After his blonde haired soon to be regular left, Izuku kept himself busy between the kitchen and the front. Costumers came and went at a steady trickle, not that he was complaining. The early morning though was quickly getting to him, humming to himself when his store once more became empty, he made his way back into the kitchen to put on a pot of his coffee and to throw some more cookies In to the oven. The coffee cake he had been working on was close to being ready. Leaning against the counter to get a bit of a breather in, Izuku smiled as he heard his percolator make the sweet sound of liquidity goodness.

Later down the line he had decided to start adding his gourmet coffee into the menu of his offered goods, but for the moment it was his lone pleasure. The jingling of his door alarm set the young man back into action. Walking by the clock, Izuku made note of the time 8:10. At 8:15 the coffee cakes needed out of the oven and at 8:25 the cookies needed to be on the cooling rack for their pickup at 8:30.

"Welcome to Plus Ultra! My name is Izuku and if you need help with anything please let me know." He had only been open for roughly an hour and already he had said that phrase to many times to count.

"Pick up for Aizawa, A dozen triple chocolate chip cookies and another dozen lemon squares." The man that spoke was yet another strange one to Izuku. Dressed all in black and looking well beyond tired, he would have said the man looked like a hobo walking into his shop off the street.

"The pickup wasn't until 8:30, the cookies are still in the oven. They will be ready in about 20 mins. I have a small table over in the corner if you would like to sit down while you wait." Hearing a faint ding from behind him, Izuku glanced at the hoboish man. "I have some cakes coming out of the oven, so I'll be right back. Would you like a cup of coffee while you wait? I can grab you one on my way back thru."

"Coffee. Yes." Izuku watched the man sink into the chair offered to him before turning around and entering the kitchen.

A few moments later and Izuku comes back into the store part of his business holding a cup of coffee and a small cake on a platter. Setting the items in front of the strange man, Izuku gestured towards the cake.

"I know you wanted coffee, but what's coffee without one of my cakes? On the house for having to wait, of course." The man had waited no time to grab on to the cup gazing at it in almost wonder. The smell the coffee gave off was something rich and decadent without being too overpowering. "The coffee is of my own making. I'm partial to cinnamon and since I haven't got the stuff yet to brew them individually, I just poured you a cup of coffee I had brewed for me. I hope you like it, no one else has tried my coffees except for my mom. The cake is my moms favorite, it's a coffee cake but with my own special twist to it. I call it my Eraser Cake."

"Eraser Cake?" The hobo man questioned the name staring hard at Izuku.

"Yes, I know, it's a strange name but it's a cake that has history to it." Izuku didn't know why he was trying to explain himself to the man, but for some reason he felt like he was getting stared down at by one of his favorite teachers back in grade school.

"Do tell." So, the man appeared to be a man of few words. Izuku shrugged to himself, it wasn't as if he was hiding anything about it or himself.

"Honestly, it got its name from a story my mom used to tell me growing up. I was born Quirkless, you see. Back when I was little, I wanted nothing more than to be a hero, but without a quirk it was damn near impossible. When I was at my lowest my mom would tell me stories of the hero students at U.A. to make me smile. She was a General Studies student, but she got to meet and befriend a lot of people that weren't. Before I found my life's passion in baking, I wanted so badly to be like one of her young hero friends in her stories." Needless to say, Izuku had all of the man's attention.

"There was one in particular I would always ask about. She could never remember his actual name, but she did remember part of his hero name Eraser. She would tell me stories about how he overcame everything in his path to become a hero in training, even when his quirk wasn't suited for it. She couldn't even really remember his quirk, but the drive and passion he had to be what he wanted to be, that never left her mind. It was her stories of him that helped me make it through the years of bullying because I didn't have a quirk. The taunts and insults, they were nothing compared to what he had to endure to make it to the top and be recognized as a hero in training. I grew up looking to the man in her stories as my hero."

The man seemed to hide his face inside his scarf as he listened intently to the words spill from Izuku's lips. Izuku himself being lost in the tale he was weaving.

"When I finally came to the conclusion that being a hero wasn't meant for me. It was pretty easy, the first thing I ever baked was a batch of cinnamon rolls with my mom a little bit after I turned 6. I fell in love with baking, more so than any idea I ever had of being a hero. I made the coffee cake in a remembrance of the stories and the love for a man I never met, because he taught me never to give in to what everyone else expected of me. Without my faceless Eraser, I don't know where I would be today."

"Why is there a cat paw print on top of it?" The man sounded almost choked up to Izuku, but he tended to read a bit too much into things.

"That's a little inside joke my mom would tell me about him. Apparently, the man couldn't stand cats, but no matter where he went a cat would always appear and pester the poor guy. I also made it out of a coffee cake because my mom swore up and down, she never saw the guy without a cup of coffee in his hand or somewhere around his person." Another faint beeping went off in the kitchen.

"Oh! It sounds like the cookies are ready for the cooling rack. Please excuse me and enjoy the cake and coffee." Izuku left for the kitchen, never seeing the gentle look in the man's eyes as he watched him go.