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It’s no secret that the underground pro hero was a fan of cats. Anyone who truly knew him knew that he couldn’t resist petting their soft little heads or letting them use him as a pillow. They were utterly adorable, too adorable and Hitoshi would proudly admit that he’s weak for them.
So when he returns from a three week mission in Okinawa, helping uncover a secret quirk enhancement trafficking ring, he is pleasantly surprised to see a new cafe has opened near his house. A cat cafe.
Naturally he immediately needs to check it out, which is how he finds himself sitting by a window and surrounded by the fattest cats he can find. A pure white one sits on his lap, like he owns it. “I see Snowball has taken a liking to you.”
A soft voice says from somewhere behind him and the underground hero turns to greet what he assumes is the waiter. When he sees him, Hitoshi feels his breath catch in his throat.
In front of him has to be the most gorgeous man he’s ever laid eyes on. Fluffy green hair, wide and bright green eyes, cherub cheeks covered in tiny little freckles. Eventually he realizes the man is talking to him and he shakes his head.
“Sorry, I spaced out.” he says, hand coming up to rub his neck, “I’m Shinsou Hitoshi, I live nearby.” he shares, smiling. Why was he sharing this with an absolute stranger? Granted, a beautiful stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.
The green eyed beauty smiles back. “That’s alright. My name’s Midoriya Izuku. I actually just opened this place a week ago.” Hitoshi could swoon. Cute man owns the cute cat cafe. What a dream come true.
“Can I get you anything? We have -” he trails on with various items but Hitoshi is just mesmerized. He can make out the outline of muscles just underneath the man’s shirt and his jeans are doing his ass so much justice that he kind of wants to give them it’s own hero license.
He notices that it’s silent and the other is waiting for an answer, so Hitoshi says the first thing he can think of. “Both. Both is good.”
Midoriya raises an eyebrow. “You’ll have both of what?” Right. Shit. Hitoshi panics and figures most cafes have sweets so he can’t say anything too stupid.
“The last two things. I’ll take those.”
Based on the look the other gives him, apparently he can say something stupid. “You’ll take a minced pie and a pineapple tart?” The hero nods dumbly. “Would you like a drink with that?”
“Hot chocolate?” he says, but of course it comes out as a question. Midoriya smiles like he’s figured out a secret and tells him the waitress will have his order soon. When the other is out of sight he looks down at Snowball. “I’m pathetic, aren’t I?”
The cat meows and Hitoshi sighs, resigning himself to his fate.
Not long after a girl with blond pigtails comes out with his pastries and his drink. The hero thanks her, before turning to his table. He has no idea what a fucking minced pie is and he’s allergic to pineapple. So really, the hot chocolate is the only thing he could drink. Wonderful.
Midoriya doesn’t come back and the hero sighs, getting up to leave. He tries not to feel too upset about it, after all he was shamelessly gawking at the man. Maybe his dads were right and he needed to work on his people skills. He takes the pastries home with him and he almost throws the whole box out when his little sister tells him she’ll eat it.
He’s trying to find Salem so he can cuddle away his rejection when Eri calls out from the kitchen. “Looks like you got a fan, Toshi!”
He walks into the kitchen wondering what the hell she was talking about, when she pointed to the inside of the box. On the other side of the lid was a phone number written in curly script and Izuku Midoriya’s name. Eri snorts. “I can’t believe someone gave you their phone number, you look like a smelly homeless dude.”
The hero throws a napkin in her face, mimicking her sentence. “You’re talking a lot for someone who needs me to convince dad to let you go to that party this weekend.” Eri pouts.
“It’s not my fault dad’s being difficult!” she says, waving her hands in the air, “I’m plenty responsible!”
Hitoshi laughs as he fills up Salem’s bowl. His cat immediately strolls into the kitchen. “You’re seventeen and kind of a dumbass.” Is all he says as he leans down to pet his cat.
“I’m sorry which one of us tried to get out of the car with their seat belt on?”
“That was one time!” Hitoshi hisses and Eri rolls her eyes, but neither of them hold any actual malice. “Eat your pineapple tart and behave or dad will find out who drank his last juice pouch.”
His sister sticks her tongue out, before digging into her tart while Hitoshi takes out his phone. He adds the number and opens to text the cute cafe owner when he realizes he has no idea how to start. He can’t just say, hey remember me? I was the dumbass that zoned out and ordered something he was allergic to because I was too busy being gay.
“Eri,” he whines, plopping down next to her and giving her his phone, “help.” His sister snorts, but takes the device regardless.
“Is this the mystery box man?” He nods and she quickly types out something. She hits send and hands his phone back to him and he checks to see what she sent.
[Shinsou]
Wasn’t expecting such a sweet surprise when I got home. Thanks though, I’ve always had a bit of a sweet tooth.
“How do you come up with this?” Eri shrugs.
“Some of us are just talented that way,” she explains, “plus, it’d be no fun if you were smooth. Watching you gay panic is entertaining.”
Hitoshi takes a deep breath in order not to strangle her. “I cannot wait until you get a crush and forget every word you’ve ever learned.” His sister snorts just as his phone buzzes. He’s a bit embarrassed by how quickly he answers it, but to be fair he thought he had blown his shot at the cafe.
[Midoriya]
Sweet tooth, huh? Is that why you order a minced pie and a pineapple tart?
Shit. Eri looks over his shoulder and laughs, because she’s an evil little thing no matter what his dads say. Cute, but evil, pure evil. Still, when she holds out her hand he passes her his phone and watches as she types away an answer.
“Here.” She passes the phone back to him with a smile and Hitoshi squints at her. Reading the message he almost chokes.
[Shinsou]
Yeah, sorry about that. I don’t usually order pastries I’m allergic to, but you were just unbelievably cute and I gay panicked. Personally, I think you should make it up to me seeing as how you’re why I was distracted.
Hitoshi stares incredulously at his sister. “Why would you say that?” he asks, suddenly feeling really hot and clammy. The devil doesn't even look at him, instead scrolling through her phone and picking at her treat.
“What? Isn’t that what happened? I think relationships should be built on honesty, don’t you agree?” She looks at him with a smug little smile and he almost chucks the phone at her.
Except the buzzing of his phone catches his attention and he groans. “Look at it and tell me how bad it is.” he says, pushing his phone over to his sister.
Eri rolls her eyes. “You’re such a baby, Toshi.” she unlocks his phone and reads, before handing it back to him. “It’s fine. He seems nice. You might finally get laid.” she teases and he swats at her arm before she can jump out of her chair. She cackles, making her way into his living room leaving him alone with his phone.
[Midoriya]
I could tell you were a bit distracted. And you’re right, I should make it up to you since it was my fault that you were so distracted and put yourself at risk. It’s only fair I get you something less fatal and more tasty next time. Maybe tomorrow around 4 if you’re not too busy?
Hitoshi smiles at his phone, not even bothering to ask Eri to help him answer this time. He probably looks like a dumbass and his sister will most definitely rat him out to their parents when they see them later, but he can’t really bring himself to care as he types out his response.
[Shinsou]
I’d like that.