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❝︎ FUCK LONELINESS, EAT THE CAKE . ❞︎

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Y/n was simply serving his customers. Either cake, coffee, juice, cookies, anything that the Sakura Café made, which was mostly sweets, but that doesn't matter. The café was known to have a peaceful aura and servers, which calmed the stressed and eased the sad. So, all was well.

Y/n's normal customers were on the older side of the age section. His calm personality, kind smile, and respectful speech eased them.

Kai's normal customers were usually in their early twenties. He was known to have an upbeat aura, especially to his normal and usual customers. They just feel at home with Kai's around.

Yumi was known for attracting the girls to their café. Her friendly attitude and upbeat persona made the girls feel safe at the café.

Tadashi, although he was quiet, and didn't talk to customers much, had a very calming aura around him. He attracts the quiet, yet kind, type of people.

All four of them is basically the main foundation that made Sakura Café, the Sakura Café. Although the manager/boss is usual out of state for business, the four workers didn't mind. And it was because of them that the four workers had became good friends.

And today was supposed to be a normal day. Just a regular day, that's what Y/n wanted. But, no. Ever since the heroes moved into the shared apartment, things have been weird for the (h/c) haired male. Like right now.

Y/n sighed as he rubbed his forehead, "I swear... Don't you have patrol, or something hero-y to do?" He asked.

Midoriya chuckled as he rubbed his nape in a shy manner, "Yes but I'm on my break and just so happened to be walking past."

"Of course..." Y/n muttered, "Well, do you want the window seat or just a regular table seat with our plants?"

"I'll be taking the window seat in the far back. I wouldn't want some unwanted attention by sitting up front," Midoriya said with a warming smile.

"Sure, pick your choice," Y/n said as he stepped to the side, letting the green haired hero to walk to his wanted table.

"Psst," a small voice whispered.

Y/n looked down and realized that one of his usual customers was whispering to him. She was a rather short old woman, with grey curls and almost shut eyes.

"Was that your boyfriend?" The old women asked in her raspy voice.

Y/n's face immediately went bright red.

"Obaasan!" Y/n whispered-yelled, "No! He's not my boyfriend! I don't have a partner at the moment! Plus how'd you know that I was a LGBTQ member??"

The old women just chuckled, "Don't think I don't see the make up on your face, dearie. I may be old but everyone around you are just blind."

Y/n blinked in appreciation, "So you don't mind being around a gay person?"

"Of course! Love is love no matter what, people my age are just imbeciles to not notice that."

Y/n smiled warmly. He was glad that his main customer accepted him for who he is.

"Thank you, Obaasan," Y/n said gratefully.

The old women chuckled once again. She took a bite out of her cake and waved the fork at the taller male.

"Now go, go get some vitamin D," the old women said.

Y/n walked away with a semi-confused face.

'Vitamin D?' Y/n thought.

He soon blushed like a mad man, 'She knows I'm a bottom?!?!'

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❝︎ WHEN THERE IS CAKE, THERE IS HOPE . ❞︎

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"Here's your strawberry cake. I hope you enjoy," Y/n said as he bowed.

"Thank you, Y/n," Midoriya said with a kind smile.

The cat eyed boy turned away and huffed. Fun fact, Yumi made Y/n serve the green haired hero. Something about her overhearing the conversation he had with the old lady, and her being an otaku, well... you can already guessed what happened.

The front door of the café rung, signaling that a new customer has entered the place.

"Hello and welcome to he Sakura Café, how many people are in your party today?" Y/n asked with his usual smile.

"It's was supposed to be one, but how about two?" A ruff male voice asked.

Y/n's eyebrow twitched, "Sorry sir, I don't follow."

"One person today."

"Alright," Y/n said as he wrote in his notepad, "Have a seat anywhere you like."

The older male, with dark red hair pushed past Y/n.

"Nice ass by the way," the older muttered, only loud enough for Y/n to hear, before walking to the closest table near the kitchen door.

Y/n shivered at the sedative tone. He growled in his mind, already not liking this new customer.

Midoriya watches from afar. He noticed the seductive look on the older male's face, and the uncomfortableness on his roommate's face. He'll be keeping an eye on the two, just in case something bad happens and that he needs to step in.

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❝︎ CAKE DOESN'T ASK QUESTIONS, CAKE UNDERSTANDS . ❞︎

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"AYO! Baby boy, over here!!" An unwanted red headed male called out.

The few people in the café cringed at the sound of the voice. Kai growled under his breathe at the older male who's been catcalling his friend for a while now.

Yumi got her phone out and took a secret picture of the red head male. She was already searching through Facebook and Instagram for the older's account

Y/n just sighed, partially over with this mans' shit.

Midoriya was on the edge of his seat, ready to arrest the red head male at any moment.

"Sir I already gave you multiple warnings to stop calling me 'sweet' nicknames and yelling across the café. I would have to ask you to leave," Y/n said as professionally as he could, still keeping the customers' service smile.

"Aww, don't be like that, baby. How about I buy you a drink after your shift?" The older male said as he reached his hand out to touch Y/n's ass, "And then maybe I could take you—"

Y/n immediately smacked the other male's hand away. His smile has now disappeared, replaced with a frown and disappointed eyes.

"Okay, look here bastard," Y/n's cold voice sent chills down the other male's spine, "I don't give a living fuck about what you want to do with me and where you want to take me. I don't fucking care about you. You, you nasty son of a bitch, are being a real nuisance right now. I have repeatedly asked you to stop calling me names I don't want, stop telling me the places you would take me, and have asked you to get the fuck out of here. So I'll give you one more chance..."

Y/n leaned down to the male's pale face. His (e/c) eyes glowing.

"Get the fuck out of my fucking café, before I tear you into fucking molecules."

The red haired male nodded swiftly. He scrambled out of his seat and ran out the door.

Y/n sighed, his cold demeaner disappearing. He walked back to where his co-workers are.

Midoriya stared as the shorter (h/c)-ette as he and his friend conversed with one another. He couldn't believe what had just happened, right in front of his eyes. He never knew that Y/n could be so scary to someone.

Maybe this cake break wasn't so bad after all.

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❝︎ CAKE IS FOR LIFE, NOT JUST FOR BIRTHDAYS . ❞︎

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