Bakugou was waiting at a coffee shop at eight in the fucking morning because he was a good friend. The start of his day had been ass. At seven in the morning, his phone chimed 800 times a second, and he grouchily checked his messages. Kirishima had sent an ominous message that read: Come over. Urgent. SOS!
Of course, Bakugou was concerned about what would compel Kirishima to send him that message, so he said he would go. He crawled out of his bed and forced himself awake, not even washing his face or brushing his teeth. He just grabbed the closest pants and shirt and jammed his feet into some shoes before rushing out the door.
He received another message from him: text me when ur close.
It was seven in the morning, and Bakugou was not meant to function at that time, so he quickly texted Kirishima that he was nearby and entered the closest coffee shop to order a nice cup of joe.
His phone buzzed again as he entered.

Kirishima: Hey! Bro you'll never guess what!

Bakugou did not like how happy Kirishima seemed. There was one other person in line, so he stepped behind him.

Bakugou: What

Kirishima: so I wanted some ice cream this morning but I checked the fridge and didn't have any!
Kirishima: and so I thought hey, Bakugou a bro, right? Could u pick some up on ur way?

Bakugou: this better not be why u called me over

Kirishima: hahahahaha uh ofc not...

Bakugou: What the fuck.
Bakugou: u fuckin asshole

Kirishima: hehe ❤️❤️❤️
Kirishima: YOULL still go tho right?

Bakugou: fuck no

Kirishima: awww please?

Bakugou slammed his phone back into his pocket in frustration. He couldn't believe Kirishima. He was going to pick up the ice cream, go to Kirishima's place to beat the shit out of him, and then eat the ice cream in front of his fucking face.

"Good morning," the cashier greeted him. "What can I get you?"

"I need a fucking large cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso," Bakugou said as he dug into his pocket for his wallet.

"Okay, anything else?"

"No."

"That'll be 3.50."

Bakugou finally looked up to pay and almost gawked. The man holding out his hand patiently was the most beautiful human Bakugou had ever laid eyes on. He had dual colored hair- red and white- that should have looked ridiculous but didn't and gorgeous heterochromatic eyes. His left side had a red scar but rather than feeling repulsed, Bakugou felt curious and interested.

"3.50," he repeated a bit louder, thinking that Bakugou hadn't heard him and that was why he wasn't paying. "Shit, Sorry," he muttered and fished out the money, suddenly feeling conscious about his rugged state. When he handed it over, he glanced quickly at the name tag. Shouto.

"Thanks and what's your name?"

"Bakugou."

"Okay, Bakugou," he murmured softly under his breath as he typed in his name. Then he looked up and with an unfairly pretty smile said. "All right, have a good day."

"Uh, yeah, you too," Bakugou answered eloquently and then walked over to wait for his drink.

He glanced at his phone when he felt it buzz again and checked his messages. Kirishima.

Kirishima: heyyy but ur really gonna get it right?

Bakugou: k yeah whatever

Luckily for Kirishima, Bakugou's encounter with Shouto changed his morning for the better.

"Bakugou!" He heard the barista call his name and stood up to get his coffee. Maybe it wasn't going to be such a shitty day after all.

He tucked the cup into a sleeve and exited the shop to go to the local deli and pick up that damn ice cream. He brought the drink to his mouth and sipped the coffee. Immediately after the hot liquid touched his tongue, he gagged and spat it out in horror. He wanted to know who allowed the barista to serve such foul concoctions to the customers and why the shop was still open. However, even as he cursed the establishment in his head, he knew it probably wasn't his last visit.