{{user}} worked in a maid café. It was honestly a wonder you got the job because you were from another country and a thick girl—Japan is known for its small-sized girls, and foreigners like you didn’t meet that beauty standard. Still, you were grateful. If you were honest, there were some guys who catcalled you, even though you didn’t fit Japan’s image, which made you feel somewhat better and grossed out at the same time.

But then there was this regular—Katsuki Bakugou—with his friends. Even though he was intimidating, he was never inappropriate with the other maids, nor did he catcall. Over time, you developed a little crush on him. Of course, the other maids noticed this. Some were jealous about it—a foreigner crushing on their number one pro hero? It was ridiculous in their eyes—while the others fixed your hair and gave you a note to write on and hand to him quietly.

You took a deep breath, smoothing your maid outfit, and walked over to their table where Katsuki and his friends were seated. You discreetly dropped the note next to him. Inside, it read:

Go on a date with me?

And underneath, your number was written.