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Izuku's POV: 

Working at a coffee shop you meet many interesting people. Crazy people, entitled people, assholes, kind hearted people, and the like. For me personally, there was an asshole blond businessman that frequented the coffee shop I worked for. He's always angry and refuses to order unless I take it and make it. Says no one else makes his coffee right. He comes in every morning on weekdays and the afternoons of Tuesday and Thursday. I assumed this was because the blond had whittled out my schedule. I didn’t work weekends and I got off early on Wednesdays, so I wasn’t there to make his coffee, thus rendering the shop useless to him. I wasn't sure why the blond thought no one else was capable of making his coffees; it was very simple. Large black coffee with a hint of vanilla extract and milk. Not that hard. Yet, he acted like I was a God when I prepared the simple, nasty drink for him.  Knowing this I am extremely confused to hear the blond yelling at one of my coworkers. I quickly run over and touch Katsuki's arm before dashing behind the register.

"I'm here! I'll take care of him, sorry I'm late!" Red eyes narrow on me and the coworker scurries off. "Good morning, what can I get for you?"

"You know what I want. Why were you late?" Katsuki asks, glaring down at me. 

I blush a bit and begin to make his coffee. "I don't think that's any of your business, Katsuki."

"It is when it'll make me late too, Deku!" He snarls.

"You could've had someone else make the coffee." I shrug.

"You know you're the only one who makes it properly! Don't be late again." I huff and plop the coffee on the counter.

"3.50." I grumble. He sets a ten on the counter.

"Keep the change." a small smile flits to my lips. 

That was the only good part about being the only one able to make Katsuki’s drink, he tipped nicely. Every time. 

He swipes up the coffee and stomps out, his classy shoes clacking on the tile like high heels. I snort as I imagine Katsuki in heels, then blush. Dang it. What right did that asshole blond have to be so hot ? I sigh and move to clock in officially and put my apron on.

"Why is he like that?" The coworker, who I could now tell was Ochaco, asks. 

"I don't know. It's been like that since the first time he came in. He demanded I take and make his order, claiming the last time he'd been here it was made wrong. Ever since I've been making his coffees." I shrug, not looking at the woman

"What about when you're not here?" she asks worriedly.

"He never comes in if I'm not here. I've had people tell me he would walk in, ask for me, then leave." her jaw drops.

"Wow, he must really like you." she teases.

I snort and shake my head. A light blush rises to my cheeks. I’m sure she hadn’t meant it in that way, but a man could hope. Even if he was a dick, he had the body of a God. 

"No, he's just an entitled rich man.” I walk back to the register and gasp when I see the blond standing there again.

"I hope you're not talking about me, Deku." he growls, voice dangerous. 

I blush and look away. "Of course not, Katsuki. Uh, is everything alright with your coffee?"

"It's fine. My coffee person is out today so I need to get coffee for the meeting. I got the text after I'd already walked out." he pushes his phone to me with a long order written out. 

I enter it into the register and begin to make it. Anytime someone offers to help I wave them away, knowing Katsuki won't pay for any drink I didn't make. Just over thirty minutes later I was setting the drinks down in their drink platters. Katsuki pays, leaving another big tip.

“Be good, yeah? And don’t get caught talkin’ shit about your best customer.” he says with a bold grin. 

A flush takes over my face and I look away.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Katsuki. Have a good day.” I say, waving him off. 

He keeps grinning for a moment before stalking out, door shutting behind him. I turn away from the angry blonde and move to the next customer since Ochako was supposed to be on drinks today. I smile and begin taking orders, pushing the awkward situation out of my head. I take orders until I’m sent on break, following Ochako back. 

“So, that sucked earlier.” she says once I’ve sat down.

“Yeah, we shouldn’t have been talking about him.” I grumble, pulling out my bento.

“Do you think he’ll report us?” she asks, clearly afraid. 

“I don’t think so, but I really don’t know, Ochako.” I bite into my sandwich with a soft sigh. 

“What if he does? I can’t lose this job, Izuku.” I frown at her.

“Just don’t think about it.” I say once I’ve swallowed.

“Easier said than done.” she grumbles, digging into her own lunch.

“Things will be fine, Ochako. I’m sure of it. Katsuki’s an ass, but not the type to make someone lose their job.” I try to reassure.

“How do you know that?” I pause.

“I don’t. But I have faith in him.” I mutter, looking away. 

She keeps talking through our entire lunch, but I wasn’t paying attention anymore. I wasn’t interested in anything she had to say. If Katsuki reported us, I would be the one without a job. Not only did the boss love her, but I was the one who’d made the rude comment. I finish my lunch before the break was over, moving out to the alley beside the shop. I needed a breath of fresh air. I couldn’t deal with this stress right now. I sigh and press my head to the cold concrete, trying to think of something else.

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Katsuki's POV: 

It is Saturday afternoon and I needed a coffee. I’d already tried three times to make my own, but nothing tastes right. It was burnt and disgusting. I don’t know why I bothered anymore, after having that idiot’s coffee I was hooked. It was always so perfect, never burnt or underdone. Just the right hint of vanilla and milk. Absolutely perfect. I sigh as I shut my laptop and change into street-appropriate clothes, a pair of baggy pants and a large shirt. I slip into some tennis shoes and I unhappily venture to the coffee shop I went to regularly. I knew the green-haired idiot would be able to fix me with something that would keep me awake to finish my work. I was the owner of a film production agency and the latest film I’d approved was proving to be a waste of my time. Currently, I was just trying to get the script fixed so it wasn’t a flaming pile of dog shit. It wasn’t going well. I push the door to the shop open rather aggressively and glare at the man standing behind the counter. He was on his phone, obviously flirting with someone. I slam my fist into the counter and lean forward. He jumps and nearly drops his phone at the sudden sound. 

“Hello, welcome to Sunshine Coffee, how can I make the sun come out for you?” the blond asks, his nametag reading, ‘Denki.’ 

“Dunceface, get me Deku." his face twists in confusion. 

“No one works here with that name?” he says slowly. 

“Green hair, green eyes, freckles?” I offer. 

His face lights up. “Oh, you mean Izuku! He doesn’t work on Saturdays, sorry man." I growl. 

“Call him in." he laughs. 

He actually fucking laughs! I wanted to reach over the counter and strangle the idiot. How dare he laugh at me. Did he have any idea who the fuck I was?

“That’s not necessary, I’m sure I can make your coffee." he says with a bright smile

“No, only Deku makes my coffee. Call him in or I’m leaving." Dunceface shakes his head. 

“Sorry man, Izuku’s on the no call list for his days off. He’s mentally instable or something." I growl, flip the blond off, and stalk out of the shop. 

I still had a need for coffee, but I wouldn’t be offering my money to a place that couldn’t make my coffee properly. Only Deku could. How dare the shop deny my request. It was one cup and then Deku could go back to being unstable. Stupid shop. I stalk back home, my thoughts driven between the shit script and the stupid green-haired nerd. I needed to steal him from that shop, then I could have all the damned coffee I wanted. I just needed to get him fired, then I could steal him away. I snarl as someone bumps into me, god damn it why wouldn’t people stop being idiots? I glare down at green hair, which was muttering apologies and trying to escape. I grab the green-haired idiot by the shirt. 

“Oi, why weren’t you at the coffee shop?” I spit out.

Gorgeous green eyes look up at me. “I don’t work Saturdays." he repeats what the blond had said. 

“Why the fuck not?” I growl, shaking him for emphasis.

“I-I just don’t. Please release me, I need to finish shopping." I look down, he had no bags. 

“Hell no, you’re coming with me and you’re going to make me a damned cup of coffee.”

“No, I can’t. Not today, I don’t work on Saturdays." he says robotically. 

I growl to myself. “But I need it."

“Someone else can make it, not me. Not today." he huffs. 

“Where the fuck are you rushing off to?” I ask, finally releasing the man and stuffing my hands into my pockets.

“Thera … shopping." he stutters, not making eye contact.

I raise a brow. Weird. 

“Whatever." I glare down at him, wanting to rattle the man more and keep demanding my damn coffee.

“Monday you’d better be prepared to make me a damned cup, I fucking mean it!” I snarl instead.

 Deku nods and scurries off towards one of the large buildings. I watch silently before continuing back to my flat. Fucking asshole refusing to make me a single cup of coffee. Running off as if his life depended on it. Idiot. I would steal him. I would bring him to my studio and drink all the fucking coffee I wanted whenever the hell I wanted. I reach the flat and move inside, slamming the door behind me. I kick my shoes off and storm to my kitchen, pulling out ingredients for an incredibly spicy meal. I wanted to burn my taste buds off in hopes I’d stop craving the stupid beverage. This was all Eye Bags fault. I could’ve sat drinking my shitty coffee for the rest of my life if that idiot hadn’t brought me there. Hell, I could’ve not begun drinking coffee if it wasn’t for that bastard. I would have to wring his neck for a good long time as revenge for this bullshit.

I finish the meal and take it to my couch, throwing my computer open to look over the script again as I eat. The food was good, but not enough to stop the craving. I wanted it so badly, it was like a drug. I scrub a hand over my face and focus.

It didn’t matter. Deku and his coffee were not more important than my god damn job. I was the top producer in the fucking country and I’d be damned if some little nerd ruined that reputation. He could go fuck himself with his fucking coffee for all I cared. I grip the edge of the laptop as I start the edits. This script would be perfect by Monday so help me God. We would shoot this damn thing then and I would get another top rating. That was the only option here. I type away angrily, reworking every sentence until it was a bloody master piece. It was edging close to midnight when I finally sent it off for final review. If they found anything wrong I would slaughter them where they stood.

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Izuku’s POV: 

It's the third time this week I've been late and my boss isn't too pleased. It's also the third time this week Katsuki has had to make coffee runs for his company. Lately, I haven't been sleeping and it showed. I was lethargic when making drinks, dropping, and spilling things. When on the register I would type orders wrong or leave the register open. I was a mess. My eyes widened a bit to see Katsuki entering for the second time in as many hours. 

"Kah-chan, why are you back?" I question sleepily. 

He stumbled a bit for some reason, but shook it off and kept moving to the register.

"I need all of the drinks from before remade. Someone accidentally dropped the platter on the way and we need those coffees." he explains.

"Awe, but Kah-chan, that'll take forever." I complain.

I slump onto the counter unhappy to be making the drinks again . 

"Can't I just make your order and you cancel the meeting?" I offer. 

He smirks but shakes his head. "No, we need this meeting and the coffee, Deku. But I'll take another cup of my usual since you're offering, and make yourself something too, my treat. You look like a damned zombie back there."

"I feel like a damned zombie back here, Kah-chan." I yawn and move to enter the order. 

I work slowly, my hands shaking wildly as I input everything perfectly, including Katsuki's and my own orders. I ring him up and he moves to the side to wait. I spilled two of the coffees on myself and had to start over, unfortunately, one of them was mine. By the time it's done, the line to order is nearly out the door. I groan, today was clearly going to suck. I give Katsuki his drinks, forgetting to grab my own from his platter and move to keep taking and making orders.

As I predicted, it sucked. I kept screwing up the mixes, or the input into the register, and customers were cussing me out all day. Then, on my break, I fell asleep and no one woke me up. I lost two hours of my shift that way. Clearly, I would not be keeping my job for long if this kept up. But what could I do? My home life was shit right now and having to deal with it was taking a serious toll on me. By the end of the day I was ready to fall asleep where I stood. I move to take my last order and glare at the familiar blond.

"Not you again! I'm not making that entire platter again, Katsuki!" I yell, which catches my boss off guard. 

His eyes widen and he quickly pulls me off the register. "Midoriya! What has gotten into you?" He yells, loud enough that everyone in the shop could hear.

"I'm just a bit sleepy, that's all." I try to explain, nerves settling in my gut.

"You've been screwing up all day! This had better not become a recurring thing, I mean it. Go home, get some sleep, and fix this! If I don't see improvement tomorrow you're out of here!" I nod and move to clock out. 

I hang up my apron and move back to the front. Katsuki is still there.

"Couldn't you make my coffee before your mental break? How rude." I groan.

"I'm not in the mood, Kah-chan." I grumble, on the verge of snapping.

"What's with that? 'Kah-chan,' all day." I hum.

"Just something I do when I'm sleepy. Sorry." I explain, already tired of the conversation. 

"It's fine, hop in and I'll give you a ride home. You don't look well enough to walk your dumbass there alone."

"Don't wanna go home anyways." I huff as I slide into Katsuki's car.

"Then don't?" He offers. "You could come back to my place." 

I watch the blonde skeptically. "For what?" I question with narrowed eyes.

"I don't know, we could just hang out or something." he shrugs

 I nod slowly. It would probably be better than going back to my fucking apartment anyways. Even if the blonde planned to murder me. At least I’d find peace. 

"Yeah, okay. Let's go to your place." I say to affirm my nod, leaning my head against the glass of his car once I was inside.

Katsuki nods and buckles in. I do the same and close my eyes, allowing myself to doze as Katsuki drives to his home. He parks in a well-secured garage and gets out.

"Come on, I'll make dinner." he says, jarring me from my sleep.

I nod and follow him to the elevator and to his flat. When he unlocks the door and lets me in I gasp at how lavash it was. My apartment was barely as big as his kitchen . 

"Wow, this place is gorgeous." I whisper. 

He chuckles. "Go take a nap, I'll wake you when dinner is done."

"On the couch or?" I ask, looking at the couch that looked a hundred times more comfortable than my bed at home. 

"No, you idiot! Go to my room! Second door on the right!" Katsuki yells. 

I flinch and scurry off. I push the door open and stand in the doorway in awe. His room was beautiful. A large bed with a gray bedspread and gray pillows. He had a cute little orange carpet and a bed stand on either side of the bed. I yawn and crawl onto the bed. It was way too comfortable and littered with Katsuki's scent. I get under the blanket and instantly fall asleep, my dreams filled with the blonde.

Unfortunately, they turn from pleasantness and instead begin to reflect the recurring nightmare that was my life. I was crying in the dream, begging for it all to stop. I couldn’t handle this anymore. I didn’t deserve this. Why couldn’t things just be okay again? Why did he have to do this to me? What had I ever done for this to be happening to me. I grunt in my sleep, trying to wake myself up.

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Katsuki's POV: 

I am silent as I make dinner. This was the first time in years that I'd made dinner for more than one person. I was nervous the other wouldn't like my food, but at the same time, my food was fucking amazing! I smirk as I continue to prepare the food. I had decided on Katsudon, it was one of my favorites to make. While the chicken fries I work on making a nice dessert, the nerd seemed to need a pick me up. I hoped a homemade dinner would help. I couldn't keep drinking his tired coffee, it was worse than anything I'd ever made. I shake my head and return my focus to all the food that was cooking. It wouldn't be good if I burned it and ruined the night. About an hour later I was plating everything and moving to wake Izuku. He looked adorable wrapped in my blanket and holding one of my pillows to his chest securely. His face was smooth, the worries of the day melted away. I gently touch one of the freckles on his cheek and smile.

"I think I'm falling for you, Izuku." I whisper, which stirs the boy.

"Huh?" He questions sleepily, eyes looking around, but not seeing.

"I said dinner is done, Deku. Get up and come eat." I tsk and shake my head as I walk off, leaving the other to wake himself back up and join me. 

After way too long, he finally shuffles into the dining room, still rubbing his eyes. He sits down and gasps.

"Is that Katsudon?" He yells happily. 

I nod slowly. "Why?"

"It's my favorite food! How did you know?"

"I didn't, I just made it 'cause I like making Katsudon. Now shut your face and eat!" He nods and begins to eat with a happy face. 

Never before had I seen someone enjoy something I'd made to the extent he was enjoying it. Making happy sounds and eating so fast I was scared he'd choke. When he finished he sets his chopsticks on top of the bowl and sighs softly.

"That was delicious, thank you." Izuku grins in a way that makes my heart flutter. 

Stupid nerd, how dare he be all cute. I hum and finish my own bowl of Katsudon. 

"Would you like some dessert?" His eyes light up.

"Dessert? Oh, I love sweets, what do you have?" I pull out the quick-baked cheesecake and smile as I cut each of us a slice. 

His eyes were huge as I set them before him. He gives his thanks and takes a small bite. A soft moan exits his parted lips and his eyes fall closed.

"That good, huh?" He blushes a bit.

"It's amazing, Kah-chan. You're an amazing chef." I blush and wave the idiot off. 

He then continues to eat the cake with unabashed joy. When he finishes he stands and takes his plate to the sink.

"I'll wash up." he says, a smile evident in his voice. "Bring me your plate when you're finished." 

"Whatever, nerd." I listen as he starts the water and begins to hum as he washes everything up.

He was so cute, swaying back and forth ever so slightly. I finish the cake and set the plate in the water, I bend to kiss his cheek, but freeze. I quickly back away, eyes wide. Idiot, things weren't like that. I sigh and begin to rinse the clean dishes and set them on the drying rack. When they're finished, Izuku moves to gently wipe down the counters, table, and stovetop. He then helps me put everything in containers and into the fridge. He yawns softly and sighs.

"Guess it's time to go home, huh?" he asks, sleepiness returning to his voice.

"You could stay the night." I offer nonchalantly. 

A blush lights up his cheeks and he looks away. "Y-you wouldn't mind?"

"Why would I, damned nerd? You were already sleeping in my bed!" I yell. 

He nods slowly and clears his throat. "Do you have something I can wear to bed?" 

I huff and stomp to my room to look. All I could find was a shirt that was big, even on me. I throw it at the nerd. He eeps and pulls the shirt from his head. I turn and pull my own pajamas out. I begin to strip from my clothes and I grin when Izuku gasps. Clearly, he enjoyed what he saw. I looked over my shoulder and he was blushing, eyes wide. 

"S-sorry." he grumbles, still not looking away. 

"Heh, good to know you're into that shit." I continued to remove my clothes, then put on the fresh ones. 

I set the suit delicately in my laundry hamper and I move to the bathroom to brush my teeth. A few moments later he joins me. I pass him a spare toothbrush and continue to brush silently. In the mirror, my eyes rake over Izuku's legs. They were so nice, plush in the thighs and well carved in the calves. It was clear he was healthy. I finish brushing and move back to the bedroom. Again, he joins me a few moments later. I crawl onto my side of the bed and sigh softly. The bed dips with his weight and the blanket lifts as he gets settled.

"Why're you so far? Are you trying to fall off the bed?" I grab him by the hips and drag him close. 

His flesh is cold against mine.

"You're freezing." I grumble. 

"And you're warm, are we done pointing out the obvious?" he snarks. 

I snicker. "Feisty. Get some sleep, loser." he nods and curls up against me. Soon, the room is filled with his soft snores. Cute. I rub the mans hip through the shirt slowly, imagining a world where this could be my every day. Maybe I would ask him out once I’d stolen him from that shop.

My eyes narrow as I remember the way the boss had treated Izuku today. Such a fucking asshole had no right to even look at Izuku, let alone speak to him. At this point, getting the man out of there wasn’t just for me. He clearly needed the relief as well. Besides, I could probably triple his current pay without batting an eye

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Izuku's POV: 

When I wake I am warm and settled in a loving and protective grasp. I burrow deeper into the comfort the other brings. Suddenly, I realized, my lover doesn't hold me like this. He hasn't in a long time. That's why we broke up, because he didn't care about me. He was cheating. I pull away and shove hard at the chest I was cuddling only a moment before.

"Ouch, what the fuck, Deku?" A familiar voice barks. 

But it wasn't my lover's. No, it was Katsuki's. I open my eyes and look at the  blonde in shock. He was rubbing his chest and looking quite frazzled. A moment later, I remember why I was in his bed. I'd stayed over. I blush.

"I'm so sorry Kah-chan, I thought you were…" I pause. "Someone else." I finish sourly. 

"Whatever." Katsuki grumbles as he lays down again. 

I sigh and look up at the ceiling, it was alight from the sun. I gasp.

"What time is it?" I ask, suddenly panicked.

"Noon?" he offers after looking at the clock on his bedside table. 

I curse and quickly get out of the bed and change back into my clothes from the night before. 

"Can you drive me to the coffee shop?" I question loudly. 

"Sure." he shrugs and sits up with a stretch. 

I watch silently, my gaze traveling down to the abs that are shown. I blush and look away. Katsuki stands and walks past me.

"Come on." he calls after getting changed.

I quickly move to his side, already thinking over how badly I would be scolded for being over four hours late to work. Once in the parking garage I can hear rain thudding loudly. I slide into Katsuki's car and buckle, my leg bouncing angrily. Katsuki drives calmly to the coffee shop. I throw myself from the car and open the door only to be confronted by my boss. He shoves an envelope in my hands.

"You're fired, there's your final paycheck. Don't come back." He turns and walks away. 

I stare at him, my mouth agape. I hunch into myself and tears stream down my cheeks. Katsuki gently leads me back into the car and buckles me in. He slides back in and takes me back to his flat.

"I'm sorry about your job." Katsuki whispers. "I'm looking for a new barista at my company, the job is yours if you want it." I looked over at him.

"You're serious?" He nods.

"I don't know if the pay will be the same, but I would love to have you working for me." I nod and lean my head against the window.

"I hope the pay is close, I need to find a new apartment soon." he tenses. 

"Why?" I chew my lip, debating if I should tell him.

"My boyfriend cheated on me and they're kicking me out of the apartment."

"How long do you have?"

"Tomorrow?" I whisper, the reality of the situation hitting me. 

I groan and begin to rock in my chair.

"God damn it, this really isn't my month." I laugh, but it quickly turns into a sob. 

I cry loudly, everything in my life crashing down around me. This was the first time I was able to just cry about it all. Katsuki continues to his flat, letting me cry in silence. He parks in the garage and gets out. He opens my door, unbuckles me, and carries me upstairs. I cling to his shirt as I continue to cry, forcing all of my emotions to the surface, just like my therapist kept telling me to.  The blonde sits down on the couch and settles me in his lap. He gently rubs my back as I cry, and cry, and cry. Once I've cried myself out, I just lay against the blond.

"That bad, huh?" He whispers. 

I nod. "I don't know what I'm going to do." he is silent, clearly thinking.

"Well, you're going to come with me to the studio and sign your contract to work with me. Then, we're going to get your stuff from your apartment and move you in here. You can stay here until you find your own place. Okay?" I pull away to look at Katsuki.

"You're serious?" He gives me a bored look. 

"Duh, come on." he dumps me on the couch next to him and stands. "We can stop for breakfast burritos on the way to the studio." 

"You keep saying studio, where do you work?" 

"I own a high-end film industry." I nod, then blush when I realize what he was talking about.

"You're a porn director?" I question, voice high pitched. 

"Yes, got a problem?" he asks, voice sounding tense.

I bite my lip and shake my head.  "No, of course not." 

He nods and we return to his car. The rain was still pouring, but it was calming. We stop at a Mexican restaurant and Katsuki runs in. He returns a bit later and throws a burrito at me, he was already munching on his own. He finishes it before starting the car and driving off. I eat slowly, my eyes trained on Katsuki. I never would've imagined him in the porn industry. Well, maybe I could see him as an actor, he was quite hot. But a director? I shiver, no wonder he was single. He got to see hot people have sex every day, why give that up for some normie? I sigh and look up at the large building Katsuki had pulled up to. He steps out and opens an umbrella. He opens my door and holds the umbrella over my head. 

"Thank you." I whisper. 

He grunts and leads me inside. I looked around, it looked like a normal office building, until you got to the third floor. Scenes were set on the different little offices.

"Do you own this entire building."

"Fuck yeah, raised this business from the ground up! Now my entertainment is top of the charts!" he laughs loudly, catching the attention of his employees.

"Bakubro! I thought you were taking today off?" A redhead, who looked a lot like Denki's boyfriend, asks. 

"I am. I just need to get a contract signed for our newest barista." the redhead looks to me and grins.

"You must be Deku, the barista Bakubro has been talking about! Guess he finally swayed you to our side! I'm Kirishima!" 

"Midoriya, nice to meet you." I gently take his hand and shake. He smiles and wraps an arm around me and leads me after Katsuki, who hadn't even stopped for us. We catch up quickly and Kirishima keeps me from running into anything while I look around. Katsuki grabs my arm and pulls me into what I assume is his office. He slams the door in Kirishima's face, making me flinch. 

"Sit down so we can go over your contact." Katsuki orders. 

I take a seat across from him while he looks through a large filing cabinet. After a moment he sets the contract before me. 

"Alright, starting pay will be 25 an hour, this is because you'll be needed to work longer hours than most jobs. We need a barista on call from about seven am until ten pm every week day and some Sundays." 

I nod, glad I would have Saturdays off. I wouldn't have to reschedule my therapy, which was a huge load off. 

"You'll get an hour long lunch and two thirty minute breaks every day, paid, of course."

"Paid? Really?"

"Of course, I take care of my employees here." I nod.

"When can I start?"

"Tomorrow morning." I nod and move to sign the contract. 

Katsuki signs his parts and he grins. "Now, let's go get your shit before your asshole boyfriend burns it."

"Burns it?" 

He shrugs. "That's what I would do if my ex refused to get out of my apartment.” 

"Wow, guess I was wrong as to why you're single." I grumble. 

He pauses. "I'm single because no one I've met so far is good enough for me. I have very high standards." I nod and gently take Katsuki's arm in hopes it would keep his employees away. 

It works, none approach, but they all watch.

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Katsuki’s POV:

I watch as Deku looks over at the apartment. He gulps and opens the door. 

“I called in a favor from one of my friends. He’s bringing his truck. He should be here soon." Deku nods and moves to the apartment door. He takes a deep breath before knocking. A man opens the door. He was topless, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. 

“You finally here to get your shit?” the man growls, making me tense. 

I walk up and wrap an arm around Deku’s shoulders. 

“Yes he is." I say for the nerd. 

The man looks me up and down and tsks before moving away from the door. Izuku steps inside and starts handing me boxes. Just as I start to load my car, my friend Sero drives up with his truck. I nod to the black haired man and hand him a box. Izuku comes out, hands completely full of boxes. Sero gently takes the boxes from the man and loads them into his truck. After about an hour we had everything out of the man's apartment. Izuku gets back into the car without saying a word to his ex. I slide in beside him and start the car. Sero follows us back to my flat and within another hour all of Izuku’s things were in my flat. I help the nerd to unpack a few essential items, the rest stays in their boxes scattered around the flat. Izuku sits on the couch, looking through one of those apartment apps. I hum softly as I begin to make us dinner. Sero sits beside the greenette, giving him advice on the apartments. I quickly whip up some pork and beans, a pretty american dish. I plate the food with a salad and call the two over to eat. Sero fills the silence with comments about how much he missed my cooking. 

“So, how do you two know each other?” Izuku questions softly. 

“We went to college together. Plus, I work for the studio, so he’s my boss now." Izuku looked slightly shocked. 

“You don’t seem like an actor." he remarks. 

“I’m not. I’m a cameraman. That’s what my degree was in, cinematography." Izuku nods and continues eating silently. 

Soon enough, we finish our meal and Sero leaves the flat. Izuku watches me a moment before getting up to do the dishes. I join him at the sink, rinsing, drying, and putting the dishes away. I sigh softly once the chore was done and move to the couch. I flip on a random game show and Izuku joins me on the couch. He watches me a moment before turning his attention to the tv. 

“Why do you keep looking at me?” I question. 

“Sorry, just admiring." he blushes when he realizes what he had just said. 

I smirk a bit, glad the man shared some form of attraction for me.

“Hotter than your ex, right?” he nods slowly and my grin widens. “Hey, if you want a one night stand, I’m down." I say with a shrug and Izuku shakes his head no. 

“I don’t do one night stands. I get way too attached." I scoot closer to the other man and tilt his chin up so he was looking at me. 

“Scared to get attached too me?” he nods. “Scared I’ll be the best you’ve ever had?” he nods again. 

“Scared that you’ll fire me." he whispers. 

I back up in shock.  “For fucking you? Hell no, if you do a good job I might just ask you to become an actor." a darker blush comes to his face and he covers it with his hand. 

“I can’t be an actor! I’m so ugly!” comes his muffled reply. 

I scoff. “You." I pause for effect, “Are not ugly. You’re stunning. An adorable little twink. I would love to take you apart, then throw you on screen for everyone to melt over." he gulps and moves a little closer to me. 

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and smashes his lips against my own. I groan in pain, but bury a hand in the mess of curls. He relinquishes control of the kiss fairly quickly, letting me lead. I kiss him firmly, guiding him into my lap. He begins to grind gently, hips rolling in a seductive way. My cock instantly takes interest. I could feel his member against my stomach, already hard. I slip a hand under his shirt and find a nipple, playing with it in a slow manner. Izuku gasps into my mouth and I take the opportunity to lick into his. Our tongues tangle together and I flick my thumb over his nipple. I use my other hand to push the boy's shirt up. I pull out of the kiss and shove the shirt off before attaching my mouth to the perky nipple I’d been playing with. Izuku lets out a seductive moan, hands flying to my hair, holding me in place. After a few moments, I pop off and settle my hands under Izuku’s thighs, lifting him and carrying him to the bedroom. I toss him on the bed and grab the lube, pulling off my own shirt and shucking off my pants, leaving me in only my underwear, cock protruding from the front ludely. Izuku’s emerald eyes rake over me silently. He looked hungry. I pull the man's pants off and throw them behind me before climbing between his legs and capturing his lips in another brutal kiss. His hand moves to the front of my underwear, fondling my member gently. I groan into his mouth before pulling away.

“Wanna taste." Izuku mutters. 

I laugh and push him off the bed and move to sit on the edge. Izuku crawls between my legs and slowly pulls my underwear off before licking up the underside of my member. He then pulls the tip between his lips and sucks with gentle pressure. I moan and grip his head to guide him into it. He is slow as he takes more and more into his mouth. I watch with lust filled eyes. He was too good at this. My cock slides easily down his throat and he bobs slowly, pace getting faster as he went. 

“Fuck, Deku. So good." I praise, making his eyes light up. 

They were half lidded at this point. He was the picture of seduction. Hand holding my cock, the other holding his, stroking gently. His freckled cheeks were puffed slightly from my girth and drool was sliding down his lips. When I’m close enough to cumming, I pull him off and drag him back onto the bed. I push him into doggy position and lube my fingers before sliding two in. He lets out a delicious little moan and pushes back into my hand, fucking himself on my fingers. After a while, I add the other two digits and watch him stretch around them. He was so sexy. Soon enough, I’m lubing my cock and sliding into that tight little hole. He cries out softly and I pause. He pants softly, arching his back and slowly beginning to move on my cock. I smirk. 

“Such a good boy." I whisper, sliding a hand up his spine and wrapping it around his throat before beginning to fuck into the boy. 

I move quickly, making a slapping sound surround us. Izuku lets out loud moans of pleasure that he stifles against his arm. After a while of fucking into the man, my cock finds his prostate and he screams, cum dripping from his cock onto the sheets. I laugh softly and continue to hit that spot as I find my release. Yeah, this little shit wouldn’t be leaving my bed anytime. He was too perfect for the screen too. I couldn’t let anyone else touch this perfect body.