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Bitter like coffee (pt.1)

Katsuki sighed as the door to his apartment slammed behind him. Everything was silent and dark, almost cold despite the fast approaching summer. Not even his cat came to greet him, the bastard.

It had been a month since he had started on this case, and he was nowhere near closing it.

He opened the visor of his helmet and walked further into the house, pressing a button on the side of it to shut off the system built inside, before taking it off. He put it down on the kitchen table, where he knew it would stay until the next day, and exchanged it for the case file. It was a flimsy thing, no more than a couple of pages, but it was pretty much everything they had about the vigilantes.

Against his better interest, Katsuki turned on the living room light and let himself fall back on his couch. Even on the lowest setting the warm artificial hue of the lightbulb burned his tired eyes. It was 4 am. He was exhausted. He just wanted to go to his room, throw himself in the bedsheets and sleep away that awful, absolutely inconclusive patrol he had just got home from.

But he couldn’t.

The adrenaline of the few fights he had that night was still pumping in his veins, and frustration was still making his skin crawl from his chest up to his throat, tightening it up.

He was a slippery one, Blood Riot. Which was ironic, considering the motherfucker was big. Like, ‘what-the-fuck-did-they-feed-you’ kinda big. Like 7 foot tall kind of big. So it was pretty impressive how he still managed to fly under the radar long enough to get through at least three hits before they even got a lead on him. That is without considering that his accomplice, Arakno, was even worse if possible. And despite being just a head shorter than Blood Riot, he lived up to his name right ‘till the very end: was he there one second? Well, bitch, don’t look away or he too will vanish into thin air.

He threw the folder on the coffee table in front of him, not caring if a few papers flew out. It’s not like they had any useful information on them anyway. Katsuki leaned back against the couch and run his hands over his face as if to rub away the exhaustion. He pressed his palms over his eyes, hard enough he started seeing weird shapes under his eyelids and let out yet another sigh.

He didn’t even really want to catch them, for fucks sake. He was an underground hero who trained under Shota Aizawa, and as such followed the Eraserhead’s methods.

“The underground lives in the gray.”

That was the first thing Aizawa said after he had gathered those in the class who said they wanted to go underground. The underground lives in the gray.

So while daylight and twilight heroes, being under society’s microscope, were forced to abide to the rules that the HPCS enforces on to them, the underground heroes had a bit more wiggle room to say “fuck it,” and act however they saw fit.

Which led to Aizawa’s second rule: vigilantes were informants, not villains, and should be treated as such, until proven otherwise.

The parts of the city where undergrounds tended to patrol weren’t exactly full of hero loving people, reason why if they were to talk, they were always way more likely to talk with vigilantes than they were with him or any other pros wondering around the area.

So no, Katsuki did not want to arrest them. What he did want, was to form some kind of work relationship and make sure they don’t go robbing heroes again, no matter how nice it was to see Shoto laugh for the first time since he had to go back to live with his father six months ago. Or how funny the picture of Endeavor in a bathrobe and face mask that somehow started appearing everywhere around town was. And it was really fucking funny.

Despite his best efforts it didn’t take long for Katsuki to fall asleep, only waking up hours later, mouth still pasty with sleep, eyelids heavy and his phone’s alarm blaring in his ears.

He slowly sat up, glaring towards the offensive device. He knew he couldn’t chuck it at the wall. He did. But it was barely 7 am and he had only slept for like two hours and he was tired.

He groaned as his back popped from his neck right down to his tail bone. He had to stop sleeping on the couch, or he’d fuck up his joints even more than he already did with his quirk.

God, he really was turning into Aizawa.

With one last lamenting groan he forced himself to his feet, ignoring the way he felt as if the ground wobbled underneath him for a second. He just had to reach the kitchen and get his coffee. Then everything would have been better.

He stumbled into the kitchen, knocking into the counter but not even caring enough to actually curse at the pain, before finally getting to the pantry where he kept his coffee.

And shit, does the universe have a sense of humor.

Cause as soon as Katsuki’s eyes landed on the prize his cat, the orange fucker who had not shown face until that very moment, decided that the pantry was the perfect place for him to jump on to and knocked every ounce of coffee Katsuki owned right on the ground.

Katsuki looked at it for a bit, feeling a bit of his soul die with each second that passed, until Jeremiah jumped down onto the counter and started rubbing himself against him, his tail tickling his nose in greeting and his paws leaving prints into the powder.

Katsuki took a really deep breath and picked the cat up. He kept him at arms length; narrowing his eyes in the best glare he could manage.

“I fucking hate you,” He scoffed when the fucker had the audacity to start happily purring in his arms.

He let the cat fall to the ground with a sigh as he leaned against the dirty counter.

He took a second to bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose and try to decided if he had the energy to actually clean up. After a second quick peak at the mess the decision was made, and Katsuki hurried towards his bathroom to take the world’s quickest shower.

He grimaced at the feeling of the filthy costume peeling off of his skin and jumped under the still cold water, hoping it would wake him up at least a bit.

In a metter of minutes he was walking out of the bathroom, hair still damp, and into his room to change into some normal clothes and run to that one coffee shop at the end of his street that he had been meaning to try.

The walk didn’t take too long, with most people not yet being out at seven thirty in the morning, and Katsuki got there faster than he usually would have.

As soon as the cute little coffee shop came into view Katsuki stopped for a moment. He scrunched his nose up at sight of the bright pink sign over the door, proudly reading “The Daily Drip”, and assessed a critical look at the too many flowers perched on the windowsills outside.

Well, he thought in the end, it’s not like he had much of a choice. He exhaled from his nose, already taking out his wallet and fishing out the money as he moved towards the entrance.

The place was small and cozy on the inside. Any other day Katsuki would have even dared calling it cute, but at the moment he was a little too busy trying not to fall asleep to notice the details.

No one seemed to be behind the counter yet, so Katsuki busied himself with looking up at the menù behind it.

He was just looking for the option that would offer the most caffein, when someone finally came out form the door he assumed lead to the back of the shop, bending to fit through it.

“Good morning! What can I get you?” The barista smiled brightly as soon as he noticed him.

Katsuki’s eyes widened as he took in the man’s hulking figure and bright red hair, the smile that was all sharp teeth and the muscles his shirt could barely contain.

And for the second time that day he cursed the universe’s fucked up sense of humor.

Cause whether the man was wearing a mask or not, Katsuki had spent way too many hours looking at the singular picture they managed to snug for the folder to not recognize that the man standing right in front of him, asking for his order was none other than Blood Riot himself.

#bnha #bloodriot #coffee shop AU #eijirou is a vigilante #vigilante #dynamight #underground #my hero academia #bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #kiribaku #interactive story

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