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BARTENDER DEKU ♡
employees at their bar generally picked a shift and stuck with it—so it was weird for everybody when shindou switched from the mid shift to the late shift.
he’d started going back to school so it wasn’t as convenient for him anymore, hence the late nights.
employees at their bar generally picked a shift and stuck with it—so it was weird for everybody when shindou switched from the mid shift to the late shift.
he’d started going back to school so it wasn’t as convenient for him anymore, hence the late nights.
he and izuku had seen each other in passing a lot; sometimes their shifts overlapped but it was usually during the busy part of the evening so they didn’t get to interact much.
but, he liked izuku! izuku was cute and freckled and always had a smile reserved for him…
but, he liked izuku! izuku was cute and freckled and always had a smile reserved for him…
a whole 8+ hour shift with a guy like that would make anyone fall in love. which was kind of why he took it upon himself to be the one to chase away any creeps that tried to hit on him.
“you can just tell them i’m your boyfriend!” shindou always told him with a laugh.
“you can just tell them i’m your boyfriend!” shindou always told him with a laugh.
izuku would always give a wobbly smile in return. “er, no, shindou-kun. i appreciate the intent but i’ve—“
“well, offer stands!”
“no, really, i—“
“it’s no problem at all!” he’d always get a weird look & a sigh, & izuku would shuffle off. so he was shy—shindou thought it was cute.
“well, offer stands!”
“no, really, i—“
“it’s no problem at all!” he’d always get a weird look & a sigh, & izuku would shuffle off. so he was shy—shindou thought it was cute.
he just couldn’t stand to see weirdos hitting on izuku all the time! and it seemed to happen so frequently, he couldn’t just /not/ do anything.
so when shindou just happened to look up as a new face entered the bar that night, sirens immediately started going off in his head.
so when shindou just happened to look up as a new face entered the bar that night, sirens immediately started going off in his head.
his hair was shaved short around the sides, the longer part at the top explosively messy. an expanse of black tattoos swirled up both of his arms, even extending down past his wrist to the back of his hands.
his ears were covered in piercings, large plugs the centrepiece with curved red earrings shoved through. he had a nose ring, an eyebrow piercing, a lip ring—and a tongue piercing, shindou noted as he watched the blond swipe his tongue across his lower lip.
the whole outfit was black, from his ripped jeans to the combat boots.
he just screamed bad news.
and the way his eyes zeroed in on izuku from across the room and immediately beelined towards him basically confirmed his fears.
izuku had turned away to reach for more glasses.
he just screamed bad news.
and the way his eyes zeroed in on izuku from across the room and immediately beelined towards him basically confirmed his fears.
izuku had turned away to reach for more glasses.
when he spun back around to find the newcomer sitting at the bar, the poor man nearly jumped out of his skin. but he calmed himself, offering the guy a soft smile and a beer, and shindou scowled. izuku was far too nice!
he stalked over to them with single-minded purpose, reaching out to slide an arm across the expanse of izuku’s shoulder blades.
the blond’s eyes immediately snapped to where shindou’s hand was wrapped around izuku. “who the fuck are you.” he ground out, low and dangerous.
the blond’s eyes immediately snapped to where shindou’s hand was wrapped around izuku. “who the fuck are you.” he ground out, low and dangerous.
“um—“
“who the fuck are /you/?” shindou fired back and he felt izuku tense underneath him.
“um—!”
“i’m the guy who’s about to put you in the fucking hospital.” blond guy’s palm slapped against the bar top as he rose to his full height.
“who the fuck are /you/?” shindou fired back and he felt izuku tense underneath him.
“um—!”
“i’m the guy who’s about to put you in the fucking hospital.” blond guy’s palm slapped against the bar top as he rose to his full height.
he was a lot taller than he looked from across the room.
shindou sent him a glare in return. the guy was huge, but he was no slouch himself. “i’d like to see you try. just keep away from my boyfriend and we won’t have a problem.”
shindou sent him a glare in return. the guy was huge, but he was no slouch himself. “i’d like to see you try. just keep away from my boyfriend and we won’t have a problem.”
there was a loud crack, and shindou looked down just in time to see the glass in the blond’s hand shatter to pieces. liquid flooded the bar. his hand shot out and fisted in shindou’s collar, yanking him forward and dangerously close to dragging him across the bar altogether.
“kacchan!!” izuku’s voice cut in, and shindou felt the hand tense and then release. the shorter man ducked easily from shindou’s slackened hold and hurriedly thrust several clean rags towards the blond’s now-bleeding hand. “kacchan, please,” he pleaded, sounding small.
“i don’t want you to get in trouble again. i already caused enough problems for you…”
“ain’t problems, deku.” the man (kacchan?) grunted, his voice taking on a soft edge. “not for you.”
izuku ducked his head.
“ain’t problems, deku.” the man (kacchan?) grunted, his voice taking on a soft edge. “not for you.”
izuku ducked his head.
“it’s… i-i think you should go, i-i’m sorry… but you’ll—you’ll pick me up, right?”
“always.” he reached out and curled his large hand around izuku’s. then those red eyes zeroed back on shindou again. “gone to jail for a lot less than kicking some bastard’s shit in.” he sneered.
“always.” he reached out and curled his large hand around izuku’s. then those red eyes zeroed back on shindou again. “gone to jail for a lot less than kicking some bastard’s shit in.” he sneered.
“touch /my/ boyfriend again and we’ll have even more of a fucking problem. don’t let me catch you in a dark alley. later, deku.”
shindou was reeling. he stared at the retreating figure. “boyfriend? you’ve got a boyfriend? /that/ asshole is your boyfriend?!”
shindou was reeling. he stared at the retreating figure. “boyfriend? you’ve got a boyfriend? /that/ asshole is your boyfriend?!”
izuku’s expression pinched into displeasure. “don’t call him that.”
“izuku—“
“i need to clean this up.”
“if i could just—“ he reached out towards him.
“don’t touch me!” izuku practically yelled.
“izuku—“
“i need to clean this up.”
“if i could just—“ he reached out towards him.
“don’t touch me!” izuku practically yelled.
“i kept trying to tell you i had a boyfriend but you didn’t want to listen! you pissed him off and now he’s hurt and i just—just /don’t/ touch me!”
shindou blinked, taken aback. he excused himself to the bathroom. he straightened his clothes, brushed down his hair.
shindou blinked, taken aback. he excused himself to the bathroom. he straightened his clothes, brushed down his hair.
and then he went back out and got back to work. izuku had a smile plastered on his face, but even shindou could tell it was forced.
he needed to apologize.
but he’d wait until their shift was over, give izuku some space until then.
he needed to apologize.
but he’d wait until their shift was over, give izuku some space until then.
izuku was a lot more efficient at closing so he was done first and out the door just as fast.
shindou hurried to follow. before he could so much as utter his coworker’s name, a man stepped out from the shadows of the building. it was the blond—kacchan, or whatever his name was.
shindou hurried to follow. before he could so much as utter his coworker’s name, a man stepped out from the shadows of the building. it was the blond—kacchan, or whatever his name was.
“deku.” he called, opening his arms wide to catch the shorter man that immediately lunged at him. “hey.”
“kacchan! are you okay?”
“m’fine. one deep cut but i went home ’n stitched it. you good?”
“kacchan! are you okay?”
“m’fine. one deep cut but i went home ’n stitched it. you good?”
the question was simple, but the way the blond’s eyes slid over to lock on shindou as he asked it suggested what he was really asking.
“i’m okay.”
kacchan leaned down and pressed his lips against izuku’s, using his non-bandaged hand to push the curls out of izuku’s eyes.
“i’m okay.”
kacchan leaned down and pressed his lips against izuku’s, using his non-bandaged hand to push the curls out of izuku’s eyes.
“nerd,” he muttered affectionately against his lips. “love you.”
shindou had never, /never/ seen izuku light up the way he did upon hearing those words.
“i love you too, kacchan. let’s go home?”
“yeah, babe. let’s go.”
shindou had never, /never/ seen izuku light up the way he did upon hearing those words.
“i love you too, kacchan. let’s go home?”
“yeah, babe. let’s go.”
he led izuku towards a motorcycle parked in the corner of the lot, smiling down at him as izuku chattered on about something or other. as much as shindou hated to admit it, it was a storybook picture of a man head over heels.
well, he was man enough to admit when he’d been beat. he’d apologize to izuku next time he saw him. and maybe kacchan too.
maybe.
maybe.
