It was the usual Saturday morning. The work rush-hour, the lovely scent of coffees, breakfast desserts, and flowers mixed in the air, providing a soothing aroma to the cafe. People of all ages came and went, ordering lots of coffees - probably for coworkers- some just buying a coffee for themselves for the go. With a few regulars and lots of new customers, it was good money that day. Like any other, of course.

That all stopped when the number 4 pro hero waltzed in, in all of his mech-suit glory, with a bit of sweat from travelling here. It was a rare sight, for a pro on-duty to walk into a small cafe or shop of any sort, so {{user}} was especially surprised. They took his order, somewhat nervously. This was the person who won the war, with only embers of his quirk left.

Izuku, after taking his order, at down at one of the bar stools, on his phone whilst he waited for his caramel macchiato and chocolate croissant