For some reason? Iâm seeing them as like, staff at like a restaurant. Like Kiriâs a waiter, Bakugouâs a chef (ofc).
(No NSFW, they scare off a S/O, gender neutral reader)
So you go this nice restaurant with your family one night, yâknow, family dinners and all. The waiterâs cheery, smile brighter than a field of sunflowers. The ambiance of the place is nice, the food is delicious, but really, itâs the service that makes you want to come back.Â
The redheaded waiter is so quick, so attentive, refilling your glass of water as soon as you take a sip. He cracks jokes while your family decides what to eat (even when your dad goes through the e n t i r e menu and asks what each item tastes like) and somehow, his upbeat mood puts you in a happy mood yourself.
Your mom asks for the chef - apparently sheâs so impressed with the food that she wants to thank him personally (she owns the bakery you work at, so it makes sense that she can recognize hard work and dedication to the art of making food).
A grumpy blond comes out, escorted by the redheaded waiter, and your entire family showers the two men in compliments about the food, the service, their looks. You gave your own two cents, telling the brusque chef that his food is exquisite, that heâs incredible; telling the bright waiter that he was amazing at his job, he made the dining experience ten times better.
The redhead blushes, cheeks going bright as his hair as he stammers his thanks, and the blond fixes you with the most intense stare youâve ever felt in your life. Itâs intimidating, but you just offer a friendly smile, and his eyes slide away.
The pair retreat back to their work stations, and your family finishes their food. Before you go, the redheaded waiter saunters up to the table with a smile, says the meal is free of charge.Â
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You go back to the restaurant a few times - often solo, occasionally with a member or two of your family. You always get the same waiter no matter where you sit, Kirishima, and youâre grateful - heâs such a fun, happy man.
After the first couple of times, the mean-looking chef, Bakugou, comes out to your table whenever you arrive. Apparently Kirishima tells him when you show up, and then the two men hover and ask what fancies your palate tonight, how your day was, anything fun happen since the last time you came? Bakugou always prods, asking gruffly what you thought of the dish he made for you last time, asks what youâre in the mood for, maybe something sweet? Heâs intimidating, but whenever you compliment or praise him, the tips of his ears turn red.
It becomes a common occurrence for the two men to get yelled at by their coworkers, admonished for giving a customer such blatant special treatment. Bakugou yells back, disturbing the rest of the restaurant. Honestly, itâs embarrassing having the other customers give you nasty looks, as if you were the one forcing the two men to spend thirty-plus minutes catering to you. Kirishima is hardly ever less than an armâs length away, and if you so much as cough, the big man is rubbing your back, making sure you arenât choking. His eyes are always on you, even if he has to go serve someone across the room.
Soon, it becomes uncomfortable enough that your visits become less and less common. Each time, you get bombarded with prying questions - Whatâs keeping you so busy? You donât like the dishes Bakugouâs making for you? Is one of the other customers bothering you?Â
You try to keep your answers short - workâs been crazy, you love the food Bakugou makes, no Kiri, none of the customers are bothering you (unlike two very persistent employees).
They arenât satisfied. Bakugou pushes for your number, and when you dodge the insistent man. Kirishima writes both his and Bakugouâs cell down on his order pad, tucks it into your purse with a smile.
Somehow they get your number.
Both of their numbers get blocked.Â
You stop going to the restaurant.
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When you get into a relationship, youâre so excited, and itâs been a while since youâve gone to the restaurant, that you donât even consider Bakugou and Kirishima when you take you S/O to the restaurant.Â
You shouldâve.
The lively, spirited Kirishima is sour, curt, short with you as he takes your order, glares at your date when they order, scoffs when they take a second to decide.
Bakugou comes out after your meal, doesnât notice your date when he storms over to badger you about where youâve been, why you blocked their numbers. Then he catches sight of the person sitting opposite you. He goes quiet. Kirishima comes up besides him, whispers something in his ear, and then both men are glaring daggers at your poor S/O, whoâs noticeably uncomfortable.
You file a complaint with the restaurant manager.Â
Your S/O quickly breaks it off with you the next day. Something about how they donât think you mesh well together. You know that itâs probably because of the threatening way they were treated at the restaurant.
You storm over to the restaurant right before it closes, barely restrain slapping Kirishima in the face when he brightens at the sight of you, completely alone. You hiss that youâd like to talk to him and Bakugou, and Kirishima quickly agrees that the three of you need to talk, but theyâre both working right now, so wait ten minutes until they close,âkay? Then theyâre all yours.
Twelve minutes later sees you sitting down at a table across from Bakugou and Kirishima, both men watching you expectantly. You tell them off.
Theyâve been harassing you, they ruined your relationship by being possessive and intimidating jerks to your S/O, theyâve crossed several boundaries.
You honestly wanted to just yell at them for a bit.
After you finish your tirade, both men are irritated. Eyebrows drawn low, Bakugouâs mouth twisted into the fiercest scowl youâve ever seen; Kirishima leaning forward, tapping his fingers slowly across the tabletop, face pinched, angry.
You get up to leave, neither man stops you.Â
Somehow, as you push open the heavy restaurant door, you feel like youâve made a mistake.
When you wake up in a dark room, no memory of what you were doing, where you were, how you got here - you know youâve made a mistake.
When a door opens, flooding light into the tiny, barren room, you realize you made the worst mistake of your life.
Bakugou and Kirishima, stalking towards you like two apex predators, are going to make that clear.
Yeah, Bakugou crouches down next to you, cocks his head, smiles; Kirishima circles behind you, puts a giant hand on your shoulder - youâre going to regret brushing them off.
i just did some research on the clans i come from ( my surname doesn't have an actual clan, but we are a sept of two major clans ) and one, the lamont clan, were descended from an irish prince and the high king of ireland, and the other, the macgregor clan, were abolished through the threat of death if continued use of name after killing about 140 rival clansmen. you can start calling me queen west now... kidding, pls don't. anyway, i highly recommend the research because scottish history is fascinating.
You seem like a person very hard to approach but I think that if you really like the person you will really treasure them. Also, your art skills always amaze me, so please, don't think you're not skiled enough because you are amazing to me.
itâs not easy for me to say that you actually spoke the truth. iâm very very very hard to approach but not for the reason one might guess. itâs all about personality. Iâm a bit introvert and quiet at first approaches but iâll get warm if i feel safe around someone. in order to be more open, i need to talk frequently with someone or find good chemestry to begin with. I need to be motivated and see the same motivation staring back at me. a day-to-day process. and when i get that feeling, i will greatly treasure those moments. what i really want to know is why people get that vibe from me. is it something i said? i come off too strong in telling my opinions? what are the thought that made you think iâm hard to approach? i would be a liar if i told you i donât have any skills. no discredit taken anymore. i used to be critical about everything iâve done so far but thatâs part of an inner growth. i changed with the course of time. i broke those lines long time ago, to be more confident. I tended to be too focused on the outer effect, more than the real satisfaction i could get from those compliments. i know i have a predisposition, it can be called a gift or a talent but i donât think itâs either. for me, itâs a natural process. i do it for passion. and by the way, thank you for sharing your opinion (:Â
