It took all of 15 mins for the first customer to come thru the front door. The bells on his front door making an almost heavenly sound to the baker hard at work in the kitchen. Dusting the flour off his hands, Izuku made his way to the front with a gentle smile curving his lips.
"Welcome to Plus Ultra! My name is Izuku and I'd be more than happy to help you if you see anything that catches your eye. Everything is made fresh and from scratch just this morning." Izuku took his place behind the register. His rolls had just gone in the oven so he had a bit before he would be needed in the back.
"Plus Ultra huh? Sounds like a stupid name for a bakery." The man that had entered his bakery was a frightful looking character, red eyes that seemed to pierce his very soul. Blonde hair spiked up everywhere and an attitude that Izuku swore could give his saint of a mother a hard time to tame. His outfit didn't look much better than his personality, baggy grey sweatpants paired with a black wife beater. He definitely came off as a thug. Not that Izuku was judging the poor guy, it was still pretty early, and he gave everyone the benefit of a doubt.
"Yes, it's not the most original name for any store I suppose. I know the term Plus Ultra means a lot to the heroes that keep Japan safe, and since I'm not made to be a hero, I try my best to go Plus Ultra in everything that I create. I thought it was a fitting name and later after I get to know some of the heroes that patrol in this town, I have plans to create pastries after them." Izuku blushed lightly. He knew someone would eventually ask him about the name of his shop, he just wasn't expecting it to be his very first customer.
"You want to make sugary shit after heroes? Eh, whatever floats your boat. It all depends how well you can bake. The heroes in this town are the best that U.A. has ever taught. Better not find some crappy looking or crappy tasting thing named after any of them." The blonde man glared at Izuku, seemingly daring him to argue against him.
Truth be told, hearing what his costumer was saying warmed his heart. He knew he shouldn't judge by appearances alone. He might have looked like a thug, but it was easy to see he took pride in the heroes of the city. Izuku's smile turned brighter as he kept eye contact with his red eyed costumer.
"I would never put out anything that wouldn't stand up to the hero themselves. Back when I was a kid and wanted to be a hero myself, I idolized them. Don't let my words talk for me though, try what I can make. Is there anything particular you're looking for? If I don't have something you want or like, I'd be more than happy to make it for you. You would just have to come back and pick it up."
"Tchah, I need a box full of some random shit. I don't know what the hell those extras like. I don't see anything I like." The blonde peered thru the glass eyeing all the pastries that had been set up on the shelf. Raising his head up, he made eye contact again and narrowed his eyes again like he was judging Izuku in a very negative light.
"So an assortment then? I can do that, and since you are my first customer I can even give you a discount and if the … extras was it?... if they like my pastries tell then to spread the word about my shop. Today is the first day of my store being opened." Izuku grinned again as he grabbed a box and started grabbing different sweets to put in the box. It was actually kind of sweet, he was getting sweets for his friends.
"I don't need no damn discount…" The blonde trailed off as he seemed to sniff the air. "What the hell you got baking in the back?"
"It's nothing special, but it's my favorite. Cinnamon rolls." Izuku put the full box on the counter and started to ring it up. "Are you sure you don't want a discount?"
"Shut the hell up about a discount… how long until the cinnamon rolls are finished?" The blonde looked away when he asked about the cinnamon rolls. He was rather cute for a thug.
"I should be pulling them out in the next five minutes, if you don't mind waiting for me, I'll go check them and get the glaze ready. How many do you want? I can go ahead and box them up for you."
"Like hell I'm going to buy more than one until I see how they taste, damn extra." Izuku laughed to himself as he made his way back to the kitchen.
A few moments later he came back to the front of the store with a single cinnamon roll on a small plate.
"Since you won't take a discount, how about you take the first cinnamon roll on the house and let me know if I've passed the taste test?" Izuku passed the small plate to his blonde-haired costumer with a smirk. He knew his cinnamon rolls would win over even the grumpiest of customers. It was the first creation he had ever made and he had had years to perfect it.
Izuku's grin got wider as the man took his first bite and his eyes grew wide and in the blink of an eye the plate was empty.
"How many did you make?" he was licking the icing off his fingers.
"Two dozen, not counting the one you got."
"Give me all of them. I expect more to be ready by this time tomorrow." Izuku could have laughed, at least he had his first repeat costumer now. Izuku wasted no time at all and had the cinnamon rolls packaged and waiting beside the other box at the register.
Pulling out a wad of cash, the blonde threw a hundred-dollar bill on the counter.
"Keep the change, see you in the mornin." He grabbed his packages and Izuku giggled to himself as he heard him walking out the door.
"Damn extras better not touch my fuckin cinnamon rolls."