When Deku and Uraraka turn up the next day, Iida isn't with them, and the poor green-haired cinnamon roll is bright red in the face.

So, naturally, with your newly-returned music rights, you start blasting Can You Feel The Love Tonight? as loudly as you can without getting screamed at by your brother. Of course, Deku screams at you instead but that's not the point.

"Whaaat? It's a good song," you grin.

Deku kinda looks like a tomato, with his red face and mop of green hair. "Y-Yes, well, b-but--"

"Anywhoooooo," you chirp. "Afternoon, my little twonks. How's it going?"

Uraraka laughs. "Nice to see you too, Y/n~! Today's been great. Oh - wait! We never introduced ourselves yesterday, even though we said we'd come back today..."

"It's cool. I kinda picked up your names, tell me if I'm wrong though. Cute Freckles is Deku, and you're Uraraka," you say, pointing at each of them in turn. Deku sputters a little, making both you and Uraraka giggle. Well, you snicker because you're 2 c00l 4 g1ggl1ng.

"Yup, but properly: I'm Uraraka Ochaco, and Deku's actual name is Midoriya Izuku." Called it - his name ISN'T Deku-

"Noice. Can I call you Ochacolatte?" You ask, definitely not referring to latte hotay. Nope. Not at all.

She laughs again. "Only if I can call youuu... Flapjack~!"

Oof, there goes my heart. Didn't need that anyway.

"Aight, and Midoriya can be Cinnamon Roll," you say, grinning again. His confused look makes you snort.

"Anyway..."

Soon enough, they've ordered and reclaimed their window seat. You're done fixing up their cocoa and cookies quickly, and you yoink a biscuit of your own to nibble on while you chat with them until more customers arrive. You're vaguely away of them watching you while you take care of order after order, multitasking and having to hop up onto the sides to grab a mug every so often. By the time the café's clear again and you've wandered back over, they look confused.

"Hey, Y- Flapjack?"

You nod, sprawled across two seats.

"How come you're the only one working here? Aren't there other workers?" Ochaco asks, tilting her head and successfully confirming that you are very, very pan.

"You're only about our age, right?" Deku adds, sipping at his still-warm cocoa.

You purse your lips for a second, before sitting up and screeching, "ARATA!" Deku chokes on his drink.

"THE HELL YOU WANT?" Your brother screams from the break room.

"IT'S YOUR SHIFT!"

"FUCK YOU, YOU DO IT!"

"Aaand that's the owner," you hum, going back to laying across the seats. Your customers just stare for a moment.

"... You're kidding."

"No, I'm Y/n."

"Oh my Go-"