Sweet Punishment

"So how's the café doing lately?" Izuku says, waiting for their food to arrive.

Once the uproar subsides, the couple is seated and their orders are taken. Midoriya ordered a dulce de leche cake and matcha green tea. While Todoroki surprisingly doesn't order any sweets, he orders a Ceasar salad ("Someone's being healthy,") and brewed coffee instead.

"Your regular patrons were looking for you, especially Chiyo-obaasan," Uraraka says. "She even nagged me to tell you that she'd speed up your recovery if you went to her clinic."

"I heard a lot of people say she's really an amazing doctor," Iida shares. "they even gave her the moniker, 'Recovery Girl ', though I wouldn't really think 'girl' is still appropriate for her current age..."

Midoriya sweat drops. "I appreciate the sentiments, but her clinic just seems extremely shady."

"Agreed." Uraraka and Iida says in unison.

"Is it alright for you to be chatting with us right now?" Todoroki speaks in his usual monotone. It startles the couple, completely forgetting his presence due to his extreme silence. "I meant that in a none threatening way," He adds, in case they get the wrong impression.

Uraraka waves her hands. "None taken! Well, you're one of the early birds as per usual. The start of our rush hour starts from 11:30 AM to 2 PM, so we have almost an hour left to slack around."

"Gee, Todoroki, as if you didn't know that already." Midoriya teases. "You're a regular here and I notice you become agitated whenever the clock strikes at 11:25 because the café becomes boisterous and you get distracted from writing."

"Maybe Todoroki-kun really did mean it in a threatening way." Iida adjusts his glasses.

Uraraka sweat drops, taking a step back away from the man graced with a bowl cut of two colors.

"But since you asked that," Iida continues. "we're understaffed, so I apologize if we won't be able to chat later— No, Midoriya. Don't even bother suggesting."

Midoriya closes his mouth, slowly retracting his upheld finger.

"I could take over Izuku's shift,"

The green-haired cinnamon roll chokes on his own saliva, while the two waiters gape at Todoroki in disbelief. Noticing all their eyes on him, Todoroki looks away uncomfortably.

"If you're understaffed, I can at least lend a bit of my time." He pauses, "After all, I own Café Perry and that seems like the bare minimum for me to do."

Midoriya gasps. "You own Café Perry?

Todoroki blinks as if he was the one taken aback. "Half of it. Momo, my childhood friend whom I introduced to you before, owns the other half—"

"Momo, as in, Yaoyorozu Momo ?" Iida raises an eyebrow.

Todoroki nods.

"So you're the business partner she mentioned when she assigned me as the manager here..." Iida rubs his chin, thinking out loud. "That explains why she was with you during that day..."

The other two know what Iida refers to as that day but didn't say anything to prevent Midoriya from thinking about the incident again. Instead, Uraraka changes the subject and screeches.

"You're the manager?" She then turns to Izuku. "Did you know about this?"

Midoriya laughs nervously.

"Am I the only one who doesn't know the behind the scenes of this place?" She cries in frustration. "Is this the reason why we should take down the bourgeoisie to destroy the class structure once and for all?"

"Anyway," Todoroki shakes his head, ignoring Uraraka completely. "I could start now if you'd like."

"Are you serious?" Midoriya frowns, still not letting it go.

Todoroki nods.

Midoriya desperately looks at his friends, but they only shrug.

"Hey, if only you saw us during rush hour, you'd understand why we're desperate for more members of the working class." Ignore her. Ignore her. Ignore her. "But are you really sure, Todoroki-kun?" She adds, just to appease her best friend.

Todoroki nods again.

"Well," Iida fishes his phone from the pockets of his slacks, something Todoroki finds slightly odd since he didn't expect Iida to do something with the slightest semblance to unprofessionalism. "I'll need to inform Yaoyorozu-san about this—"

"Please don't," The bi-color haired boy quickly stops him. "she'd get the idea of helping out too, only to cause more trouble than anything else."

"Yes," Iida shakes his head, an amused look on his face. "I can't imagine her as well running around with plates on her hands."

"I'd expect you to be the more reasonable one, Iida-san!" Midoriya cries frantically.

"Hey!" Uraraka pouts.

"Well, he is the owner of Café Perry." He points out. "Whatever he wants, we shall follow. Anyway, we have an extra set of uniforms in the personnel's locker. I assume it's the right size for you, Todoroki-kun."

"What?" Midoriya demands.

"Every employee needs to wear a uniform, Midoriya-kun, even temporary ones," Iida says in a matter-of-fact tone.

"B-b-but —"

"Or perhaps you have a waiter uniform fetish?" Uraraka suggests out of nowhere.

Izuku tries to respond to that accusation, only to end up turning into a deeper shade of red due to his lack of a decent vocabulary.

She gives him a thumbs up. "I see you're a man of culture as well!"

Iida frowns at his girlfriend. "Anyway, I'll lead you the way..."

Midoriya is helplessly left alone on the table with the ever so energetic Uraraka. She begins to ask about how Midoriya and Todoroki finally started dating. Of course, he blatantly ignores the question and opts to talk about Uraraka's relationship. She happily obliges and shares about her date with Iida. Midoriya listens intently, not wanting Uraraka to direct the attention back to him. After all, he doesn't want to answer her queries.

Midoriya couldn't possibly say that they fucked in the hospital, right?

As soon as he sees Todoroki wearing the waiter uniform, Midoriya's whole body felt like a burning furnace. His face turns completely crimson to the point he animatedly starts steaming. Even his ears are like pinkish seashells. He furrows his eyes brows, moss green eyes dilating at the seductive sight before him. He opens his lips, only to close it again. Izuku looks like a globing fish.

Todoroki innocently tilts his head to the side, not knowing the effect he has on his boyfriend. Izuku curses internally, suddenly feeling the sudden tightness in his pants. God, he could ravish him right there and then. He wouldn't mind dragging him inside the WC cubicle and rub their penises against each other. But Todoroki deserves better than that. He deserves the nice comfort of Midoriya's queen-sized bed and thick comforters, not a dirty toilet stall.

Plus Midoriya doesn't want other people to hear Todoroki's sexy little moans. That is only for his ears to take.

"Doesn't he look handsome—" Uraraka stops abruptly. She stares as Midoriya grabs Todoroki by the wrist and hurriedly exited out of the cafe. "Well, that was random. It's something I would expect from Midoriya but not actually think he would legitimately do."

"I guess I'll deduct this from Midoriya-kun's salary." Iida gestures at the couple's orders that came too late .

"Cut him some slack,"

Iida hums, nodding. "I wonder where they're off to."

Uraraka's bright brown eyes shine with a teasing glint, poking the curve of her boyfriend's side. "As if you don't know, Tenya."

He returns the devious smile, sidestepping a bit closer to her. Iida leans down to her ear, closing the distance between them. " So... I heard you like uniforms?"

Ochako shoves her hand on his face, trying to hide the embarrassment written all over her face. "I think you've already guessed that since we've been doing it numerous times in the break room."

Tenya chuckles, taking her hand and intertwining them instead. "You release the bravado inside of me, my star,"

"Yeah, who would've known that the prim and proper Tenya-bocchan would do anything naughty in his workplace." She pauses. "Also stop calling me that! You're so corny!"

"Oh, really?" He adjusts his glasses with his other hand. "Your reaction says otherwise."

He doesn't even need to add more words to his sentence for Ochako to understand what he truly meant. The natural pinkness of her cheeks turns red, making her resemble a Pikachu.

"You asshole," She says through gritted teeth.

Tenya feigns innocence, tilting his head to the side. "What?"

"Don't tempt me, Tenya. I swear you're gonna regret it when we get home."

Iida flashes a wide grin, a grin he rarely shows to anyone but her. But every time she sees it, her heart still skips a beat, no matter how many times she's seen it.

Uraraka holds Iida's hand tighter, his hand that envelops hers with comforting warmth. "Damn you, Tenya."

He doesn't even flinch at her words, already used to his girlfriend openly swearing around him.

"I'll be waiting for your sweet punishment, my star."