#BKDK #BKDKTHREAD #FANFICTION
My very first BKDK thread based on this print, so here I go:
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It's late at night and Izuku can't sleep at all, lying on his bedsheets, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the terrible day he had at work. (...)

A rude customer treated him badly for a little mistake in the order and Izuku being the way he was, couldn't help feeling very bad about it.

So, when his phone pinged a message, he didn't bother to pick it up and look at the screen, (...)

blinking very confused and trying to understand the text that said "Princess".

Naturally, he sent the reply. "Who is it?"

And the answer came immediately:

"Sorry wrong number" (...)

Now, Izuku has always been sentimental, but today he was feeling particularly like shit and lonely, so he thought it will be funny (and desperate) to send another response: "Come back, I will be your princess."

Zuku laughed, not thinking he would have another answer, (...)

but he was surprised at how quickly things escalated when he saw the screen light up again.

" We will meet again, in another life" (...)

And that was enough for him to feel a warm pain in his chest.

How pathetic he was to melt at a simple message from a stranger at three in the morning? (...)

Maybe his obsession with the romance books he read would have gone to his head, because before he stopped himself from being a disgrace, Izuku sent "I love you", looking impatiently at the screen. Would he have an answer? Would they find him a creep? (...)

"I love you too, princess".

And now he was Freaking out.

WTF was that? That person was so nice! And... Obviously already in a relationship. God, Izuku would love to have someone so kind and cute like that. (...)

The grenette didn't dare to answer. And before he knew it, he fell asleep thinking about how he would die old and alone with 98 cats.

The next morning Izuku went to work at the coffee shop downtown, as usual. (...)

It was a quiet and nice morning until the rude customer from yesterday returned. It looks like he would be part of the routine, unfortunately for Izuku. (...)

"Oi, I want some cinnamon and mint tea. And make sure you don't miss the fucking order again.... Deku." The blond man squinted, reading the tag on Izuku's uniform.

"It's I-zu-ku. And you don't have to be so rude." Deku tried to be polite and remain calm. (...)

"Fucking whatever." The tall, blond man with spiky hair didn't seem to care, taking his cell phone out of his pocket and answering the phone.

Izuku was preparing the hot drink on the counter. Until he froze in place when he heard the customer's deep voice answer the call. (...)

"Hey, Princess."

No. Fucking. Way. It couldn't be. Right? RIGHT?!