. “Now, if you gentlemen are done, please continue your fight out of my alleyway.”

The hero stuttered, clearly shaken from this odd woman and her odder behavior. “M-ma’am this man is dangerous, he needs to be taken into custody!” You glared at him. “I’m dangerous too. Now. I understand that you are a hero, but I believe you should be on your way. Come back with a warrant if you so desire.” You turned towards Dabi, and he saw your face for the first time. It was also infuriatingly attractive. You were clearly signalling that the conversation is over. The hero stuttered, but left. You sighed, and reached your hand out to Dabi, who was watching you carefully. You weren’t a hero, but you were no villain he had heard of. He stared up at you, and then smirked. He decided to test the waters, and spoke. “A villain, huh? Why didn’t you take him out? You could have.” You glared at him, and withdrew your hand. “I am no villain. I’m not a hero either, and I would like it if you left. I don’t like attention, and more heros are sure to come this way.” He stood up, and stared down at you. He was about three inches taller than you. He didn’t understand why he liked that. Usually, he went for leggy girls, as tall or taller than him. He smiled down at you, putting as much malice and intimidation into the grin as he could. You didn’t seem afraid, and that grated on his nerves. He spoke again, “You can’t be neutral, doll. You have to pick sides.” Doll? Seriously? Did he just say that? You poked his chest with your broom handle, and snapped back at him “Well, then I pick my own side. Now seriously, get out of here. The cops and I have a tentative arrangement, and you just ruined everything in one night.” Dabi sighs internally, and steps back. As much as he hated it, you were right. He could hear the sirens getting closer. You had grown quiet, and were looking at his leg. Shit. He had forgotten about that. You groaned. He stalks up to you, and gets right up in your face, grinning again. He needs you to be afraid of him. People were supposed to fear him, and he was going to make sure you understand your place. Once you look back up again, he is dismayed to notice a flash of...amusement in your eyes. He growled out, irritated by your attitude. “You don’t order me around. You’re just a civilian, and I could kill you in an instant. But you make a good point. The cops will be here soon.” He leans back, against the wall, and looks down at you. “Don’t snitch. I’ll kill you if you do.” And with that, he turns and walks away.

Of course, he doesn't leave. Not right away. He still has some time to kill, so he watches you from the roof. You walk back into the building, and after about five minutes, he is ready to leave, when you exit again and walk down the alleyway, to another door he hadn’t noticed. Damn, he was getting sloppy. You walk in, and lights flick on. He waits, and you don’t re-emerge. He decides it is safe, now. He jumps down, and lands on the ground in front of the alleyway. It is dark, and a single light illuminates the street. He makes his way into the alley again, and he knew that the cops weren’t coming from your statement about an arrangement. His feet crunched on glass, and he looked down. It was the bottle you had shattered. He got a notification, but ignored it for a moment. You were strange, and he wanted to find out exactly who you were. He wanted you wrapped around his fingers, to become the villain he knew you could be. He didn’t have the time right now though, and he made a mental note to find his way back here for when he did.

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benthedinosaur · 4 years

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Heartbeats, Chapter two.

The day starts off like any other day. You wake up to your cat yelling at you for food. You chuckle out loud at him. “Dango, you make it seem like I never feed you.” He mrrps at you and weaves around your legs, and once you fill his bowl he starts to eat. You begin to cook, and you check your phone. There is a text from Machi. “Hey boss, not gonna be able to make it into work. Mayumi is sick.. :( But we will be able to come to karaoke tomorrow!” You groan. Machi is your only cook, and you could make…. eggs, and that is about it. So, today was gonna be hell. Since Machi isn’t coming in, you decide not to head into the bar until noon. It’s only 8 am, so you decide to take your time and make an extravagant coffee drink, just like one from a little café on the other side of town. Dango chirps at you, and you scowl down at him. “Look, I may not be able to cook, but I can make some damn good drinks!” “Mao.” “I don’t need that attitude!”

Eventually, your coffee is done, and with no further arguments with Dango. Breakfast is eaten in a peaceful quiet. You spend your morning quietly, with lo fi music in the background. Eventually, it’s time to head to work. The day seems like it will be cold, and your joints ache slightly in anticipation. You open early today, and set out a sign letting people know about your lack of food. It isn’t long before people come in, seeking good drinks and a warm building. It’s too early for your regulars, so it’s just streams of first comers. The reputation of Haven is obvious though, as you can see people in hero costumes, normal outfits, and “rough” types intermingling and talking, even if hesitant. A few times, there are almost fights, but you intervene with a warm smile and another drink, and the people are quickly soothed.

By the time night falls, you are tired. Usually, you have more energy, but your fight yesterday drained you, and the constant flow of newbies you have to face without Machi has you working double time. Drinks have been spilled all over you, your joints and side ache, and your phone has died twice. Today is not going well, and as soon as Dumbbell comes in, you are rushing over to him in order to take a break. You sag into his arms, and he wraps them around you in a firm hug. You sigh, and mumble into his shirt. “Inaba-san, will you help me get everyone out? I can’t take any more newbies.” He lets go, and lets out a grunt of agreement. Soon, all the hero types and civilians are out, too intimidated by Dumbbell and his scarred body and bulging muscles to want to stay. The villain types and regulars stay, of course, because the regulars all know Inaba is a softy, and the villains put on a show of bravery, but soon everyone but your regulars are out of the bar.

One perk of owning your own bar is you get to decide the hours. And you decide, tonight, you are closing early. Iwasabi calls out, “Hey, (Y/n), I’m going to get some food going for us, okay?” “Sounds good, Iwasabi-san.” The rest of the bar lets out a murmur of appreciation, and then the low din resumes. You walk into the employee break room, and sit down on the couch for a second before changing into your casual wear. You pick up your phone and headphones from where they had been charging, and walk back out. You play some energetic beats softly, hoping it will perk you up. In the time it took you, Iwasabi had cooked up bowls of steaming ramen for everybody.

You sit down, and he places your bowl in front of you. “It isn’t as good as Machi’s, but it’s something.” You laugh, “Iwa-san, I haven’t eaten for hours, I could probably eat my own cooking right now.” He grimaces, having once been on the receiving end of an attempt at making cookies. “I think we would prefer it if you didn’t, poisoning yourself seems like a bad idea…” You make a face of mock outrage, and send a weak soundwave in his direction. He laughs. “Come on, that just tickled.” He turns his attention to a few other patrons, conversing about his wife and the child that is due soon. You smile softly, and turn your attention to your ramen. You eat, and soon, the heavy feeling in your belly leaves you drowsy. You look up at the bar, where your circle of regulars and friends are laughing and talking, and you feel warm inside. You rest your head on your hands, and soon the lure of sleep pulls you into its comforting embrace.

You awake on the couch in the break room. You shoot up, muscles tense, and grab your headphones and put them on before heading out to the bar. The lights are off, and it is empty and mostly clean. Inaba and the others must have cleaned up for you. You look down at your phone, seeing a text from Matsui confirming your thoughts. You begin to finish cleaning, when there is another jarring clatter. That must have been what woke you up, you think. You figure it is just a stray cat, and make to continue, when there is yelling loud enough for you to hear over the music in your headphones. This makes you wary, but it is coming from your alley, and you don’t get a reputation like Haven’s without there being a noticeable lack of fights to soothe the minds of the average person. So, you sigh, grab your broom, pause your music, and head out to the alley.

And what greets you there, you were definitely not prepared for. There is a fucking pro hero, and what looks like a villain who looks like he could kick some serious ass in your alley. You recognize the hero, because of his suit. He is so far out of his area, that you actually have to take a moment to process. The hero is Manual, the normal hero. That is as far as your knowledge goes, and then the two begin to fight. It is a fascinating fight, with fire coming from the man on the ground and water coming from Manual. The steam meets right in your doorway, and that is enough to snap you out of your thoughts. You look down and see a beer bottle at your feet, and you quickly pick it up and slam it against the brick wall.

The two men briefly stop their fighting in confusion, and that is all the time you need to step out into the alley and start yelling. “EXCUSE ME, WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU GENTLEMEN THINK YOU ARE DOING?” They both blink in confusion, and then the villain is on his feet, and in the blink of an eye, his hand is around your throat, uncomfortably warm. He laughs, and begins to speak. “Well, I think we are done here. I have a hostage, and you can’t beat me. Scram, and maybe I’ll-” He cuts off as your broom handle slams him in the stomach, with a lot of extra oomph from a powerful wave channeled through. He stumbles backwards, and you shift your foot, sending another wave to knock him off his feet. He hits the ground, dazed. Manual laughs. “Good job, citizen! I will take Dabi into the police station and -” You cut him off too. “And nothing. You are on my property, and although you may be able to use your quirks and arrest people on public property, you are not allowed to here. I do not give my permission.” He blinks, stunned into silence. The man on the ground, Dabi, you think, blinks too. Manual starts again. “Yes, but this man is -” “Is what? A villain? Well whoopty doo, I didn’t get that from the way he tried to use me as a hostage.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm. “Now, if you gentlemen are done, please continue your fight out of my alleyway.”

Manual stuttered “M-ma’am this man is dangerous, he needs to be taken into custody!” You glare at him. “I’m dangerous too. Now. I understand that you are a hero, but I believe you should be on your way. Come back with a warrant if you so desire.” You turn towards the man on the ground, clearly signalling that the conversation is over. Manual stuttered, but left. You sighed, and reached your hand out to the man who was watching you. He stared up at you, and then smirked. “A villain, huh? Why didn’t you take him out? You could have.” You glared at him, and withdrew your hand. “I am no villain. I’m not a hero either, and I would like it if you left. I don’t like attention, and more heros are sure to come this way.” He stood up, and stared down at you. The man smiled down at you in a way that you were sure was meant to be threatening. “You can’t be neutral, doll. You have to pick sides.” You poke his chest with your broom handle. “Well, then I pick my own side. Now seriously, get out of here. The cops and I have a tentative arrangement, and you just ruined everything in one night.” He steps back, and then winces. You glance down, and notice that his leg is bleeding. You groan. This man ruins your night, threatens you, and will probably bring the heroes down on you. But he’s hurt, and you are too damn kind to not help him. Once you look back up again, he is right in your face. He grins, and you are sure it is supposed to be threatening. You stifle a grin. “You don’t order me around. You’re just a civilian, and I could kill you in an instant. But you make a good point. The cops will be here soon.” He leans back, and looks down at you. “Don’t snitch. I’ll kill you if you do.” And with that, he turns and walks away.

Well. You were going to help him, but he’s an asshole, so you won’t. You groan as he leaves, sinking to the ground as your muscles scream at you from overuse. You were going to need a long, hot bath tonight. You lean your head against the wall, and sigh. You take a moment to rest, and then get back on your feet. You put the broom up, lock the door, and make your way to your apartment. You feed Dango, and then fill a bath with steaming water and epsom salts, and then sink in. Sleep has you back in its grasp in a minute.

Blue eyes glint in the front of the alley, as Dabi makes his way back in now that you are gone. That idiotic hero left, and no backup was coming, he knew that. His feet crunched on the glass bottle you had shattered, and he looked down. You were .. strange, and he had the weirdest urge to find out just exactly who you thought you were. He didn’t have the time though, and he made a mental note to find his way back here for when he did.

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Heartbeats - A Dabi/Reader fic

You walk down the alleyway to your bar, Haven, keys jingling in your hand. Your music is blaring through your headphones, and your head bops along with it. You open the door with a click, and you walk into the dark, empty bar, and start dancing as you switch on the lights. You begin your routine, sweeping and mopping the floors, and then slam down the stools and chairs in a practiced dance, each step in perfect rhythm. At about 12, your cook, Machi Takeda, walks in. You wave at her, and hand her the breakfast you bought for her. "Hey, Machi-chan! Iwasabi is coming back today, so make sure to have our ramen stock up." She grabs the breakfast package and smiles back. "Will do, (y/n)-chan! Do you have the supplies we bought for Iwasabi-san?" She spends a few hours cooking up the food you offer, and by five pm, the doors open.

Business picks up slowly, and your first few people are the villains, as usual. Greeting them all with a smile, you sling cups of booze down your bar, and one of your regulars, Iwasabi, settles in front of you with a sigh. You pour him his drink, and set it in front of him. "Got out of jail quickly this time, eh?" He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, somebody posted bail." You pretend to look surprised. "What a coincidence! Also, Matsui gave me this for you." You pull out a box of baby supplies from under the bar, and handed it to Iwasabi, who stared down at the box in disbelief. "Yeah, yeah. He was the one who arrested you and all that, but it was in order to get the money for this. And you know how it is, can't be too friendly outside of here." Iwasabi blinked up at you, his fingers elongating randomly, the only sign of his inward relief. His voice cracked as he began to speak, and he faltered and tried again. "T-thank you. I...we are thankful." You grin down at him as you polish one of the glasses. "Don't mention it. We take care of our own." "Hear, hear!" A slightly drunken patron cries out in agreement, raising his glass in your direction.

You chuckle, and turn back to Iwasabi. "Any food today?" "Yeah, I'll take some ramen." You call his order out to Machi, and within minutes a steaming bowl of ramen is in front of him. He begins to eat, and you walk off to take care of the other patrons. Regulars revolve in and out, heroes and villains alike, and everyone greets each other with a smile. Food and booze and camaraderie fill the bar, and you swirl through the building, grinning and joking with everyone you see. The night is going great, and then trouble hits. You were talking with a hero, Shimmer, about her new job offer and cracking jokes with her, when a new customer, a villain, but barely more than a petty criminal, really, starts getting louder. “Why the hell do we let heroes in here? They get all the space they want, we deserve this bar!” Your grin gets strained, and you quiet. “Excuse me, Masuda-san, it seems I am needed elsewhere.”

You turn and walk over to the villain. His angry voice just gets louder the closer you get. “Every day, we are beaten down, suppressed, killed by these heroes! We deserve a space just for us!” He is getting bigger, wolf-ish teeth sprouting from his jaw. You grab his shoulder. “Sir, I need you to calm down.” He shakes you off and turns to you. “You. Where is the owner? I want to talk to him.” A hushed silence falls over the rest of the bar, and it feels like the building itself holds its breath.

You look at him, unimpressed. He glares down at you, and grabs your jaw with his newly emerged claws. “Did you hear me, bitch? Take off those ugly-ass headphones, and listen to me!” There is a clatter, as several bar stools fall to the ground from patrons jumping to your defense. You chuckle and raise a hand, signaling for them to sit back down. You look up and grab the man’s hand, and rip it off of your jaw. “I am the owner.” He laughs. “You’re the owner? Then tell me, why are there heroes here? They are against us, so why do you let them in?” You glare up at him, grip tightening on his hand. “Here in Haven, there are no villains or heroes. There are patrons, and there are non-patrons. I usually have a three strike rule, but you pushed too far. That means you are now a non-patron.” He stares down at you in disbelief. You smirk, and turn on your battle playlist and grab his empty beer bottle by the neck. “Now, you have ten seconds to leave on your own, or I will… escort you out.” He yells, and lunges at you. You sigh. “Guess it’s the hard way.”

You flip the bottle, and catch it by the neck again, and bash the butt against his head, sending a pulse through the glass, shattering it on contact. He staggers backwards and clutches at his head. “You crazy bitch!” He runs toward you, claws out, and clearly out for your head. The beat of the song moves through you, and your limbs thrum with power. You grin, and slide under him, through his legs. You spring off a soundwave from your foot, and land on his back, tackling him to the ground. He rolls over, and takes a swipe at you, and catches your side. You huff. “Now you’re really pissing me off.” You grit your teeth, and stomp your foot down, releasing a soundwave that knocks him off his feet, and then you lean down and flick his forehead, knocking him out with another small soundwave. You lean back, and notice the blood dripping down your side, and then when you flip off your music, you realize that the bar has started moving again, and Dumbbell drags the man out of the bar, and dumps him a few buildings away. Machi rushes out towards you, hands outstretched and ready to heal. You accept it, and then call out, “Hey, someone arrest that asshole next time you see him. He insulted my headphones.”

The bar bursts out in laughter, and everyone goes about their business. Machi looks down at you in concern. “(y/n)-chan, you have to be more careful. You could’ve gotten really hurt in that fight!” “Ah, it’s fine. Takes a lot to keep me down.” You chuckle, and stand up again. “Still…” Machi holds out a hand. “You should be more careful. I’ll get you some soup, and then you can get back to work.” “Alright, fine.”

You sit down next to Shimmer, and lean into her. The warmth radiated from her shimmering body soothes your aching muscles, an unfortunate side effect of your quirk. You slide right back into the conversation. “So, twilight, are you gonna accept the offer?” She glares at you and pinches your arm. “I hate it when you call me that. But, yeah I am.” She looks you over, hesitantly. “I’m gonna miss it here.” You sigh, and Machi brings over your soup. You slurp it gratefully, the salty broth warming your stomach and boosting your energy. “Well, you will only be a train ride away.” She sighs again, mirroring you. “I suppose you are right. Still…” You gently knock her arm. “You aren’t gonna stop coming to karaoke, right?” She gasps, mock horrified. “I would never!” You laugh, and finish your soup. “I’m gonna get back to work. See ya later, Masuda.”

The rest of the night passes without incident. People file out, and the bar closes at four am. You sweep and mop again, and put the chairs up. Music plays from your headphones, but your energy is gone, and there is no dancing. You lock up, and walk down the alleyway to your apartment. You walk into your apartment, and your cat weaves itself through your legs, meowing plaintively at you. You chuckle and feed him, and spend some time scrolling through your phone. A news alert flashes across the screen. “League of Villains attacks jail, breaks out the dangerous-” You swipe away the notification. Whatever happens with the world is not your business. Your life is the bar, and that’s about it. As you fall asleep, you think about karaoke night with Machi, Masuda, and Okamoto, and the going away present you will have to get Masuda. After you fall asleep, another notification pops up on your phone. “Dabi, from the League of Villains, is in your area. Stay safe and report any sightings immediately.”

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