Kirishima is nervously fiddling with the cash register, not glancing up from the glowing green display. UA's cafe was 24 hour, for students doing night training, and Kirishima was always stuck with the lame job; the night shift. Eight hours a night. Every night. Just to keep himself in school. He began to play a game on his phone, bored out of his mind. Nobody even showed up at the cafe at 3:00 am anyways, so he should be fine. He was the only one there, and it was always lonely, but he didn't mind.
Being alone was good, sometimes.
Kirishima was playing Candy Crush on his phone when he heard the door slam. His head jerked up, meeting a pair of red eyes far too close to his own. He smelled a cinnamony, spicy scent as the boy snarled, "Triple espresso shot. No sugar. NOW," and stomped away to one of the chairs. Kirishima set down his phone and bustled over to the espresso machine, shaking slightly. The student radiated anger, and it didn't sit well with Kirishima's placid nature.
He appraised the customer as he worked. He was tall, taller than Kirishima, with bright red eyes and messy blonde hair standing up in spikes, like he'd ran his hands through it several times. His long, lean body rippled with muscle, and his tank top was positively drenched in sweat. Kirishima had to admit, the guy was attractive. If a little rude.
Kirishima set down the small drink at the counter. "Two dollars," he heard himself whisper. He cast his eyes down, too exhausted to meet the other boy's eyes. The blonde slammed two wrinkled bills on the counter and stormed out. Kirishima relaxed immediately and resumed his game. Less than a minute later, the door slammed again and Kirishima tensed, staring up into the red eyes of his previous customer.
"What the fuck did you put in my drink?," he demanded, slamming the empty cup down. Kirishima glared.
"Cinnamon," he snapped, eyes narrowing with annoyance.
"What?" the boy snarled.
"Cinnamon," Kirishima said again, slightly louder this time.
"Why."
Kirishima paused. Why had he put the cinnamon in? It wasn't like this customer was special. He often put extra things in people's drinks, like a lick of honey or a spicy kick. He was good at evaluating what customers liked, after all. He didn't know why he did it, just that it got reactions. As for how he chose the addition?
"You smelled like cinnamon," he said. He blushed immediately. God, now the boy was gonna think he was some kind of freak, a total weirdo with a hypersensitive nose–
"It was fucking good. Thanks–" he glanced at Kirishima's name tag– "Kirishima." He spat it out like it was an insult.
He turned around and began stomping towards the exit again, when Kirishima called out "Stop!"
He did, turning again to face him, ruby red eyes glinting.
"What's your name?" he blurted.
"Bakugou," snarled the blonde, before he stormed out. The little bell on the door jingled behind him.