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Katsuki had never been a fan of fast food. Why would he be? He could make most of these things at home, with better ingredients and in a much healthier version. But his idiot friends often got the better of him and dragged him along when they craved grease and the impending doom of heart failure. He always tried to resist but after knowing him for so long, they were immune to his threats and sharp edges.
“If you don’t want to eat something greasy you can order a salad!” Kaminari grinned as he pushed Katsuki through the door into the burger joint.
“Fuck you,” Katsuki grumbled and shrugged offKaminari’s hands. “I bet even that will give you heart failure. Also, don’t tell me what to do! I’ll order a burger if I want to!”
“I thought you didn’t want to?” Sero asked with that smug grin of his that made all of Katsuki’s hackles rise. Instead of answering his friend, he simply flipped him off and stalked away to the counter. The guy behind it could’ve been cute if there wasn’t the atrocious uniform that hid his body or the hideous hat that hid his hair. But his face was cute and freckles and his eyes were lovely. Katsuki had always been a sucker for green eyes.
He simply stared at Katsuki for a second, and the blond was ready to snap at the man. He wasn’t rude to service personnel on principle since their work was hell on earth, but if the other man was rude first, all bets were off. Lucky for the guy he seemed to pull himself together before Katsuki needed to tear him a new one.
“Welcome to Happy Patties, can I take your order?”
“Cheeseburger, medium rare, extra pickles, no onions.”
“Sure thing! Is there anything else you want?”
“No.”
“Do you want to upgrade your burger to a menu?”
“I just said no.”
“Alright then!” the guy said with a bright smile that Katsuki was sure had to be fake. No one could work in the service industry and still have a smile that pretty.
To the credit of the guy and the restaurant, it really didn’t take long for Katsuki to get his burger and without another word, he grabbed it and took a seat in one of the booths. It didn’t take long for everyone else to join him with their food.
“Just one burger?” Kaminari asked, the food on his tray almost toppling over. “Are you sure that’s enough?”
“I refuse to inhale any more garbage than necessary,” Katsuki answered with a sneer and unwrapped his burger. “This is already going to destroy my meal plan for the next fucking-”
He stopped himself, his eyes zeroing in on the small sliver of onion peeking out at the edge of his burger.
“Motherfucker,” he swore and shot out of his seat.
“Bro?” Kirishima said but Katsuki wasn’t listening. He marched straight back to the counter with a murderous glare on his face.
“Is there something else I can do for you?” the overly happy cashier asked and Katsuki was this close to strangling him.
“You didn’t even do the first thing right, so no,” Katsuki said and the cashier’s face fell.
“I’m sorry?”
“I told you not to put fucking onions on my burger and you still did it.”
“I’m so sorry. I’ll be happy to replace that for you.”
“Don’t bother-,” Katsuki quickly glanced down toward the name tag. “- Deku. I didn’t want to eat this in the first place.”
Deku’s face turned into a frown.
“If you didn’t want to eat it, why did you order it? That’s a waste of food.”
“First of all, I wouldn’t call anything in here food. Second of all, you need to get your fucking act together. What if someone with a food allergy ordered food here? How would you feel if someone got hurt because of this?”
“Oh my god, are you allergic to onions?” Deku asked and his face was pale. Katsuki scoffed.
“No, but it’s the principle of the thing. I know this job is shitty, but you need to take it seriously. At least as long as the potential health of your fucking clients is involved.”
“Wow,” Deku whispered and somehow there were stars in his eyes. What the fuck? “You really do care about other people, don’t you?”
“What gave you that fucking impression? I’m just telling you to stop sucking at your job.”
The smile wouldn’t leave Deku’s face as he started typing something into the register.
“I’m happy some people take this so seriously and I assure you I will be more careful in the future. Let me make it up to you? This is on the house.” He disappeared into the back and after a minute or so reappeared with a cup in his hand.
“I said I don’t need your garbage.”
“This is not garbage! This is a smoothie, 100% fruit only! I can even show you the ingredients list if you don’t believe me.”
Katsuki eyed the cup distrustingly, but a smoothie does sound good. Without a word, he grabbed the cup and turned around to leave.
“I hope you come back soon!” Deku called after him and Katsuki ignored him. It didn’t matter how cute he was, he had messed up his order and was therefore on Katsuki’s shit list. He plopped back down into his seat and took a sip of the smoothie.
He had to admit it wasn’t half bad.
“Oh my god,” Kaminari whispered, his eyes glued to the cup. “Only you Bakugou, only you.”
Katsuki glared at him.
- They messed up. It’s not my fault they give me free shit to cover up their mistake.”
“I think what Kaminair means,” Sero said while leaning forward, a sly smirk on his face. “Is that only you would complain to someone and get rewarded with a phone number for it.”
“The fuck?”
Sero pointed to the cup and confused, Katsuki turned it around. Scrawled on it were indeed a phone number, a name, and a message.
‘XXX-XXXXXX, Call me if you want to yell at me some more, Izuku’
Huh.
He turned around to try and catch Deku’s, Izuku’s , eyes again, but the cashier pointedly didn’t look over. He had pulled the cap on his head down to hide his face, but even from the distance, Katsuki could see how bright red he was. It made him even more adorable.
He turned back in his seat and grinned.
Maybe he would call the nerd to yell at him some more.