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nekoannie-chan · 4 years

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Destiny

Pairing: Steve x Stark! Reader

Word count: 2115 words.

Summary: Being Stark's daughter, you liked to go unnoticed, but you were never going to imagine that in the cafeteria you were going to fall in love.

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is a Wattpad request.

And my entry to @jtargaryen18 ‘s 30 days of Chris.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

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You were in the cafeteria near Stark Tower, which belongs to your father, in the last few months and you barely met, you were still mad at him for hiding his relationship with Pepper, she liked you, but you were never going to love her like a mom, no one could replace your mom, you'd never objected to the relationship but if you'd been too upset that they hadn't told you the truth.

Beth, the waitress who knew you for a couple of years and you considered her your friend, brought you the food you asked, you continue drawing, you studied engineering on demand (although sometimes it seemed rather your father’s imposition), but what you liked most was drawing, you looked up to the point that Beth was talking to a blonde man, he caught your eye, she was kind to all her clients but with the only one who she talked with you. You laughed when you heard one of the elders at the nearby table telling him to ask for the waitress's number.

The next week you were back in the cafeteria, as usual, this time it was full, you saw that the blond man again wanted to come in, seemed again disoriented.

As soon as he saw you, he walked straight at you, you looked up when you felt his presence.

"Hi, can I sit with you?" Steve asked.

"Sure," you answered by taking your things aside so there's room.

A few minutes later Beth brought your orders.

"Did you ask her number?" you asked him when you remembered the old man again.

"Excuse me?" he looked at you without understanding.

"To Beth, the waitress, I think you're interested in her, I've seen you around here several times, I'm sorry to break your heart, but she's married," you informed him.

You were upset that people bothered your friend.

"I don't come to her.”

Now you're the one who didn't understand.

“Do you like to draw?” he asked when he saw your notebook with your drawings on the table and in passing change the topic of conversation.

"I love it."

The drawing was one of the few talents you had inherited from your mother, you offered her the notebook so she could browse.

"Me too, they're beautiful," he said as he passed the sheets.

"By the way, I'm Y/N," you remembered that you hadn't introduced yourself yet, for security reasons you always omitted your last name.

"Steve Rogers," he reached out to you and you took it.

“Like Captain America?” You said in a mockery, you were sure I was teasing you, yet there was something about that man that caught your eye too much.

"Yeah, like him," he replied by blustering, it was supposed to be dead for the world and he had thought of showing up with his real name.

You kept talking, it became a routine the meetings in the cafeteria, you shared your drawings and he gave you tips and you helped him a little to adapt to the world, although sometimes you thought he was a liar and he simply used that pretext to see you, in the end, you also wanted to see him, his lies were entertained.

"Aren't you going to answer? Steve asked when he saw that your cell phone was ringing.

"No, I don't want to talk to my dad," you called off.

"What about that? Well if you want to tell me," he asked, so far neither of us had talked about his family.

"He hid me he has a girlfriend," you replied, something annoying, and then gave your drink a drink.

"What about your mom?”

He understood less and less the way people were lives.

"She passed when I was a child," you explained, as if it wasn't as important, it was as if that subject was banned for life in the family and your conversations.

"I'm sorry," he put his hand on yours.

"The point is, he's been dating someone for a couple of years and he hadn't told me, she likes me, but I'm angry that he's hidden it," you kept telling him.

"Maybe you should talk to him to make things right, sometimes it's too late when we want to make amends, especially if they're gone," he also missed his mom, Bucky, everyone he'd lost all this time.

The advice worked, the following weekend you finally spoke to him, you were on good terms because you fixed all the problems you had for a long time, you lived with Pepper again, and everything seemed to be fine until Loki appeared.

You weren't in New York when the attack happened, that reassured Steve a little when you heard everything that had happened thanks to the news, you realized that you were in love with Captain America, the doubts filled you, had fought with your father, Steve would have discovered that you are Y/N Stark?

You didn't see Steve anymore, that made you a little sad, but you understood that he had other obligations, not to mention that you also had other responsibilities, it was really who told you. Occasionally you wondered if he thought of you. Yet you never dared to talk about who either of you were.

It was your 24th birthday, as expect to throw a big party in your honor at the Tower, what you didn't know was that Tony had also invited the Avengers. Pepper had helped you choose the ideal dress for the celebration, it was your favorite color, she knew of your feelings for Steve since somehow one day she had seen them together on one of your getaways, she had never said anything about it, without you knowing she kept your secret, in fact, thanks to her the others had been invited.

You didn't invite Steve either because he told you that he had plans, and you also feared he'd walk away if he knew who you were because it had happened to you a few times before, not to mention that your dad wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to be part of the Avengers yet.

"You'll have a big surprise today," Pepper told you as she finished combing your hair

"Unless we go straight to an airport from here to a place far away instead of a boring party with Dad's colleagues, I don't think anything else surprises me," you replied.

She just smiled, you didn't suspect anything.

You went down to one of the many party halls they had in the Tower, Pepper gave Tony the signal to announce your entry

“And the star of the night will finally make her appearance, let me introduce Y/N Stark," Tony said to the microphone while you walked in.

Steve almost threw away his drink when he saw you, at first, he thought it was a name match but at the time he saw you he didn't know if he was dreaming or not but he was disappointed that you hadn't had the confidence to tell him who you were even though he had told you in a way.

You started waving at everyone, suddenly you saw Steve, you didn't expect him there, you almost fell out of surprise, and although judging by the face he put on, he didn't look very happy to see you

"Are you okay, princess? Tony asked you when he saw your reaction.

"Sure daddy, everything's fine," you quickly repulsed, you didn't want anyone to suspect because no one was supposed to know.

You still lived with the others, attending to the one who congratulated you and so on, but you didn't take your eyes off Steve and he looked like he was avoiding you, Pepper came up to you.

"Go with him," she whispered in your ear.

"If my dad knows I'm gone, he'll be angry, you know how it is, I have a better idea, do you have a part?” You asked her.

She pulled a little notebook and a pen out of her purse.

You wrote the address of a cafeteria away from the Tower along with the date and time, you approached Steve, who tried to walk away when he saw you, and you held his hand to pass the paper on with the information.

"Steve, Steve, in that place I'll explain everything, don't miss, please," you asked while you left the paper in his hand.

He read the note, as you walked away to continue the party, you weren't entirely sure if he showed up, but you knew you owed him an explanation.

Two days later you arrived at the cafeteria, your nerves were invading you, but you calmed down when you saw Steve walking into the place.

"Thank you for coming," you said when he came to the table.

"You lied to me," he reclaimed upset.

"I never lied to you, I just omitted to tell you my last name, at first I thought you were making fun of me when you told me your name, as you'll realize, it's not like I can go around saying where my real name is," you explained honestly.

"I just can't believe it, I never thought I'd in love with a Stark," he said suddenly, apparently, he couldn't be mad at you for long.

"What?" you weren't sure if you'd heard right.

"I like you Y/N”

His face was completely red and it looked like at any moment he would explode because of the amount of blood accumulated.

You took his face in your hands and kiss him, from that day you were in a relationship, you ran away to see him, you were afraid of your dad's reaction, the past times that you had tried to have a boyfriend, he ended up driving him away somehow.

You had been dating for five months, you had decided to celebrate going to the movies when you came out head-to-head with Tony.

“Y/N? What are you doing here and with him?” your father’s expression was a mixture of confusion, surprise, and anger.

"He's my boyfriend, dad," you tried to defend yourself.

"We're going to the house and you don't even dare speak to me," he pulled you away from Steve.

You were stirring up to get out, you were screaming at your boyfriend, but your dad's bodyguard didn't allow him to get close to you, Tony forcibly thrust you into the car, when he got to the Tower, he literally locked you in your room, left you completely incommunicado.

"It's for your sake Y/N, I can't let anyone hurt you" that was the last thing he told you.

From that day you barely ate, nor did you speak to your dad, and you knew thanks to Pepper that Steve was going daily at different times to look for you and even tried to talk to Tony to give them a chance, Tony just refused to meet him. You felt like Romeo and Juliet, luckily Pepper would give your letters to Steve and give you the ones he wrote to you, there were all his love promises.

"I don't know what to do, Pepper, I've tried to talk to dad, but he won't listen to me," you told her without getting up.

"I'll talk to him, but first you need to eat, you're going to get sick if you keep going like this," she tried to bring you over the food tray, but you refused to eat.

"Pepper, is just, why can he have a relationship with whoever he wants and I can’t?” You complained you didn't even care if you sounded childish.

"I know, it's unfair, I promise I'll talk to him, but only if you eat," she brought the tray back to you and reluctantly started eating.

That same night Pepper spoke to Tony, then understood that the real fear of him was losing you as happened to your mom, however, he made it look like he was already losing you by not letting you be happy, that you too had the right to fall in love and above all that Steve would be unable to hurt you, not to mention that he had also threatened him.

The next day they made you go down to the boardroom, in a bad mood, you went until you saw Steve there before you could do something they had Tony in front, the next two hours he laid out all the rules and conditions for him to accept your relationship, after ten minutes you had stopped paying attention but Steve was attentive all the time. All you cared about now was what you were going to wear tomorrow for your date, you were finally going to be able to get out without having to hide.

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emeraldwaves · 6 years

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Title: The Best Part of Waking Up is Hearts Drawn on Your Cup For @spades-and-aces for @kacchakosecretsanta <3!! Happy Holidays! Pairing: Kacchako Rating: T Word Count: 5,480 Read on Ao3 Summary: Bakugou Katsuki is not a heart person. He doesn't like cute things, and he especially hates it when his stupid round faced barista draws cute things on his morning coffee cup.

Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole and @lainaraquel for reading ahead of time! <3

Full fic under the cut

It started with a heart. A simple, tiny, pink heart hand drawn in marker on his coffee cup, right next to his name, and it pissed him the fuck off.

It sat on the white, stupid environmentally friendly coffee cup, the two pink arcs connecting and making his name look absolutely hideous. It took all of his willpower to not crush the cup in his hand and chuck it on the street. The only reason he could restrain himself was because he really wanted the coffee that was inside.

Bakugou Katsuki was not a heart person. He didn't like cute things, and he didn't want anything hand drawn for him on his coffee cup, especially not in the morning when he could barely walk to class he was so damn tired.

The campus coffee shop often had lines out the door in the morning, which usually made Bakugou angry, which only made this whole heart debacle even worse. And now here he was, stomping towards a class he hated, tired from waking up too early, grumpy from waiting in line, and holding a stupid cup with a stupid heart on it. Dumb.

"Bakugou! Hey man!"

Perfect. Another thing to add to his list of reasons why this morning sucked.

Kirishima Eijirou, his self-proclaimed 'best-friend' came bounding over to him. ('Self-proclaimed' was the best way to describe someone like Kirishima because Bakugou himself didn't label anyone as a 'friend'). With a slap on the back, he walked next to Bakugou, way too energized for 9 AM.

Finally, Bakugou greeted him with a grunt.

"Damn man, you really are not a morning person. You better drink up that coffee."

Bakugou's eyebrow twitched, his red eyes homing in on that tiny pink heart. Yeah, he wanted to drink the coffee, but the stupid pink heart had tainted it. "Whatever," he snapped, placing the cup to his lips as he tipped it back. His mouth burned, but Bakugou didn't mind the hot sensation, in fact, it kind of woke him up.

"Oh, ho, ho! What's this?" Kirishima smirked, his lips pulled tight across his pointed teeth. "Did someone get a personalized message on their cup?!"

"Shut it."

"Seems someone has a crush!"

"No," Bakugou snarled, almost smashing the cup against Kirishima's pointy red hair.

"Alright, alright, geez Baks, something is really eating at you this morning." The truth was, something was always eating at Bakugou, but this particular morning he was feeling extra testy; all due to the stupid little heart.

"I didn't ask anyone to draw on my cup. It looks fucking stupid!" he yelled finally.

"Just a picture dude, calm down. The barista probably thought you were cute and wanted to give you a nice picture," Kirishima said. "It's called flirting. Did you see what they looked like?"

"You think I was looking?!" Bakugou said.

"Or they saw how grouchy you are and thought it would cheer you up," Kirishima mumbled, almost under his breath.

"Why in the hell would something like THIS ever cheer me up!?" Bakugou snapped.

Kirishima shrugged. "Obviously this person doesn't know you at all."

"No shit," he hissed.

"If you're that mad about it, just keep the cup, bring it back tomorrow and tell them not to do it again," Kirishima suggested.

Biting down on his lip, Bakugou stared at the white cup with the disgusting pink heart on it. There were two problems with this plan. One being that he obviously didn't want to keep this cup for another 24 hours. Just the idea of it being in his presence pissed him off. Hell, he didn't even have to look at it to be annoyed. And second, he also didn't want to acknowledge any of the baristas at the school coffee shop. Right now they had a strictly business relationship, meaning Bakugou walked up to the front, placed his order, and then walked away. The perfect amount of human interaction in Bakugou's opinion.

But one conversation to save him from an eternity of doodled on cups seemed worth it.

"Fine. I'll do it," he growled, not looking forward to the next morning.

Slipping on her hat, Uraraka tied the green apron around her waist, now ready for her morning to begin. She didn't used to be a morning person, but when she took on the job at the coffee shop to help her parents with tuition she had to adapt for the early morning campus rush.

It was an easy enough job, taking orders, making coffee, sometimes cleaning up if she had the night shift, and she often got to interact with tons of people on campus, including her friends. Iida and Midoriya always stopped by when she worked mornings.

"Morning Uraraka!" Yaoyorozu walked in through the door, her dark hair pulled back into her wispy ponytail, apron and hat already on. Yaoyorozu always was ready to go, no matter what task came her way.

"Hi Yaomomo!" Uraraka smiled. She loved opening the shop with her, mostly because the girl was just as bright and cheery as she was in the morning. "Did you and Todoroki get any studying done last night or-?"

"A-AH! Uraraka!" Yaoyorozu said, waving her hands in front of her face. Uraraka didn't need her to say anything else, the red on Yaoyorozu's cheeks was answer enough.

"When's your test?" Uraraka asked, flicking a few of the machines on.

"Friday. I already told Shouto we have to study separately for the rest of the week," she nodded, sweeping at the front entrance.

"That's probably for the best," Uraraka giggled, setting out a few of the cups. Standing at the register, she pulled out a few of her markers from her bag and placed them in an empty cup next to her.

Yaoyorozu blinked, watching as the colored markers tumbled into place. "Did Grumpy Guy say anything to you? The one you drew the heart for?" she asked, leaning over the counter.

Every morning without fail, for the past month or so, a blond-haired, angry looking guy had come to get coffee from them. Bakugou, was apparently his name, according to his cup, and he came during all of Uraraka's morning shifts. She could only assume he came in during the days she wasn't working either. He never said a word; he'd walk up to the counter, looking as though he were about to explode, and then he'd place his order and walk away. He never said 'hello' or 'good morning' or anything that wasn't his coffee order.

So, Uraraka had come up with a plan. He was obviously grouchy about something. Or maybe he just really was not a morning person. Either way, she had a great idea to try and cheer him up.

Yesterday, when he placed his order, instead of just writing his name like usual, she'd taken an extra second to doodle a cute little heart on his cup. She'd hoped it would make him smile, however, he'd just stormed out of the cafe like he normally did, no different reaction.

"No," she sighed sadly, leaning forward on her palm, her cheek pressing against her hand. "He didn't say anything!"

"Maybe he'll say something today!" Yaoyorozu said cheerfully. "I mean the lines are super long in here and it was crowded, maybe he didn't wanna bother you!"

"That could be it! I just hope it...made his day a little bit brighter," she said.

"Wow, someone is crushing hard," she giggled, poking at Uraraka's side.

Uraraka shot up, her face turning bright red. "W-What! N-No! I didn't mean it like that!" she said hurriedly. "I just...don't like seeing people who are grumpy all the time!"

"Suuure," Yaoyorozu said, switching the sign on the door from 'closed' to 'open'. "Good luck!" she teased, making her way behind the counter as their early morning customers began to make their way in.

When 9 AM strolled around, Bakugou walked through the door, and Uraraka felt her heart leap into her throat. She did not have a crush. Most definitely not; she was just...curious about what he was going to say. Or if he was going to say anything.

He made it to the front of the line, and raised his gaze to meet hers. It was the first time she'd ever really gotten the chance to see his eyes and how red they were. It was...almost impossible to look away.

Normally, she didn't have the chance to say good morning to him, seeing as his regular routine included keeping his eyes down, shoving the money on the counter and mumbling his order, but today...today was her chance. "Good morn-"

A slam cut her off immediately, and a small yelp left her lips, leaping back from the counter. "What the hell is this?" he growled.

Blinking, Uraraka slowly looked down, staring at the cup from yesterday. It was a little crushed at the bottom, from how hard he'd slammed it on the counter, but it was definitely the cup she'd drawn the heart on.

"Uh..." she began, regaining her composure. "It's...a coffee cup?" she said, utterly confused as to why he had brought the cup back with him.

"I know that dipshit," he snorted. "I meant this!" His finger fell directly onto the heart next to his name.

"O-oh!" she stammered. "It's a heart! I drew it for you, thinking it might make you smile-"

"Well you thought wrong, Round Face!" he snarled. "I hate cute shit like this. No more hearts!"

Uraraka's jaw dropped, staring at the boy in front of her. Who the hell was this guy? Did he really hate the fact she had drawn a simple heart on his cup? So much so he'd brought the cup back to her, just to tell her not to do it again?

"You...brought the cup to tell me that?" she asked. It was the only thing she could actually think to say. "You could've...just told me not to draw again," she whispered, her voice growing quieter the more he talked.

Suddenly, she missed when he just mumbled his order.

Twisting his lips into a frustrated pout, Bakugou slammed the money on the counter, pushing it towards her. "Whatever. Don't do it again," he growled, and stormed away after mumbling out his order.

Uraraka's fists clenched against the counter. How...rude! She'd never encountered someone so loud, and mean and stupid quite frankly. He'd brought his trash just to tell her he didn't like a heart it had taken her four seconds to doodle.

Well, two could play at this game. Scribbling his name onto a new cup, she took a few extra seconds to doodle out a rainbow and stars, decorating his name even more than she had the day before. She passed the cup down the line, and smiled to her next customer.

She couldn't wait to see how much he liked that.

"That. Damn. Round Face!" Bakugou yelled, slamming the cup into the trash after he'd emptied it of all the coffee. "Can you fucking believe this?" he snapped, glaring at Kirishima.

"Uh, kinda?" he said, peering into the trash. "What...happened, exactly?" he asked.

"My cup! That stupid barista drew on it again!" he snapped, folding his arms as he bounced his leg up and down against the table.

"Dude, why does this bug you so much?" Kirishima asked, taking a large gulp of his water.

"Because," Bakugou hissed. "It makes me look like a frilly idiot!"

"I got news for ya' dude, no one is looking at your coffee cup-"

"You don't fucking know that!" he snapped, cutting Kirishima off.

He held his hands up. "Okay, okay! I just don't think it's big deal. Actually, I think it's kinda cute. She keeps giving you personalized pictures," he smirked.

"It's not cute! Nothing about it is cute!" he grumbled, his cheeks puffing out away from his face.

"I don't get why you won't just take it as a compliment?" Kirishima chuckled. "But hey, you do you man."

Bakugou picked up his phone, noting that class started in 30 minutes. As far as he was concerned, that was plenty of time. "You know what, Spikey Head," he grumbled. "I fuckin' will."

"Where are you going?!" Kirishima called after him, watching him walk away.

"To settle this bullshit!" he snarled, though it was mostly said through his breath, making it impossible for Kirishima to hear anything.

The coffee shop was in the central building on campus, making it fast to get to from almost any of the main dorms or main academic buildings, suffice to say Bakugou did not take long to slam the door open to the coffee shop.

This time, he didn't bring the cup, since she had so purposefully mentioned he didn't need the cup to make his point. Still, he stormed up to the counter. "Oi. Round face," he called out, watching her back as she cleaned the machine behind the counter.

From behind, Bakugou could concede that she was maybe, just maybe, a little cute. The apron, tied around her back followed the gentle curve of her waist, and her ass, pert and small wasn't too bad to look at either. She jumped a little at his voice, her brown bob cut bouncing as she turned around, immediately folding her arms over her chest when her large brown eyes met his harsh glare.

"What do you want, Bakugou Katsuki?" she snapped.

With a huff, he slammed his hand down on the table. "How the hell do you know my name?" he snapped.

She quirked her eyebrow and picked up an empty cup and a marker, gesturing to it obviously.

"Fuck," he grunted. "Okay, whatever, that shit doesn't fucking matter!" he snapped. "I asked you not to draw shit on my cup, and what do you do? Draw. More. Shit."

"Mmmm." She sighed, and pursed her lips, twirling one of the longer pieces of her hair in her finger. "Actually, I believe your exact words were something along the lines of 'No more hearts!'" she yelled, mimicking his voice. "And I didn't draw hearts," she smirked.

His hands curled into fists, the bones in his knuckles cracking one by one. Who the hell did this girl think she was?! No one talked to Bakugou Katsuki like that! No one. "I didn't mean it like that, dipshit!" he cursed. "I meant don't draw anything! Got it?!"

The girl shrugged, raising her hands up, and Bakugou growled, turning away from her. He didn't have time to waste on a cute barista who wasn't going to treat him with some damn respect!

But he swore, if his cup had a stupid drawing on it tomorrow, all hell was going to break loose.

"Was that Grumpy Guy?" Yaoyorozu asked, tilting her head out from the backdoor. She'd been counting inventory when Bakugou had stormed in, but of course the blond had been loud enough for everyone within a mile radius to hear him.

"Yup," Uraraka said, shaking her head. "Came in to yell at me about my drawings again," she smiled devilishly. "And you know what I'm going to do?"

"...What?" Yaoyorozu asked tentatively.

"I'm going to doodle his stupid face on this stupid cup, and I'm going to save it for him tomorrow."

A smirk pulled across the tall dark-haired girl's lips. "You're really invested in this, aren't you?"

"What?" Uraraka scoffed. "No! I just think he's an ass and if my drawings make him so angry, well anything to make his day a little worse. Hmph!" she huffed, beginning her doodle on the cup.

"Or..." Yaoyorozu began. "You enjoy seeing him come in here and talk to you everyday."

"What? No! Stop with these weird ideas, Yaomomo!" Uraraka said, her voice way higher in pitch than she meant it to be. Bakugou Katsuki was nothing more than a jerk. A rude, unappreciative jerk, and frankly, Uraraka didn't want anything to do with him. But...his reactions were really humorous.

"Just admit it Uraraka!" Yaoyorozu teased. "Plus I know you've been telling other people about it! Tsu mentioned to me just the other day how you had all these plans for different drawings."

Urakaka puffed out her cheeks, her hands coming up to her face. "It's not like that!" she said. Snatching the cup up, she began to doodle his stupid angry face. First, she outlined the blond spikes of his hair, then she drew in his beady red eyes and finally, she made certain to add eyebrows which sloped downward, giving the face an extra angry look. Lord knew it wasn't Bakugou without the anger. Perfection. She turned towards Yaoyorozu and shoved the cup towards her face. "See! He's such an asshole! He deserves this!" she huffed, slamming the cup back down on the counter.

"You're starting to sound just as angry as him," Yaoyorozu giggled and Uraraka let out a squeak, her hands covering her mouth.

"Do you really think so?!"

"Okay, no one could be as angry as Grumpy Guy. I mean who gets mad about a drawing on a cup?" Yaoyorozu admitted.

"My thoughts exactly!" Uraraka nodded, folding her arms. "I was just trying to be nice," she whined.

Suddenly, Yaoyorozu's eyes lit up and she held up one finger, as though she'd been hit with the world's greatest idea. "Unless!"

Uraraka really didn't like the look on her friend's face. "Unless?" she asked hesitantly.

"Unless, he likes you and this is just an excuse to talk to you!" she said, grabbing Uraraka's hands.

"What?!" she gasped, her round cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. "N-No way! I mean...he hates me," she said, pulling away from the dark-haired girl. She waved her hands back and forth quickly, almost knocking the cup she'd drawn on over.

"Yeah but sometimes boys are mean to the girls they really like," Yaoyorozu said pointedly.

Uraraka blushed, but shook her head. "We're not in middle school, Yaomomo!"

"I don't know...he sure acts like he is!" she giggled.

"T-That's ridiculous. He doesn't like me. He hates me. I don't even think he knows my name, even though I wear a name tag," she grumbled.

Yaoyorozu shrugged. "Think what you want. But I really do think he likes you, and based on how much you're blushing you probably like him," she said, walking back towards the closet to grab more coffee cups.

There was no way she, Uraraka Ochako, liked someone as mean and rude as Bakugou Katsuki.

"Yaomomo," she whined softly. "Stop! I promise you, there are no feelings here," she shook her head.

She giggled, pulling out a long stack of wrapped up coffee cups. "You know, I said the same thing when all of you girls were teasing me about Shouto."

Uraraka's face paled. Yaoyorozu wasn't kidding. She really had done that when all the girls had teased Yaoyorozu about spending so much time with Todoroki 'studying'. They were all convinced she was doing everything but. Turns out they had been right.

But there was no way it was the same for her. No way! She shook her head. "This is different I swear!"

"Okay," Yaoyorozu said with a shrug. "I'll let you figure it out on your own like I did." Uraraka really hated that knowing smile on her cheeks.

"So what is it today?" Kirishima smirked, leaning towards Bakugou. It had been a little over a week now since the heart disaster, and the drawings still hadn't let up. No matter how many times he threatened her or how many times he yelled in the store, every morning Bakugou would pick up his drink from the counter with some sort of drawing on it.

"My face again," he growled, holding up the cup for Kirishima to see. This particular drawing of his face was different though. He was smiling, and he looked so happy, it almost didn't look like him. Next to his face was a cute message written in cursive script that just read 'Smile!'. Bakugou hated it.

The most annoying part about all this was he couldn't even enjoy the coffee! He was so hell bent on downing the liquid as fast as he could so he could throw away the damn cup!

"Can I ask you something, man?" Kirishima said, watching as Bakugou practically chugged the coffee down.

"What?" he snarled, slamming the doodled on cup onto the table.

"If you're so mad about this why haven't you...tried to come up with a solution?" Kirishima said, picking up the cup to look at the drawing once again.

"What kind of solution? I'm not an idiot, Kirishima! There are no other coffee shops on campus!" Bakugou yelled, tossing his hands up in the air in frustration.

Kirishima rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant doofus. I meant you could buy a cup holder and cover up the drawings!" he said. "Or bring your own cup. One of those reusable ones. She can't draw on it if it belongs to you. You could also make coffee in your dorm, just buy one of those little machines, or-"

"ENOUGH!" Bakugou yelled. "I'm sick of hearing about this!" he grumbled, shaking his head. "I don't wanna listen to your bull crap! Those are all shitty ideas! Way too much effort!" A creature of habit, Bakugou didn't feel like changing up his routine. And he shouldn't have to just because some stupid girl was stupidly drawing stupid pictures on his stupid cup!

Narrowing his eyes, Kirishima's lips pulled into a rather disturbing shit-eating grin. "You...like them," he said. "You like the drawings!" He pointed directly at his best friend.

Bakugou's nose wrinkled. "The fuck?!"

"I kept wondering why you kept going back at the same time everyday, and why you didn't just bring your own cup, or make coffee in your dorm, but I get it now! I get it! You like the drawings, you like her!" He began to laugh, gripping his stomach with his palms. "I can't believe it!"

"Shut the fuck up, Spiky Hair!" Bakugou yelled, smacking his hand down on the table. "I don't like Round Face! I hate her. I h-a-t-e her! Get that through your spiky head!" he snapped.

The grin was back. "Oh yeah? Then why do you keep going to get coffee from her? And why are you blushing right now!"

"I'm not fucking blushing!" he growled. "My cheeks are red with rage! You wanna get pummeled?!"

"Dude! There's no need to get so upset! Just ask her out! She obviously likes you too if she keeps spending all this time on your drawings. Hell, some of them look like she spent a lot of time on it. I've been telling you this since day 1!" Kirishima urged.

Bakugou grabbed the cup and crushed it in his hand, tossing the empty trash into the can next to him. "Shut up!" he growled. "You got it all wrong! I don't like her." Snatching up his backpack, he stormed off, heading towards class.

"Just do it, man!" Kirishima called after him, and Bakugou hated the way his voice echoed across the campus. It felt as though everyone's eyes were falling on him.

He didn't like her. He didn't like her at all. It wasn't like he sat around wondering what would be on his cup the next day. Oh no. He never did that. And he never wondered what classes Round Face took. He never imagined what she looked like in not her coffee shop uniform. Her shapely hips probably looked awful in a cute skirt and she probably looked stupid in a form fitting tank top. And the more Bakugou continued to NOT think about her, the more embarrassed he grew.

"Fuck this," he snapped, kicking a rock against the pavement, his cheeks about as red as Kirishima's hair. He had to focus on classes, his schoolwork. He was smart and got good grades, hell he was the best in the whole damn college! He didn't have to be thinking about Round Face being his damn girlfriend or whatever! This was all so fucking stupid!

Okay. So maybe Uraraka Ochako did have a teeny tiny crush on Bakugou Katsuki. Whenever he came in in the mornings, she always secretly looked forward to his outburst when he picked up his cup with her drawing and stormed out the door, looking more than just a little angry. And she also enjoyed seeing what sort of daily tactic he would use to get her to stop.

Sometimes he would hold his money, saying he wouldn't pay her until she agreed to stop. Of course, she never would agree, and eventually he'd slam the bills down when people behind him starting yelling that he was holding up the line. He would obviously yell back, but cave when he realized he had to be at class soon anyway.

There was another time he had threatened to go to another coffee shop, but she had pointed out immediately that there weren't any other coffee shops on their campus, seeing as their college was extremely tiny.

"I'll bring a cup holder!" he snapped another time.

"Go ahead," she smirked. "But you'll know," she teased, leaning over the counter towards him. "You'll know that underneath that holder is a cutesy drawing done by yours truly." That time, their faces had been the closest they'd ever been, and Uraraka had noticed how sharp Bakugou's eyes were. They made her heart throb, and her face heat up.

A third time, he had mentioned investing in buying his own coffee maker to keep in his dorm room, and Uraraka had sighed, musing that homemade coffee just never tasted quite the same as coffee you got from a cafe. With the way Bakugou's eyebrow had twitched, his face contorting in anger, Uraraka guessed he agreed.

She slowly realized after a while, her responses were just tiny ways to make him stay. She wanted to see him every morning. She wanted to hear his gravelly voice, listen to his excuses and watch him grow angry about the most ridiculous things. It was oddly cute? And endearing in a weird way.

Basically, Yaoyorozu had been right, and Uraraka wasn't really sure how to admit it.

With a sigh, she pulled out the coffee cups, and turned on the machines for the day.

"That was a big sigh," Yaoyorozu giggled, slipping her apron on over her head while tying it around her back. "Nervous your boy isn't going to come in today?"

"W-What?! No! He comes in everyday!" Uraraka retorted quickly.

"Right, sorry," Yaoyorozu giggled.

"Actually," Uraraka began, adjusting her hat. "I...think maybe you were right. What you said...you know...about a week ago?" she mumbled.

"What? About your crush on Bakugou?" Somewhere along the way they'd started calling him by his real name, even though he could only seem to call Uraraka 'Round Face'.

"...Y-Yeah...T-That..." she said nervously. "You were right."

"Oh, I know! I was just waiting for you to come to terms with it!" she giggled.

Uraraka sighed. "Yeah, but what am I supposed to do? It's not like he likes me back!"

"Ura...the guy comes in here everyday to get coffee from you. And if he really hated your drawings, he could do so many different things about it!" she laughed. "Trust me, I have a feeling he likes you too. Even if he might not know it, because he seems a little...well...emotionally stupid."

"Hmmm..." Uraraka moaned, resting her head on her hand.

"You could ask him out?" Yaoyorozu suggested. "I mean if you want. I know it took me and Shouto forever to finally figure things out."

It was true, Todoroki and Yaoyorozu had spent a great amount of time dancing around the subject. Before officially becoming a couple, they had kissed once and still hadn't figured out they wanted to be together. Uraraka really did not want things to be like that with her and Bakugou, if they were even going to happen.

Uraraka sighed. "Maybe I will. Maybe I'll just do it! I mean what's the worst that could happen? He'd say no?" she said, trying to talk herself into it. Slamming her hand down on the counter, she heard Yaoyorozu jump behind her. "Yeah! I'm going to do it!"

But as the time to open the cafe was ticking closer and closer, Uraraka felt her nerves build more and more. With each person that walked through the door, she kept anticipating Bakugou, and everytime it wasn't him, her heart thumped louder and louder in her ears.

And what was she going to say?! They didn't have a very...friendly relationship. Most of their conversation consisted of her retorting against his anger with a snarky comment. Oh gosh, why did she like him?! She couldn't just randomly start being sweet to him and casually ask if he wanted to get a cup of coffee sometime. Actually she definitely couldn't ask that. Asking someone on a coffee date when you worked at a coffee shop was possibly the lamest thing!

Then, he walked through the door. She saw his spiky blond hair immediately and her heart stopped, her mouth ran dry. What was she going to say? He was walking up to the counter with such purpose, his red eyes already trembling with frustration.

"Alright Round Face," he grinned. "Do your worst." He slammed the money down on the counter and Uraraka couldn't find the words to speak. What could she say?! "Oi! What the hell is your problem today?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her strange quiet behavior.

She picked up the coffee cup, her hand trembling, and it suddenly hit her. "Oh nothing," she hummed. With a smirk, she scribbled her message onto the side of the cup, and handed it off.

She couldn't even hear the order of the next customer, she was wringing her hands together tightly, waiting for Bakugou to look at the cup. Yaoyorozu called out his name, and he grabbed it from the counter. He stared at it, and then turned it around in his hand, standing in place.

In a flash, he was back up at the front counter, pushing past the people in line without a care. Unsurprisingly. He slammed the cup down, some of the coffee splashing out through the small hole in the lid. "What the hell is this?!"

"I dunno," she shrugged innocently.

"'I'll stop doodling on your cup,'" he began to read, turning the cup around to see the other part of the message. "'If you go on a date with me.' You fuckin' serious Round Face?" he snapped.

Biting her lip, she nodded.

"Tch," he scoffed, folding up his arms. "Gross, fine. But you're going on a date with me! Got it!?" he snapped, gesturing his thumb to his chest.

"Isn't that...the same thing?" she asked, raising her eyebrow, but she couldn't stop the wide smile which tugged across her lips.

"NO! It's not!" Bakugou growled, and glared at the person behind him when they poked his shoulder. "Hold the fuck up, I'm asking this chick out!" he snarled, the other guy immediately taking a step back.

He yanked a napkin from the tray and scribbled his number on it with one of the pens. "Text me your damn number Round Face and we'll go to see a stupid movie or get food or whatever."

"It's...Uraraka, call me that," she snorted, folding her arms. "If you're actually going to take me on a date call me by my name!"

"Fine, Uraraka," he snapped. "And...don't stop with these." He gestured to the writing on the cup. "If you're gonna be my girlfriend, my cups should be special!" he yelled, and yanked the coffee cup off of the counter as he stormed out of the store.

Girlfriend. She liked the sound of that. She smiled, hugging the napkin to her chest for a minute before taking the next customer's order. She was going to go on a date with Bakugou, and though it would probably be loud, and he'd probably be a little grouchy, she couldn't help but smile, cause she had a feeling it was going to be damn fun.

A few hours later, Bakugou received a text from an unknown number, but he knew immediately it was Uraraka.

[Text from: Round Face]: Hey Bakugou. It's Uraraka. Can't wait to see where we go! <3

He'd known it was her from the heart emoji she'd tacked on at the end.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't really a heart person. He didn't like cute things, and he thought emojis were stupid. But he supposed, even if he only admitted it in his very private, very personal thoughts, Uraraka Ochako was pretty damn cute, and he didn't mind her hearts.

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