Boku no Hero Academia One-Shots

Opening the door of the restaurant, you couldn't help but gasp. Many patrons were at their tables dining on the intricate delicacies displayed on their dishes with warm smiles on their faces. The low roar of chatter seemed overwhelming based on how popular this place was. Employees kept a forced smile, the tips of it shaking as they went from guest to guest. Others had sweat slowly dripping from their brow they'd discreetly wipe away.

Your throat felt dry, butterflies rumbling in your lower stomach. You took a gulp in hopes of lubricating your parched throat, taking a step forward. At the host desk, a woman looked up at you with a warm smile. The woman's hair was cut down into a curly rose pixie-cut, tan horns protruding out. In the light of the restaurant, her magenta skin glowed—hands showing off her freshly done manicure.

"Hello! How may I help you today," she said. You took a deep breath before forcing your own smile on your lips. You strengthen your back to better your posture, arms tightly securing your bag.

"I have an interview with Mr. Bakugou today at 2," you replied. The woman momentarily quirked her eyebrow, before looking down to confirm what you told her. The smile on her lips slowly dripped into a frown.

"Ah, yes. I see you here (Y/n). Bakugou's office is over there to the left. Please wait outside until he opens the door and calls you in," she asked. You nodded in agreeance, offering another smile towards her. Her amber eyes held pity.

"Good luck, babes. You're gonna need it," she whispered. The smile on your face began to waver, walking off towards his office. The roar of the patrons began to soften the further away you got from the heart of this place. Leather cushions stood outside a large black door which was closed at the time. You could hear occasional muffled shouts erupting from the other side every once in a while. This had to be his office.

You went over and sat down on the leather seat, leg bouncing as you tried to ease your anxiety. You pressed your hands on your slacks, wiping them down to get rid of the invisible wrinkles. It had been years since you last saw Bakugou. In college the two of you always rival each other in class, trying to up the other person. Things were tense but fun between the two of you until he stopped interacting all together. Those sly looks he gave, that crude and sharp remarks, his grunts whenever you were right—all of them ceased abruptly. You always wondered why he stopped, pondering if you did anything to actually offend him—but, you didn't have the courage to properly ask.

The two of you continued on your collegiate careers almost as strangers.

Now here you were about to ask the man for a job.

You let out a sigh, looking down at your lap. You couldn't help feeling a bit pathetic regarding your situation. The cafe you desperately wanted to curate had come to an end after not reaching enough people. You had the skills to run a business, even create the pastries and drinks known throughout coffee shops. Regardless, businesses needed money and you couldn't come up with a lot of it. Your dream shop closed within 6 months of opening.

"God! He's such a fucking idiot!" a voice shouted, snapping you out of your thoughts. The door next to you had suddenly opened, your old classmate leaning on the side of it. His ruby eyes looked down at your form, slightly widening as he observed your features.

"...(Y/n)?" he whispered out. You flashed a small smile as you stood up from your position.

"Nice to see an old friend, if we can even call each other that," you chuckled. Bakugou slightly shook his head, a scornful expression returning. He motioned for you to come into his office and you followed before shutting the door. As he took a seat on his desk, you sat down in front of it.

"Why are you here? I figured you'd be off in the West making your successful bakery or whatever," he muttered, strumming his hands towards the desk. His ruby eyes bore into your soul. They seemed as sharp and fiery as ever.