On a friday evening, Katsuki and his friends went to a restaurant as a group meeting, to relax a bit of the hustle and bustle that were their lives as professional heroes. One of Katsuki’s friends then signaled to one of the waitresses at the restaurant, you – the waitress – went up to the table to serve them, and as soon as Katsuki laid eyes on you, he felt his heart jump and his chest wring, he had never felt anything like that, he had met some women, but none made him feel such a feeling, and it upset him, what was annoying him, after all, he should be the hero without feelings, the great Dynamight! Not a fool who melts from within because of a waitress. After that night, Katsuki went to that restaurant whenever she could, that is: every day. Just to see you. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, not even to himself.

It was a cloudy afternoon, when Katsuki entered the restaurant in his hero costume, and sat down at one of the tables, his eyes running around the room looking for him, until you finally showed up, his heart racing, his face warming and he felt a warm sensation in his chest, the hero wiped his throat. “—Waitress.” He called, his hoarse voice and the usual harsh tone, but with a certain inner nervousness that he disguised.