little cafe/sweets shop owner bakugou who hand designs and makes every cake, cookie, ice cream sundae, latte, and cup of tea.

it’s a popular spot, and everyone loves how modern and luxurious everything is. his online presence grows every day.

that’s how he meets biker shinsou.

he’s a bastard who revs his bike unnecessarily, smokes too close to his building, has an insane sweet tooth, and lives off of coffee.

he’s there practically the entire day just sitting at a table while on his phone, eating a banana nit muffin and drinking a five shot.

and he’s also a dirty flirt who keeps batting his eyes his way and trying to get him to go on a date after his shift or after closing time.

of course, bakugou disagrees. he has standards, and a delinquent in cheap leather and cigarette smoke doesn’t quite meet the requirements.

but maybe he’s just a little funny when he hands by the counter and talks shit about people passing by the window.

and maybe he’s a little interesting when he talks about having a major in astronomy. it’s not something bakugou knows a lot about, so he likes his little fun facts.

but then shinsou comes in with a black eye and busted lip, and bakugou’s holding a refrigerated pie dough to his cheek while demanding to know what happened.

“you talk hot, but you got your shit rocked.” he insisted.

“shit, pretty boy, you should have seen the other guy...”

his story is that he was protecting his friends, but bakugou’s not sure if he buys it when he has seem him throw hands at someone outside on the street just for touching his bike.

temperamental, he is.

but a liar? bakugou’s not so sure, so he drops the subject.

and after a month of him coming every day for a coffee or a muffin, he finally agrees to go out with him after a his shift, and shinsou has never smiled wider.

they go to a carnival, he gets to wear his leather jacket, and they ride his bike along the free way in the moonlight.

it’s fun, free, and bakugou feels alive for the first time in a long time.

it’s a change in his routine, an outlier in his day by day activites, and he loves every second of not having his nose covered in flower or his hands aching from kneading dough all day and night long.

shinsou wins him a pink stuffed ice cream cone from a water balloon game, and winks as he hands it to him.

“how about a little sugar for my sugar?” he teases.

“you’re fucking stupid. go drown in the ocean.” bakugou mumbled, looking down at the three meter tall ice cream cone.

bakugou does manage to win him something too, a small kitten keychain he got from a claw machine.

on the spot, he attached it to his key ring, and bakugou scoffed as his face heated.

“you’re supposed to say a little kitten for my kitten, blondie.”

“you’re more of a mutt.”

when the night is over, they kiss, but not after accidentally bumping their heads with the helmets still on.

“i’ll see you around, sugar.” shinsou grinned, and bakugou clutched on to the ice cream cone before sighing.

“drive safe out there, idiot.” he gave a slight smile.

they next day, shinsou sits in his shop again, pulls his laptop out and orders four muffins and a coffee.

“fatass.” he taunted, and shinsou stuck his tongue out.

“ass is fat just like my wallet. so if you want my money, be a little nicer.” he teased him.

bakugou laughed, setting his order down before hissing his head.

“you’re gonna keep giving me your money regardless, pixar troll.” he told him. “i’m gonna go. i have a carrot cake in the oven.”

“mm. you do you, baby.” shinsou told him. “after, i wanna take you out again.”

he’s excited, so, so excited that he’s almost rushing the day and half assing his orders.

what can he say, though?

he just really likes shinsou, and he’s glad to have given him a chance.

he wouldn’t have a boyfriend and a three foot tall ice cream cone to cuddle if he didn’t.