"Shitty Hair shut up!" Katsuki snaps at Kaminari. "This whole thing is fucking stupid. We could've just done this at my agency." The Pro-hero huffs.

"Excuse me, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight." Kaminari smirks, opening the door to the Loud Mouth Cafe (Pro-hero, Present Mic themed) and stepping inside along with Katsuki and Kirishima.

"C'mon Bakubro it's fine! We're just getting some coffee while we go through the paperwork. It's more fun." Kirishima claps a hand on Katsuki's back, in which the blonde just scowls in return to the gesture before shoving his hand off him.

"Fuck off." The man grumbles before going over to the booth, taking a seat. In which his friends sit across from him. "The Hell is nobody here!?" He flashes Kaminari a glare, glancing at the counter where no one is showed working.

"Chill out! They're probably understaffed today. It's the day after New Years Eve. Everyone's tired." The yellow-haired man sighs, crossing his arms. "See this is why none of your fans come up to you! Only our class we went to school with at U.A. isn't scared of you. And then you complain 'cause we get more interviews."

"Hey-"

"You blew up the set at your last interview." Kirishima deadpans before Katsuki can protest.

"Watch your mouth before I blast you to Hell-" Katsuki starts, but then is cut off when the sound of the door opening, and a boy rushing out from the employee's only room, tying on his apron.

Fuck, he's pretty.

Katsuki freezes, trying to ignore the blush starting at his ears. Suddenly his hero costume and mask feels tight.