The next day, Ochacolatte, Cinnamon Roll™ and Momo walk in to see you screaming on top of a table with a strange man brandishing a knife at you. Oh, and there's heavy metal music blasting through the loudspeakers, but that doesn't seem too important considering how close you are to getting stabbed.

"GIVE ME THE FUCKING IPOD! I WON'T HESITATE, BITCH!"

"DON'T REFERENCE A VINE, YOU FILTHY HEATHEN! YOU AREN'T WORTHY!" You screech.

"What is going on?!" Momo yells.

Your head snaps around to face them, all stood in defensive positions, prepared to attack. The guy - your brother - instantly straightens up, the knife clattering harmlessly to the floor as he gives a fake as fuck smile.

"I'm very sorry you had to see this. My little sibling never listens to me, so I was just scaring them a little. Don't worry though, I'd never hurt them," Arata says, the picture of pleasantry. His hand closes around your wrist and you're yanked down to stand next to him. "Tell them, Y/n."

"Yeah, that," you say, pulling your hand away and begrudgingly turning the music down. Your roll your eyes as soon as he looks away.

"Y/n will get you something on the house as an apology. Thank you for choosing my café," he smiles, before turning and disappearing into the break room. You stick your tongue out after him, then head behind the counter yourself. The trio follow along, still looking concerned as they stand on the other side of the display.

"C'mon guys, chill~," you say, putting the knife back in the drawer where it belongs. You grin at them. "We were just messing around. He wouldn't actually stab me." ... probably.

Momo sighs and gives a small smile. "Still, even if he wasn't going to hurt you he shouldn't have threatened to like that. I understand siblings... roughhouse sometimes, but that's a little too far."

"Exactly!! Tell me if he does something like that again!" Ochaco demands, hands on the counter.

You laugh. "Fine, fine! Just calm down, okay? Anywho, what shit do y'all want? You heard my brother say you could have something for free."

"I want the good kush!" Ochaco says.

"This is the Hero Café, how good can it be?" Cinnamon mumbles, and you scream. Apparently he's beginning to succumb to the void. He's a goner.

You go back into the regular routine of taking their orders, sheepishly letting Momo help you, teasing Deku and sitting with them when there aren't customers waiting. Turns out they, Iida and the rest of the girls go to UA, which is fucking awesome. They've been trying to convince other members of their class to come along, and you make mental notes of their names and such. Before long, they're done with their snacks and have to head home, leaving you alone to deal with other customers for the rest of the afternoon.

It's literally five minutes before closing time and you're getting ready to take your apron off when a giant ass fucking truck crashes through the front of the café. Glass flies everywhere, as do tables, and you thank hell that you're the only one in the room, narrowly avoiding a shard to the face. Then, the window is rolled down and the fucking number three hero leans out.

"From the bottom of my heart, let me just say... my bad," says Hawks.