#shouto shows up not all the time but enough to prompt these conversations from coworkers

[kirishii-gay]

Kiribaku Week Day 1

BITTERSWEET- Co-written by @fortheloveofbmo​

Word Count: 5k Prompt: Shy / Coffee Shop AU / Tears

@kiribakuweek2k18​

Read on AO3 Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14356611

Katsuki grimaces as he finishes buttoning his shirt in front of the mirror. Another day, another fuckin’ dollar. It’s seven am on a Sunday morning, and here he is getting ready for another lovely day of his customer service job. He loops his tie around his neck, and knots it mindlessly as he stares out the window at the lighting sky. He can at least be thankful that he didn’t have the opening shift. The only thing he dreads is who else he has to work with this morning aside from his boss, Aizawa. If there’s any benevolent deity out there watching over him it will be Kendou. She’s professional, and a cool chick all around. Shifts with her are more tolerable.

Katsuki slides his non-slip shoes on, and makes his way out of his apartment. He has to get to the station in fifteen minutes if he has any plans to get to the cafe on time. He jogs over to the stairs, knowing the elevator is ‘down for maintenance’. It seems like the elevator is down for maintenance every few weeks, but Katsuki supposes that’s what’s to be expected when you live at a cheap apartment building.

Meanwhile, Eijirou has finally given in to his screaming alarm and gotten out of bed, unusually excited. The sun seems to twinkle a little brighter as it coats the room in a soft hue, gently asking Eijirou to get up. The red-head complies, hoisting himself up and running his hand through his messy bed-hair. The apartment still feels unfamiliar, waking up each day without recognition at first before becoming acclimated with his new bedroom. His high school friend, Sero, is next door, accompanied by his roommate, Kaminari, who is also friends with Eijirou. Things seem pretty cool so far.

The only thing he hasn’t found is a job, which is his plan for today. Carmine eyes scan his wardrobe before lighting up and he grabs pieces of clothing, shrugging them on. Eijirou takes one last look in the mirror and nods happily at the sight. He’s chosen a semi-expensive, tight-fit black shirt that has sleeves that reach just below his elbows and clings to his chest slightly, with blood-red trousers.

He starts to gel up his hair in the mirror of his fairly small bathroom,

The redhead makes his way down the hall, heading towards the staircase. On the stairs is a young man with spiked, ash-colored hair and intense red eyes. He’s wearing what looks like a uniform for some cafe. Eijirou recognises him as the guy who lives across from his apartment, but they have never really talked. ���Yo!” Eijirou calls, waving as he makes his way over to the blond. “I live in the apartment opposite you, but I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Kirishima!”

Katsuki turns to face the man speaking to him. It’s some guy, probably around his age, with red hair gelled up in a bizarre hairstyle. He had actually seen the guy moving in a few weeks prior, but he hasn’t had a desire to speak with him. Katsuki has been quite preoccupied with his exams for summer classes, so the new neighbor hadn’t been a priority at the time. The red-head might be cute as hell, even with that shitty hair-do, but Katsuki has enough on his plate as it is without extra social obligations.

The blond tsks and begrudgingly answers, “Bakugou. Now, I have to fuckin’ split. I have a train to catch.” He turns away, hoping the other will leave it at that.

Eijirou’s eyes widen and he runs forward to grab Bakugou’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. Bakugou shoots him an annoyed expression and Eijirou releases his hand with a nervous chuckle. Embarrassing or not, Eijirou doesn’t want the conversation to end there. He racks his brain for a conversation starter, dreading the lingering silence before Eijirou’s eyes dart down to the blond’s outfit. A vest hugs his chest, as well as tight-fit black jeans, and a tie hangs tightly from his neck which he keeps tugging every so often.

“Nice uniform! Do you work there?” The redhead comments, beaming and voice filled with newfound excitement. “I’ve been looking for a job for a while, actually. Are they hiring?”

“No,” he drawls, shaking the hand off of his shoulder irritably, “I’m just wearing this for fun. Of course, I work there. And who knows? I guess you would have to ask to find out, I don’t keep up with the employment status of the place.” Seriously, who does this fuckin’ guy think he is?

Eijirou throws back his head and laughs, finding the coarse attitude of the stranger completely amusing. Most would’ve dropped it right there, said a regretless goodbye to the stranger and left. But Eijirou is determined, and he has a newfound goal, a mission you could say. He’s going to befriend the pissed stranger. Something about this guy just..drew him in. He wanted to get to know him.

Step 1: Find out where he’s working and apply for the same job. After all, he is a broke college student in need of money.

It isn’t that hard to track down the cafe after a bit of digging, to be honest. The uniform is a dead giveaway. It belongs to a popular place called “The Mug Shot”, and his friends are actually regular visitors there. He loves the joke in the name of the cafe and how the whole store follows that theme. Luckily enough, they happen to be hiring when he goes for a visit With a satisfied grin, Eijirou applies, and chuckles to himself knowing that the hot-headed blond will not be happy. At all.

It’s Thursday afternoon, and Katsuki has just finished his last class for the day, he contemplates the new assignment that the economics teacher has given to the class, going over different ideas he can use for his paper as he walks leisurely to the cafe. He doesn’t have to be there for another hour, but he likes to get there early so he doesn’t feel so goddamn rushed. It gives him time to sit and make a dent on his hellish amount of homework, maybe drink one of the specialty hot chocolates before his shift (they have this one made with chile infused chocolate, and it’s so fucking delicious).

Unfortunately, his pre-shift plans are ruined as soon as he arrives. Aizawa looks up as the front door chimes, seeing Katsuki walk in. The older man gestures him over. “Ah, Bakugou. Perfect,” Aizawa says when the blond reaches him. “I’m glad you’re here early today. We have a new employee, and I need you to walk him through some things before your shift starts.”

Katsuki grits his teeth. “I don’t fuckin’ think so, isn’t that your job? My shift hasn’t even started yet.”

Aizawa is, predictably, completely unaffected by Katsuki’s refusal. “Some deliveries are scheduled to arrive in ten minutes, and as the owner and currently the only working manager, I have to oversee them. The rest of the staff are busy actually working. Logically, you’re the best one to ‘show him the ropes’, so to speak.” Aizawa jacks his thumb over his shoulder toward a corner table and continues, “He’s signing some paperwork in the office right now, but his stuff is over there, and when he comes out I need you to go over the rules, and what will be expected of him as an employee. You know the drill. When your shift officially starts, he will be shadowing you so at least try to play nice.” His boss doesn’t even give him a chance to reply, heading to the back of the store before he can get another word in edgewise.

Katsuki seethes in place at the injustice of it all. Of course, he’s gonna fuckin’ do it, but that doesn’t mean he’s gonna be happy about it. It’s probably another annoying teenager with a cracking voice and no concept of hard work that’ll just weigh him down, like they usually do. The last person he had had to train was Mina. She had been annoying as hell to deal with, but at least she’s competent. He can only hope he’ll be so lucky this time, but with how his day has gone so far, he doubts it. He gives the still vacant corner an irate glare, before stomping up to the register. His coworker, Todoroki, is there, taking a free moment between customers to clean the counter.

Seeing a scowling Katsuki stalk up to the counter, he asks, “The pre-shift usual?” The blond gives a terse nod, not looking at the other. Todoroki calls the order over to their other co-worker, Kendou, before turning back to Katsuki. “I don’t think it’ll be as bad as you think, Bakugou. I met the guy earlier. He’s not so bad, and seems sincere enough.”

Katsuki scoffs. “Easy to say when you’re not the one training him.”

Shouto grabs the finished hot chocolate off of the counter and sighs as he hands it over. “Don’t be too hard on him just because you’re in a bad mood, Bakugou. It’s his first day.”

“Tch. I might be pissed off, but I can be professional when the time fuckin’ calls for it.” Shouto gives him a deadpan look, causing Katsuki to bristle angrily. “You trying to say something, half-n-half?!”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Katsuki scowls and turns away from the man to go sit at the table Aizawa had indicated earlier. There’s a red messenger bag in one of the seats with plenty of pins stuck on. Katsuki does his best to ignore all the indications of another human as he drinks his hot chocolate. The guy isn’t here yet, and he’s going to enjoy his alone time while he still fuckin’ can.

When Eijirou finishes the paperwork, he makes a quick stop in the bathroom to go over his uniform one last time in the mirror, inhaling and exhaling slowly, a little nervous for his first day. He has his hair tied back in a messy ponytail, strings of red hair falling carelessly into his face. The uniform feels comfortable over his tanned skin, and the tight top hugs his muscles. It’s a little too small, but who is he to complain? Eijirou struggles with the tie, looping it over and over in an attempt to knot it properly, to no avail. After a couple more minutes of struggling, the tie finally cooperates. Eijirou carefully pins on his badge, a black and white piece of plastic that reads his first and last name underneath jail bars. The design makes Eijirou laugh. Man, he loves this cafe.

As he makes his way out, he catches contact with his co-worker that he met briefly earlier , a two-tone haired man who looks somewhat exhausted. The man’s phone hangs in his hand lazily, and he blows a stray strand of hair off his face. Eijirou waves and flashes a grin, making his way over to the other man. “Yo! I just started working here! Sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier. I’m Kirishima.” He grins, holding out a hand. The young man, whose name badge reads Todoroki, takes it with a slight smile. Eijirou immediately beams and attempts conversation, to which Todoroki politely replies.

The veteran employee can tell Eijirou is excited—too damn excited. This is a cafe, people don’t usually treat it like a dream job for crying out loud. “So, do you know who’ll be your mentor?” Todoroki asks with a small, knowing smile.

“No, I don’t know yet but I’m sure we’ll get along great!” Eijirou replies, his weird excitement not ceasing. Todoroki lets out a slight chuckle, one that reeks of pity. Eijirou cocks an eyebrow, but dismisses whatever insinuation Todoroki is trying to make.

“Kirishima!” Aizawa calls, his face peering out from the kitchen where Eijirou can see a man carrying in boxes. His new boss appears completely uninterested, his hands hanging in his pockets. “Your shift is starting, hurry up.” Eijirou nods eagerly and holds up a hand in apology towards Todoroki. He sucks in a breath, attempting to calm his nerves and then returns his smile, making his way over to the table that holds his mentor.

Eijirou’s eyes go wide and he holds back a choked laugh as he catches sight of his new co-worker, mentor, and—most importantly—neighbor. Bakugou is sprawled across the seat, aggressively drinking from an enclosed coffee cup. Eijirou didn’t know that was even possible. The man’s familiar red eyes are narrowed, and the blond looks downright annoyed. Still cute, though.

“Bakugou! What a coincidence, mate!” Eijirou calls out, waving as he jogs toward the blond. This is so damn funny, Bakugou—who barely even wants to look at him—is now going to be his mentor! And on top of that, his co-worker! Kirishima’s chest turns and a blush dances across his cheeks. Seems like he’s going to get closer to Bakugou than he thought.

At the sound of his name being called, Katsuki turns to find the source of the voice, automatically glaring in response to the enthusiastic and overly familiar greeting. When he sees the redhead making his way to the table, it takes a moment for him to place the other. It’s the guy with the shitty hair a floor down. He’s hard to place with his hair no longer gelled up, but Katsuki could hardly forget that sharp smile. This is the person he is supposed to mentor? Seriously, could his day get any worse?

“What the fuck are you doing here? Stalking me?” Katsuki mutters, drilling holes in the opposite wall now so that he isn’t tempted to wince from the bright smile of his newest trainee. Of course, Katsuki knows what he’s doing here. The blond can put two and two together, but hell if he’ll take this lying down.

Eijirou ignores the comment and sits down next to the blond, his smile not ceasing even for a second. He’s excited to start his job here, but even more excited at the fact that it’s Bakugou who’s teaching him. The guy seems to always have an awful attitude, sure, but Eijirou feels there is more to him. Plus, a part of him really, really wants to get to know him more. Eijirou wonders what he’d look like if he wasn’t wearing that scowl, what his laugh would sound like. He looks strong, very strong, as well. Eijirou wants to get closer to him.

Even with his sour behaviour and fire-like temper, Bakugou is very attractive. The spiky blond hair that falls over his eyes when he turns his head down, the intense glare that emerges from his fire-filled eyes. The way his mouth stretches into a growl, causing his tan skin to flush an angry red. Eijirou finds that extremely attractive.

Eijirou then realises his gaze has been on the blond for a little too long and shakes his head, focusing his attention back on Bakugou’s words. “I’m not a stalker, Bakugou! I was just looking for a job and chose to work here.” Eijirou grins, wincing as he notices the way his heartbeat sped up from just looking at Bakugou.

Katsuki grunts. “Ya know, when I said ask for yourself I didn’t think you would actually fuckin’ do it, Shitty Hair.”

Eijirou drops his lip into a fake pout, his eyes twinkling. “I’m a man of many surprises. Come on! Are you seriously not looking forward to working with me?” The redhead replies, overdramatically painting his face in a ‘hurt’ expression.

“Honestly?” Katsuki asks. The red head nods expectantly. “Not particularly, if you’re as annoying as the rest of these shitheads. But I guess… as long as you work hard we’ll do okay.” Katsuki’s eyes narrow. “If you slack off and cause any fuckin’ problems, best believe you’ll be on your ass without a job before you can even say ‘sorry’, got it?”

“Got it!” Eijirou replies cheerfully, determined to make the time with the blond a good one. And if that means impressing him with the ability to make different variations of coffee, so be it.

“Good.” Katsuki slaps down a trainer’s handbook. “We’re going to go through this, and I’ll be telling you about the different jobs that you’ll be expected to do. If you do better on one thing than another, more than likely that’s what you’ll end up doing most of the time. But you have to try your hand at all of the jobs to get a feel for what will suit your dumbass the best. Besides, it’s better to know how to do everything in case you need to take over someone’s shift, or what-the-fuck-ever. So—”

Katsuki spends the next forty-five minutes or so walking Kirishima through the handbook, answering any questions he might have. Katsuki has to admit, Kirishima is much more attentive than he thought he would be.

“Alright, so that covers everything pretty damn well. If you need to know anything else, feel free to ask. My shift is about to start, so I have to change and shit. I’ll be right back, so why don’t you go ahead and introduce yourself to those new shithead co-workers of yours.”

The redhead reaches behind his back and tightens the knot in his apron, separating from Bakugou to head toward the counter. Eijirou is immediately greeted by the only two other employees , each waving him over with polite grins. The welcoming attitude of the two is a nice change from Bakugou, he has to admit.

Todoroki acknowledges him with a nod, and Eijirou nods back before the other one comes forward, a girl who introduces herself as Kendou. She is very friendly, and she seems like the most well put together out of the entire group. Her sunset orange hair is pulled up into a bun, and her warm green eyes are twinkling as she gives a small warning about Bakugou before wishing Eijirou luck.

Having finally met everyone, Eijirou returns to Bakugou— who has just returned from the back room, now dressed in his uniform—even more excited, if that’s even possible. He vows to follow each instruction that Bakugou gives with careful precision, to try to get the best possible outcome and overall experience from today.

“Oi, did they already get you started?” Katsuki turns to the others as he lightly prods the redhead away from them. Kirishima shakes his head in the negative. “Good. I don’t want them poaching my goddamn trainee,” he says with a glare.

Todoroki rolls his eyes. “What, do you think we would teach him wrong or something?” “Hah?! Maybe! At the very fucking least you might not teach him how to do it right. I won’t have my trainee learning subpar methods.” “You do realize that you trained most of us, right Bakugou?” Kendou points out in a reasonable tone.

“Yeah, I do! And I dunno what happened! You learned from the best, but I’m still the only piece of shit here that can make a decent cup of coffee!”

Todoroki sighs. “You don’t even drink coffee, Bakugou...:”

Katsuki’s nostrils flare. “Hah? What’s your point?!”

“His point is, how do you know what a good cup of coffee tastes like if you don’t like coffee?”

“I just fuckin’ do. It’s one of my many talents.”

Kendou smiles at him. “Sure, Bakugou. Whatever you say.” The worst goddamn part is that he can never tell when she’s being sarcastic or not.

Katsuki turns away, still fuming slightly to find Kirishima still watching from the sidelines. The blond can feel blood rush through his cheeks. He clears his throat roughly. “Anyway… I’ll show you how to make a goddamn proper cup of coffee.” Katsuki starts by taking over the orders, demonstrating to the newest employee how to use the machinery, how to break down the orders into steps, and how to use those steps to fill the order. In between sales, the blond walks Kirishima through some of the more complicated beverages in the guide, including seasonal specials that the cafe features during holidays. The redhead does exceedingly well, picking things up with ease and that dumbass smile on his face almost the whole time. Kirishima asks pertinent questions, moves confidently when Katsuki allows him to make his own attempts at the orders, and remains easy going and seemingly unflappable throughout—despite Katsuki’s gruff demeanor.

At the hour mark things in the shop pick up for a few minutes, and Kirishima begins looking a bit overwhelmed. When he flubs two drink orders in a row, Kirishima’s self doubt begins to shine through. Katsuki decides to give him a break. Pushing the guy any harder wouldn’t do either of them any good, and—while he hates to admit it—he’s impressed by his neighbor’s competency so far.

Usually, people applying here don’t last long. Aizawa may dodge as much work as he can, but he’s a taskmaster when it matters. He will fire someone in the blink of a fuckin’ eye if they aren’t up to snuff, no matter their work history. It’s one reason why Katsuki can never keep up with whether they’re hiring or not, new people are always coming and going. But, so far, Kirishima seems to tick all of Aizawa’s boxes. However, it’s only the guy’s first shift. Katsuki will have to keep watching to see if he keeps up this level of diligence in his work after his training is over.

“Go work with half-n-half for a while. He can get you started on the cash register, and when things slow down Kendou can show you how to do the sandwiches and shit. I’m gonna help our sleep deprived boss do the inventory. No, doubt he fell asleep on the goddamn boxes again…” Katsuki grumbles.

Eijirou turns his head up from his current project and nods, still beaming from the success of his first day.

“I’ll be back in a bit.” Katsuki turns away, wondering why stomach feels so fluttery as he makes his way to the back room.

He has done really well, and the work came fairly easily to him. Todoroki and Kendou are so open and friendly, and the conversations he has had with them so far flowed so well that within minutes he felt like he’d made friends with both of them. But to top that off, for every successful cup of coffee he made, Eijirou would notice Bakugou’s lips turn up into a smile. It was nice, his smile. And he wants to see it again, and again, and again.

Eijirou makes his way over to Todoroki, passing Kendou who is beside a coffee machine quietly preparing a skinny-flat white. He lifts his gaze and smiles when he sees Eijirou, grabbing the coffee from Kendou to hand to a waiting customer.

“So, I see you and Bakugou are getting along. You must really like being around him,” Todoroki comments. Eijirou feels his face flush. Is it that obvious? Eijirou looks up and catches Katsuki’s eye right as he is about to step into the kitchen, and his mouth stretches into a grin. He turns back to Todoroki, whose gaze flickers between the two then smiles.

The workers here are great. He got to meet Todoroki and Kendou, who both are so lovely. They make his time training with them the best it possibly could be. They love him, they compliment him, and Eijirou even hears them whisper how much the customers will love him and he feels his chest swell with pride.

When Katsuki returns from helping his boss (who had, in fact, been sleeping) he finds Kirishima beaming at the other two workers, who are both smiling back at him. Katsuki pauses where he is, watching their interactions. Both Kendou and Todoroki appear to have welcomed the man into their fold, leaving a bitter taste in Katsuki’s mouth. He supposes seeing Kirishima with the others is just a reminder that his newest trainee treats every goddamn person he meets with the same overly familiar friendliness—Katsuki isn’t special in that respect. He notes the way Kirishima casually slings an arm around Kendou’s shoulders, the blond’s eyes narrowing in thought as he observes.

After spending a few hours with the redhead one-on-one, he’s annoyed and intrigued all at once. Katsuki can feel the kindle of interest brewing in his chest, but he does his damnedest to stamp it out. He doesn’t need anything like that right now when he’s so close to finishing his degree. Not like it would last if he pursued it anyway. Katsuki clenches his fist, then releases it as he shoves himself off of the doorframe into the back and slips past Kendou (who has since turned back to the espresso machine) to speak to Kirishima.

“So, how did things go while I was in the back? Aizawa told me to let you know you can go home after you wipe down the open tables and sweep, and that after you’re done you need to go see him. He’ll show you how to clock out, and give you the rest of your training schedule,” he relays to the redhead.

Eijirou looks up from the coffee he’s making and grins as he sees Bakugou. He puts the cup down and stands up properly, devoting all of his attention back onto the blond. Eijirou’s smile widens, if that’s even possible.

“Things went well! The workers are really cool and I think I’m actually doing ok.” The redhead smiles, flashing his impressive array of teeth.

Eijirou makes his way over to the unoccupied tables he’d been instructed to clean, Bakugou following behind. Eijirou beams.

The two talk as Eijirou wipes down the tables, his hands moving in mindless circles, his attention solely on Bakugou. Katsuki can’t help but blush at the unwavering attention the younger man is giving him, he isn’t used to that kind of thing. At one point Kirishima continuously wipes the same table without moving as Katsuki talks about some of the quirks of the place.

Katsuki clears his throat. “Ah, you know you’ve been cleaning the same damn spot for like ten minutes?”

Eijirou looks down at his hand, still moving in circles in the same spot and snaps his hand up, leaving the rag to rub the back of his head and chuckle nervously. His face burns a deep red, and his heart beats a little faster, embarrassed.

“Well, I think the table is cleaner than it’s ever been, to be fucking honest,” the blond teases, smirking at his trainee. He has to admit, Kirishima is pretty cute when he’s flustered.

“You’re done here for the day, go ahead and get the rest of your schedule from the boss. If you can’t find him, look for a yellow sleeping bag under the desk, or maybe in the walk-in.”

“Yes… yes, I’ll do that now! Thanks for your help today, Bakugou.” Eijirou responds with a grin, getting up from the table.Eijirou waves a temporary goodbye to Bakugou, making his way over to Aizawa. He scans the office for the sleeping bag, before spotting it sprawled across the floor. With a slight chuckle, Eijirou turns the obnoxious yellow bag over, his boss fast asleep inside. Mr. Aizawa immediately opens his eyes and lets out an annoyed groan. “G-good afternoon, Mr. Aizawa. I’m just looking for my schedule.” Eijirou says gently as his boss sits himself up the best he can in the bag.

“Yes, your schedule..it’s..it’s on the desk, near the paperclips,” Aizawa instructs drowsily. “There are instructions for how to clock out, too.” Eijirou nods and fetches the schedule, leaving the room quietly.

Eijirou’s day went surprisingly smoother than expected, the jobs he was given were fairly easy—small cleaning tasks he did while chatting to one of the other employees, he learned how to make different variations of coffee, preparing the food the cafe offered, and getting a feel of the cafe in general.

Before Eijirou leaves the cafe, he quickly stops by to see Katsuki, who has now taken over the register for Todoroki. Eijirou rubs the back of his neck—a natural habit when he’s nervous—as he thinks of what to say before he goes. Kirishima was able to keep his cool when working, the other workers and general tasks distracting him. But being here one-on-one with Bakugou , Kirishima’s heart is racing with nerves. Bakugou seems to do that to him, make him more anxious, make him consider his words more carefully in order to make a good impression on the blond.

“Hey, Bakugou. I’ve, uh, I’ve finished my shift for today… and I’ll be heading home now.” Eijirou starts slowly, placing his words carefully. Awkwardly. Damn it. “It was nice today, thank you for teaching me...hopefully I’ll see you round at the apartments.”

Katsuki straightens up from where he was leaning on the front counter, his face flushing with color. “I was just doing my fuckin’ job, dont look too much into it…” he says as he looks away, embarrassed at Kirishima’s earnest thanks. “Yeah, I’ll probably see you around. When do you work next?” Katsuki carefully avoids saying anything about their apartments. He may work with the guy, and maybe he finds the redhead attractive, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let him wedge his way into Katsuki’s life so easily.

“Yeah, I’m working around noon tomorrow. I think that’s what it said on my schedule.” Eijirou replies, nodding. Apparently, some other workers he hadn’t met before are going to be working then as well. He only heard the name Mina so far, though.

The blond huffs. “Well, I’ll be seeing you sooner than I thought. I have the opening shift, but I don’t get off until two. No doubt that fucker Aizawa wants me train you further when you come in.”

Eijirou’s eyes widen before his mouth melts into a smile. “Really? Sweet! I’m looking forward to it.” Eijirou beams, placing one hand in his pocket.

“Yeah, see you then, shithead,” Katsuki says, shifting awkwardly in front of the redhead. He’s not familiar with having this kind of tension with another person, and he can’t really say that he’s enjoying it. Still, it’ll be interesting to see where things go from here, even if Katsuki fights it tooth and nail along the way.

And with the day ended, Eijirou makes his way out of the cafe and back to his apartment, Bakugou still on his mind despite leaving. He’s still slightly uneasy, butterflies going mad within his stomach and heart fluttering. The sky is painted in a colourful hue, and his surroundings seem a little brighter. Despite being nervous around the blond, today was a good day. The employees are helpful, professional. He spent time with Bakugou. He seemed to be doing well at the job, so far. All-in-all, it was a good day.