barista!bakugou can’t stop thinking about the worst customer he’s ever had -
the weirdo who lets him take his time to painstakingly craft a fine work of art into her latte, only to dump it in a worn thermos in front of him and walk off.
or asks for a plain bagel and insists on spreading the cream cheese herself on the counter, keeping eye contact with him the entire time, even as she licks the excess spread off the knife.
is it a weird show of dominance? bakugou has no idea, but he holds the stare back long enough to realize that she’s the prettiest girl he’s ever met.
and then he can no longer watch her. cheeks reddened and teeth clenched shut, he returns to his work and acts as though she doesn’t irk his very soul, and yet sees the chaotic nonchalance behind her eyes as he sleeps.
barista!bakugou who hands her her latte the next time she visits and tells her point blank that she’s a menace as their hands brush together, knowing damn well he’s still put the same effort in the art as usual. in fact, what he provides is nothing more than a masterpiece and it’s obvious to everyone in the shop that he’s sweet on the weird girl with no respect for coffee.
and as he looks at her, he considers that he wants to pick her brain. and maybe paint her insides too, as elaborately as the latte art.