"Why do you love Bakugo so much?... and not me? What does he have?!"
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That one day Katsuki, a random teenager, decided to give her a pack of pencils was the day the both of them developed small fragile feelings for each other.

However, there was one more day before they transitioned into High school in which he had given her once again another kind gesture.

At the diner where she worked, she would take orders and bring food, or take food back if it didn't satisfy someone. While she had no problem with it, the chef did.

Today she had her shift cut short because the restaurant was closing early. Some part of her was happy to be off early, but the other knew that would mean less money. However she knew this was out of her control, so she shrugged it off. Only hoping she could possibly stretch her budget any further than she had already. Her mind wandered off again.

"L/n! Take these out to table 12!" The chef yelled, Y/n got right on it. She carried out five plates on a giant round tray carefully, but quickly and elegantly as usual.

"Here you go! Let me know if you need anything else." She said kindly as she placed the plates down. The two older men returned smiles as she walked away.

"Miss!" One of them called, she turned around and approached again. "Yes?"

"Me and my friend here was just wondering if you were single." Y/n kept her smile.

"I'm...a minor." She said uncomfortably.

"So?" The man lowered his voice. "If you ask me that makes it better."

"Sir I don't think-" The man grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, her stomach hit the edge of the table and she gasped.

"Why not cooperate and just do as we say. You'd make an excellent wife--well, not with that attitude."

"Let me go." She said sternly, the man laughed at her. She pulled away but his grip only tightened.

"You're-" Out of nowhere it seemed, the man's plate blew up, Y/n jumped.

"Let her go old man!"

"What are you gonna do kid? Stay out of ou-" He aimed at the man's hand and fired, however the guy let go the very last second and his explosion only hit Y/n, she stumbled back, wincing quietly.

"Don't you know how to mind your own business! Look at you causing a scene!" The man yelled as he stood up angrily. People around the two started to look at the two arguing.

"How about you keep your dirty fucking hands to yourself?!" Y/n looked at Katsuki, then at her hand, burning from taking the impact of his explosion.

"What's going on here!" Security yelled, Katsuki prepared to fight, so did the man however the guard intercepted the two.

"This little boy-"

"He tried to touch her! That's what happened!" Katsuki interrupted. "I don't care if you kick me out, but at least have somewhat respect for your staff to keep dick heads like him away!"

"They shouldn't have to respect low lives! Look at that little girl! Nothing but a whor-"

"Alright that's enough! Out!" Security yelled as he dragged the old man and his friend out of the restaurant. He came back and gave Katsuki a warning.

"I'll let you stay with a warning. Stop trying to play hero, if you see something happen in this restaurant you get us." He poked the blonde in his forehead and left. Bakugo took a deep, angry breath. He spared Y/n a glance before turning around and heading back to his table.

She was speechless at what just transpired. One of her co-workers urged her to the back to tend to her injury, and she was just so deep in thought.

She had watched Katsuki torment a little boy for being quirkless for years, and now, the same one, the same angry blonde just helped her. She had watched him yell at a girl for looking at him. Some things were just unbelievable. She had thought he was some violent kid angry at the world or possibly himself, but tonight she had seen something different than that. Perhaps her judgement of him was wrong.

"Y/n, are you okay?" The girl asked, one of her co-workers and by far her favorite one.

"Yeah, just shocked. Y'know?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen anything like that in my three years being here! I'm so sorry you had to experience that."

That was enough talking for Y/n, she needed to get back out there and thank Katsuki before he left.

"Myra, can I have table 9?" She spoke softly.

"Oh God do whatever, I have so many tables tonight! Thank you."

"No thank you!" Y/n jumped up and speed walked out the door.

Bakugo was on his phone, talking angrily in his head. He was thinking about what just occurred and texting his mother and his friends at the same time. His booth was empty, besides him.

"Hi, I'll be your waitress tonight. Are you ready to order?" he furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes shot up at her, not moving his face away from his phone.

"Yeah." he put his phone down. "I want the shrimp udon, the chicken katsu--I want that with a salad too, and fried rice," the girl quickly wrote in her notepad as he continued his long, atrocious order. "I also want a sprite, no ice and a chocolate milkshake." he finished off.

Y/n chuckled lightly. "To go?" She asked. he nodded as a smirk crept up his face.

Y/n came back with nothing in her hands, but a kind smile on her face.

"Your order will be done shortly, they made your milkshake and sprite so early, so I put them in the fridge to ensure they were still cold when you got them."

"Thanks." he said so lowly she almost didn't hear it. She stood there for a few moments in silence before he looked up at her. She looked almost nervous.

"What?"

"Well-I just, wanted to thank you. I don't know if I could make it up to you, for earlier."

"You don't. You don't always have to owe people." He sounded almost angry. Was that just how he was?

"I know but you've been so nice-"

"I'm serious. I don't know what type of monster you think I am, but I didn't do that so you'd owe me. I just hate dick heads. That's all."

"I don't think you're a monster."

"yeah well you sure don't act like it." Y/n frowned. She never meant to make him feel that way, she was saddened by her actions.

30 minutes had gone by, Y/n was zipping table to table, every now and then spared looks at Katsuki just to see. Finally, his 10 item order was done and she was carrying out 3 medium sized bags filled with white take out boxes. She had already put the check book on his table and he had already paid.

"Here you go, enjoy your meal." She said quietly. He stood up and averted his eyes. Y/n took the book as he grabbed his stuff and with the awkward tension between the two she walked away. The cash he put in the booklet was a huge amount, the exact change however there was an extra 45 dollars, Y/n went back to him. she caught him just before he left the door.

"Oh sir wait! You forgot your change." She chuckled lightly, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"It's a tip, you know what that is right? Keep it." he said with a slight smirk.

"I-I can't take this, it's 45 dollars!" She urged the money towards him, he gently pushed her hands away.

"Keep it!" He left the door rather quickly. Y/n had an odd feeling in her chest. She had not a pit in her stomach, but butterflies.