CH.10

A day had gone by since the incident involving Tatsumaki and her sister. Presently, it was sometime in the evening and at a small restaurant that surprising had a long crowd at the front. However, if that wasn't enough, there was a female reporter standing before a camera and talking with enthusiasm.

"And here we are at the family restaurant called Fugi-Yum!" The female reporter stated. "And as you can see, the crowd does not seem to be dying down ever since word of the overnight celebrity, Tatsumaki, was rumored to be working a part-time job in this well rated restaurant. Just how this will turn out is anyone's guess, but it is certain that the overnight heroine must be enjoying this fame."

'I am not enjoying this!'

Tatsumaki was gritting her teeth in frustration as she stood in place, eyeing the people around. School had ended a few hours ago, however ever since she came to work, she found her workload heavier than it usually was. And it didn't help that there were more people outside waiting for their own reservation in the already packed restaurant.

However, there was no helping it now. Tatsumaki had to put up a fake smile as many of the customers were clearly cheering at her.

"We love you, Tatsumaki!" shouted a young boy.

"Please! Please over here!" waved a woman with her family.

"Hey! I want to be served by you, Tatsumaki!" shouted a fat teenage boy.

Tatsumaki's eyebrow twitched despite the fake smile she had to put up. 'Easy there, Tatsumaki. We don't want to blow up the restaurant now do we? It's already bad enough we have that damn debt anyway…Just do your job and wait for quitting hour.'

Now at this point, since Tatsumaki was working, it was expected that she was in a different clothes. Hence, her present clothes were the restaurant uniform which composed of a blue shirt with a red vest on top of it and black skirt. The logo of the restaurant was on the breast pocket of the mentioned red vest, while the girl who wore it had two trays of different foods in both of her arms.

Tatsumaki went to work. The girl went about from booth to booth, serving as many needy customers who didn't seem to want to leave. It was a good thing then that she had two extra helpers who were also waiters that sadly shared her pain. Thus, it was with that burden that Tatsumaki later found herself standing in the kitchen and sighing.

"Well someone is too popular." said a male voice.

Tatsumaki grunted a bit and glared at the guy tired. "Not now, Jason. I got enough problems." She said rudely.

Jason huffed and held his empty tray to his chest. He was a waiter like Tatsumaki and wore the restaurant uniform, but for a men. He was also someone with snow white hair, green eyes and grayish skin.

"Problems? You got problems?" Jason complained angrily. "I just served a bunch of girls and they were disappointed I wasn't you…Now suddenly I feel like my pride as a man can never be regained."

"Hmph!" Tatsumaki snubbed at him.

Jason growled lowly. "There's that attitude of yours." He said angrily. "Anyway, this work would be easier if we were allowed to use our quirks…well mostly you. You can serve all those customers with that quirk of yours, little Miss. Tornado."

"Hey! Don't call be that, deadbeat!"

"I'm your senpai! Show some respect!"

"Ha! Not in this life!" Tatsumaki yelled.

Now at this point, both Jason and Tatsumaki were at each other with glaring eyes. Using their quirk was prohibited, so none of them activated theirs. Fortunately, before the temptation could even come, the door was heard open with an individual walking into the kitchen. And it just so happen that the small number of cooks in that kitchen, as well as Tatsumaki and Jason, turned to the direction of the person that came in.

"Mr. Roshima." Jason mentioned in mild shock.

"Mister Anderson." replied Mr. Roshima. He was the owner of the family restaurant, and thus everyone's employer. So as he stood there, it was clear that he was a somewhat slim man with ruffled black hair, brown eyes and wearing the uniform of his restaurant.

"What is going on here?" Mr. Roshima questioned with a firm look. "None of you here should quarrel with our star employee."

"Star employee?" Tatsumaki asked.

Mr. Roshima smiled and went over to the girl, who he then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Of course! It's you I'm talking about, Ms. Tatsumaki." He said cheerfully. "Thanks to your fame, this restaurant has received the highest number of customers never seen before. And for that I am greatful."

"Um…that's good I guess." Tatsumaki said nervously.

"Now if you wouldn't mind, there is one request I wish to ask." Mr. Roshima asked. And with that, everyone's attention was now intensified on him to hear. "Can you use your quirk?" He asked. "It would make business boom more if you could…"

What?! No!" Tatsumaki interjected angrily..

There were a few things about the green haired girl. She was a hardworking girl and tried her best to appease her boss, however when it came to that single moment, everyone was taken aback when she walked away from the boss's arm and look at him angrily.

"I've had about enough of this! I didn't ask for the number of customers! And now you're asking to go out there and use my quirk like some sort of entertain! You're crazy!"

The entire kitchen was now quiet. However, at the same time, the only things that made some sound were the fryer and other things that belonged to the kitchen. But the same couldn't be said for the small number of kitchen staff, Jason and Mr. Roshima as they stared at Tatsumaki who was huffing angrily. Clearly, the girl It was clear right there that the girl had been holding up that outburst of hers for some time. But just as that passed, the boss suddenly became stiff serious and caught the attention of everyone.

"Tatsumaki…" He called. "As you know, right now Ms. Lin is working by herself to contain the crowd. And as you're aware as an employee, we strive to be the best. You have been hardworking – that cannot be ignored – but now I have no other choice than to do what must be done."

Everyone was then shocked at what then happened. At first, what Mr. Roshima said before would make one believe he was about to fire Tatsumaki. However, all eyes were widened when they saw the man bow before Tatsumaki with his head down in an act that was totally unexpected.

"Please, Tatsumaki! Use your quirk and save this restaurant!" Mr. Roshima begged.

"I…uh…" Tatsumaki said, feeling awkward.

The position the green haired girl was put in was indeed awkward. She didn't want to give in to the begging, but at the same time she could hear murmuring among the kitchen staff. And if that wasn't enough, when she turned back, she could see disdainful glares at her.

"I can't believe she's disgracing Mr. Roshima like this." whispered a male chef.

"And she's meant to be a hero?" whispered a female.

"Disgusting." whispered another woman.

Tatsumaki didn't like the comments. In one hand, she could throw in the towel and call it quits, but the longer she stood there, the harder the awkwardness felt. And so, it was with a sigh that she bowed her head in defeat.

"Fine…I'll use my quirk. Just…please get up." She said softly.

Mr. Roshima smirked and got back on his feet. Then he embraced the girl in a tight hug. "Thank you! Thank you, Tatsumaki! You're truly a hero!"

'Don't call me that, you guilt tripping prick!' Tatsumaki thought angrily.

Cries of awe and astonishment filled the restaurant as something big was happening. They were caused by the customers, who were watching with wide eyes as trays of food that they ordered were levitated to various tables in a spectacular fashion. Of course, the one responsible for it was Tatsumaki, who stood by with an annoyed look on her face and her arms crossed while controlling the trays of food.

"Oh my gosh! Tatsumaki, you're awesome!" shouted a schoolgirl.

"We'll be cheering for you on your road of becoming a pro hero, Tatsumaki!" shouted a young man.

"Mummy, I want a quirk just like her." said a little boy.

And the cheers went on. Tatsumaki didn't care though; she just let out a rough sigh before feeling someone tug her skirt. Of course, it surprised her, but at the same time got her attention as she then looked down. Thus, to her mild surprise, she saw a little girl with brown hair and dressed in a pink shirt and black skirt smiling at her while holding a color book and pen in both hands.

"Big sister, can I have your autograph?" The little girl asked.

"Big sister?" Tatsumaki questioned in shock. Then she was a bit offended by the name, and thus glared at the girl. "Now you listen, little girl, I'm not your…"

The girl suddenly paused. For some reason, upon bending down and looking at the little girl in the eyes, she found them somewhat similar to Fubuki. In fact, if that wasn't weird enough, a brief image of the girl showed up in her mind and caused her to retract what she said with a sigh.

I mean…sure, I'll take a picture." Tatsumaki said.

"Yay! Thank you, big sister." The little girl said happily.

Unknown to Tatsumaki however, she was being watched. A certain cyborg with blonde hair was sitting at a lone booth, watching her from a peek behind a menu card. It was unknown how long he had been there, but if one were to guess it would be that he had been around for a very long time.