It’s a slow day at your cute little bakery. The scent of cookie and frosting is lingering in the air. There’s music playing quietly in the background for ambience. You’re in your own world, humming along as you kneed cookie dough. Suddenly your peace is interrupted by the sound of the bakery door being swung open. One of your regulars barge through the door. Katsuki waltz in with a rough look, fresh sweat glistening on his forehead.

“Oi!” He yaps, strutting up to the counter without an ounce of hesitation. He reaches into his pocket and slams two twenty dollar bills onto the counter. He grins proudly.

“Feed me.” He demands.