You take a sip of your morning coffee and almost spit it out on your dashboard.

This could not be your order. It was so… unusually sugary. Too sugary. Like someone liquified a whole candy store and shoved it into a venti cup.

Still reeling a little from the overly sweet aftertaste that lingers on your tongue, your eyes trail down to read the name written on the cup. What kind of pretentious asshole orders this garbage? Were their taste buds dead?

Your eyes searched the paper cup for who your local coffee shop transgressor was– catching sight of a scribble in blue marker reading “H-A.” You moved your hand a bit to reveal a “W-K-S.” A sense of dread creeps in as you numbly stare at the squiggly heart next to it.

You had mistakenly picked up the wildly famous winged pro hero’s order and to make things even worse, put your mouth on where his was supposed to be.

Okay that sounded kind of dirty. But it’s not like you could drive back and return it now, what with your lip gloss already staining the lid.

You were already running late to your desk job as is, and your coworkers were probably scratching their heads, wondering where you were since you always arrived at least half an hour before them. Should you just throw it away and pretend it never happened?

As you contemplate what to do while still having a grip on the sugary drink you hear a tap at your window. You glance to the side and nearly jump when you see him.

Hawks. The number two Pro Hero in Japan. Is outside your car.

As you slowly roll the window down he bends down to smirk at you. Wow he’s even more attractive in person…sharp golden eyes and a perfectly straight nose…are you staring?

“Wow, I had no idea coffee thieves came this cute.” He hums out as his eyes shamelessly check you out from your face to your perfectly manicured hand that’s holding his disgustingly sugary coffee.