~Inari's POV~

I found myself seated at a very high end coffee shop. All of the employees looked like they had a phD in coffeeology. The rest of the clientele looked like they were wealthy enough to have separate nannies for their kids and their pets. I felt horribly out of place.

"What the hell are we doing here?" I hissed under my breath as we approached a table with what looked like a marble top. It was so shiny it was damn near reflective.

"You said you liked coffee, they had the best reviews." Aizawa remarked casually.

"Okay...but I'm a very fucking cheap date, I would have been happy with gas station coffee." I grumbled. "Starbucks would have been fancy, this shit is like alienating. It kinda feels like we've stepped out of our world and into that one shady as hell rich planet in Star Wars where they beat kids and cute critters and sell guns that destroy other planets-..." I trailed off as I realized Aizawa was staring at me.

He sighed. "Just sit down." His hand gripped me firmly by the shoulder and I felt my heart rate quicken as he steered me to a chair and forced me to sit. I felt all out of sorts when he got this way and suddenly became forceful and took charge. It was confusing and made me feel weird and small but I didn't dislike it. "Inari?" He waved a hand in front of my face and I realized I'd been zoning out contemplating my life choices and second guessing my bedroom preferences.

"Huh?" I looked up at him curiously.

"Do you know what you want?" He asked.

My first thought was 'to be dominated by you some more,' to which my face immediately flushed scarlet and I almost screamed at myself. "...surprise me..." I squeaked.

"Are you alright? You don't look well."

"I'm running on zero coffee, normally I'm running on like 2 pots of coffee." I retorted sharply.

"...that's definitely unhealthy...stop doing that." He sighed and headed to the counter leaving me to have a mental freakout on my own.

"Oh my god I am broken." I groaned to myself and laid my head down on the table. "Stupid fucking brain, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I muttered miserably. How could I have possibly even thought such a thing? That was definitely not me, I was always the dominant one in any of my 'flings' as Hitoshi so lovingly called them. I absolutely despised handing control over to anyone, no one else could ever be trusted to be in control. I chalked it up to lack of caffeine and slowly massaged my temples.

I heard a faint 'clink' sound as someone set down a glass saucer with a steaming cup of caffeinated goodness in it. Slowly, I lifted my head to see Aizawa sitting across from me watching me carefully. There was a small plate with biscotti resting neatly atop it sitting in the center of the table that hadn't been there before.

I examined the mug before me, it looked fancy, probably hand crafted or some other rich bullshit. The liquid inside was steaming and had a white frothy top. As I sniffed at it I picked up notes of cinnamon and looked at it curiously. "What is it?"

"A cinnamon latte." He replied with a small smirk as he watched me examine it closer.

I took a sip and for a moment I felt as if I'd been lifted from the shitty world and transported to a magical coffee heaven. I was angry that it tasted so good and couldn't help but drink more.

"Well, how is it?" He asked.

"The mug is stupid." I huffed, causing him to crack a smile.

I picked up one of the biscotti and was tempted to make airplane noises as I crashed it into my latte just to see if it would scare him away. A few people at nearby tables looked at me warily as I dropped the biscotti loudly into my mug. It sounded like one person muttered 'what a heathen.'

Aizawa shook his head but said nothing about my obnoxious behavior. "How long have you been on your own?"

I frowned. "Nope, I'm asking questions first."

He inclined an inquisitive brow but remained quiet, waiting for me to continue.

"Where do you stand in the LGBTQ+ community? Are you a part of it? Are you like a legit ally? Or are you like one of those 'allies' that's just like I won't get in your way but I also won't do a damn thing if I see or hear someone slandering you and still going to claim to be an ally?" I asked.

"That was an oddly specific example..." He noted before taking a moment to respond, "I'm bisexual, so I guess I'm a part of the community? Though I don't much care for large gatherings so I avoid all the Pride festivities."

I felt my heart skip a little in my chest. That was definitely a point in his favor.

He watched me carefully as I struggled with what to say next, "am I allowed to inquire about your stance?"

"I'm a pansexual disaster and will fight anyone that dares try to hurt anyone because of their sexual orientation or identity." I replied.

He nodded, "does this have something to do with why you were very aggressively demanding to know where Kaminari lived?"

"I'm not sure I should answer that question." I huffed.

"Why?" He asked curiously.

"...because you're going to try to stop me..." I looked away from him, focusing hard on my fancy mug.

"Depends what's on your agenda." He smirked.

"Assault?" I smiled innocently.

"Try again." He chuckled.

"Violence?"

"Sorta the same thing." He smiled.

"Murder?"

"You're just escalating at this point." He shook his head at me.

"A strongly worded letter written on my knuckles?"

"It all comes back to violence." He sighed.

"It's worked for me so far." I grumbled.

He took a sip of his own caffeinated beverage and civilly dipped a biscotti into it before taking a small bite of it. "Is Kaminari okay?" He asked after a moment of silence.

"He will be now." I folded my arms across my chest.

"Why is that?" He asked curiously.

"Because he is now staying somewhere he will be loved and accepted and I will destroy anyone who tries to hurt him." I snapped.

Aizawa smiled, "then I guess I have nothing to worry about, and don't need to report his case to anyone and risk him getting put into someone else's custody."

"Even if you did, they'd have to fight me for him." I retorted. "So, are you giving me their address?"

Aizawa shook his head, "no. I will, however, go on my own and pick up whatever personal belongings he has. Otherwise, I'll have to make a report and it's very likely he will be put in someone else's custody..."

I sighed. He was right but that didn't mean I didn't still want to bash their faces in and rip away their entire existence with my quirk. "...I really dislike you..."

"I don't think you do." He smirked.

"I really want to." I huffed and dropped another biscotti into my latte since the first one appeared to have disappeared within it.

Aizawa chuckled as I took a drink and nearly choked myself on the chunky biscotti bits that came with it. He looked away as I shot him a threatening glare. "Biscotti: 1 Inari: 0, which means Stalker: 1 Inari: 1." He smirked before realizing he'd just called himself a stalker. He groaned and dropped his head into his hands.

"HA!" I cackled obnoxiously before sitting up straight and gloating, "I believe that's now Inari:2 Stalker: 1. I'm winning."