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Pretty much as soon as Izuku got there and before they could get started on anything Katsuki got a call from a client that he had to take.

The annoyance on his face was crystal clear making Kirishima give a quiet snicker while he starts a conversation with the greenett.

" You nervous bro?", he smiles gently.

Izuku gives him a sheepish grin with a nervous laugh.

" Is it that obvious?"

The redhead smiles warmly.

" Yeah a little. But I think you're gonna do well. I mean I haven't seen any of your stuff but from what Bakubro says you got some real skills, and he doesn't give compliments easily, so if he says your shits good it's gotta be."

Izuku blushes lightly.

" It's ok I guess, but I've never done anything like this so I'm not so sure of myself yet.

The redhead nods.

" I hear that man but believe it or not Bakugo is a really good teacher with this stuff. He was my mentor and taught me even though we were friends since high school. You'll do fine bro, you can always ask us questions too if you need anything."

The deep tone of the voice behind them let's Izuku know that blonde tiger is always listening.

" What the fuck would he need anything from you when he has me?", the cocky blonde smirks.

Kirishima rolls his eyes with laughter in his tone.

" My mistake. Anyway, good luck today bro!"

Izuku smiles shyly.

" Thank you."

Katsuki eyes the greenett who he can tell is nervous.

" Come back here with me, I have an office in the back."

Sero's voice is suddenly heard.

" When do we get an office?"

The blonde tosses a rolled up piece of paper at the male.

" When you own the fucking business. So...never.", he grins making his two friends chuckle.

Izuku smiles at the back and forth banter. He likes this part, he just hopes he can keep up with the rest.

He follows behind the tall blonde who leads him to the very back of the shop through an open door that's Katsuki's office.

Emerald eyes take in the space seeing that it's decorated much like the shop itself. Dark reds and blacks, pictures of tattoos and art work, somewhat of a mix of music and art. A flat screen tv hangs on the wall with a leather loveseat in the corner. There's a large black desk with a red leather chair. Tattoo sketches litter the top of the desk space along with ink color swatches, coffee cups, a laptop and even a liquor bottle or two.

Katsuki sees emerald eyes wandering over his desk.

The blonde smirks, tapping a tequila bottle as he sits in his desk chair.

"That shits for after work, don't go thinking I do this job plastered. Of course if you wanna take a shot now to settle those nerves I see, go ahead. Don't worry, I won't even tell your boss.", he says the last part with a wink that sends a deep blush across the desk.

Izuku smiles with that deep sheepish look that Katsuki has been finding himself attracted to. He laughs softly.

" I wasn't thinking that, and no thanks to the shot. You seem awfully sure that you'll be my boss."