Izuku woke up with a small, excited smile on his face. Rolling out of his bed with a bounce in his step, he headed to the bathroom to start his day. Washing his face took him no time at all but trying to tame his unruly hair was a chore on itself. He knew keeping his hair as he did wasn't something most professional bakers did. It often looked unkept no matter how much time he put into keeping the tangles at bay, but he loved his hair. It was the perfect mix of his father's curly black and his mother's silky green. Of course, he styled it completely different then they did. Most of his hair was on the top of his head, the bottom and sides he kept buzzed but the top was a mess of curls.
Slipping into the outfit he had set aside the night before, he checked to make sure he looked at least semiprofessional. Glancing at his full body mirror he nosed his head to himself. The black pants he picked out went nicely with his black button up shirt. Normally he didn't like to wear all black, but since today was such a special day he would make an exception and it wasn't as if he would be wearing all black. He had his apron. It was the first thing he had ever bought for himself with the money he had earned. It had cost him a pretty penny, anything that was professionally made tended to do that. It was a dark green that matched his hair with his name embroidered over his heart. The black and silver lettering IZUKU stood out in a breathtakingly way, at least it did to him. Deeming himself ready, Izuku slipped on his shoes as he slipped out of his new apartment over his new store, Plus Ultra.
Today was the start of his new and exciting life within the hustle and bustle of the big city. It had taken Izuku almost five years of baking his fingers to the bone to be able to save enough money to open his first actual store. Before now he had been baking and selling everything out of his mother's kitchen in his small-town hours away. The internet business he had set up when he turned 18 had helped get his products noticed, and honestly, he had made more than enough to open his storefront and get out of his mother's hair and give her back her kitchen. For a child born Quirkless in a Quirk filled world he had shattered all the chains that held him down. He survived and he flourished. At 23 he was going out on his own to make his dream a reality. He was going to be a real baker.
His day started way before the sun even thought of peeking his head above the horizon. There were so many different creations that he had to have ready before he would be able to open his doors for the first time. Dozens of pastries sat in front of him cooling upon his rack awaiting the cream fillings he had prepared. He only had his favorite left to do after he filled the cooling pastries.
Nodding to himself as he finished, he placed his creations in their prepared spots. The bounce still in his step, he unlocked his front door and flipped the sign from closed to open. Making sure he could hear the bells on his door should someone come in, he made his way to the kitchen once more to start on his favorite, cinnamon rolls.
Plus Ultra was now opened to the public at 7 a.m.