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Getting The Waiter
“Are you going to order katsudon again Izuku?”
A smirk had found a place on Ochako’s pretty and fair feature. She knew how her best friend’s mind was working. And she had seen the word katsudon float its way from the menu to his mind as soon as she had laid eyes on in herself.
At her comment, the greenette straightened immediately in his seat, blushing and clenching the menu slightly more than he wanted to.
“Am not! Told you that I liked more than just katsudon…”
Izuku was slightly worked up. It wasn’t too big of a deal and he had a light embarrassed smile on his face. But he did make a point to his best friend that he would not order katsudon the next time they were out. Which was now. And he was considering the katsudon here because he had not tried it in this place…
“You know it’s fine, I know it’s your favourite…”
“No, no, no… I will order something else. You did point it out to me the other day. It’s been five times in a row that I get katsudon when we’re out. Time for a change!”
He straightened himself again and eyed the menu once more. Ochako let a snorty laugh escape her at his reaction. He was a cutie and so easy to tease… but her good heart didn’t want to see him force himself to eat something he didn’t really want.
“Come on Izu, it’s fine. I can see you’re craving it. Besides, I might go for it myself.”
Now that was a dilemma… if Ochako was ordering one, he’d never be able to not ogle her food and enjoy his. Yet, it had been the fifth time in a row… And their yakisoba sounded pretty good too…
“I… no, no, I need to eat other stuff too.”
“Come on, don’t force yourself. I want you to be happy Izu”
“It’s all fine Ocha,” he said with a softer smile. “I’ll just ask what’s the chef’s special of the day. Don’t worry I love a surprise.”
A soft sigh escaped the young woman. Still, she nodded at him. Izuku put the menu down. He had made up his mind. She did as well. Whilst they waited for the waiter to come, Ochako cocked her head to the side.
“Right. By the way, have you heard about Shoto?”
“Oh yeah, he’s got that internship in the US right? That’s brilliant.”
“Yeah, but the thing is, he wasn’t thrilled to learn his Dad did call the company in the end…”
“He didn’t?!”
“He did! And…”
Ochako was about to continue when a blond guy in a black t-shirt-trousers combo stopped by their table. Although he had fair features, he also looked pretty unhappy to be there. The restaurant was not massive, but it was pretty busy. They were on a Friday evening after all and the whole town was out and about. No wonder that the guy could be pissed.
Still, his crimson eyes looked at the pad in front of him after a quick glance at the two of them.
“A’right… What will it be for you guys?”
His husky voice rolled like thunder. Sure, he might not have been the politest of all the waiters… but he wasn’t rude either. Ochako blinked a couple of times as she looked at him, and noticing her… confusion? Izuku stepped in to ask his question.
“Well, I was wondering what today’s special was.”
The blond clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes in annoyance. Well, now that was rude. Ochako was still looking at him… not, at his arms that were nicely hugged in that tight t-shirt.
“Katsudon. That’s today’s special.”
“I’ll have that!” said Ochako, snapping her eyes back to her friend. She realised she had spent way too much time silent looking at his right bicep.
“Isn’t it what you also wanted Izu?” she added with a soft smile.
“Well…” why!? Why was is that once he had chosen to be surprised it was exactly what he wanted anyway? Well, six it’ll be.
“Six what?” asked the waiter with a raised eyebrow.
“Eh? Oh, erm… no, I mean, yes, I’ll also have the katsudon, thanks.”
“Cool. Any drinks?”
“Two beers please.”
“Sure.” And eventually, the waiter left and Izuku started to breathe again.
“What the fuck? Why did I start muttering… again!?”
“Oh, my goodness, Izuku, have you seen how sexy he was?”
Izuku snapped his head back towards where the waiter went.
“Ssshsh he’ll hear you!”
“Oh, I don’t mind that! Izuku, he was so freaking cute!”
“I mean… yeah, I did notice that he was really fit. Probably likes to go to the gym quite a lot.” Izuku leaned towards his friend across the table and lowered his voice.
“I also noticed you’ve looked at him a lot…”
“Yeah, as I said. Cause he’s cute. And you were all flustered 'cause you muttered in front of him and he heard you.”
“Touché” Izuku pouted.
She seemed pretty smug… but Ochako was not done.
“You also would have said yes to everything he’d have said.”
“N-nooo… I have a will of my own you know.”
“Not with hotties like him.”
“You’re one to talk…” He leaned back and it was his turn to get smug… but it didn’t last.
“Oh, yeah, I’m absolutely going feral for guys like him… sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” he lets his bright laugh resonate.
“Shut up, you’re the same” she giggled.
That’s when the waiter came back with their beers. Putting them on the table without a word, he gave them another look and rolled his eyes once he was on his way to attend another table.
“I mean… he really is cute. But… he seems kinda scary.” Izuku mumbled.
“Yeah… but that’s part of his charm, I guess. And that’s probably because of his job.” Ochako reasoned.
“True… Do you want to ask him for his number?”
“I wouldn’t dare. He probably has someone already. Have you seen his arms?”
“Hmm true…”
“Besides…” Ochako marked a long pause.
“Yeah?”
“He might not be interested in me.” She seemed to pout slightly.
“Huh? I… guess. But you can’t know that.” Izuku knew his argument was really sound but he also knew it would not completely reassure Ochako. Her friend had crushes on both men and women that turned out to be not interested and it really hurt her. He could relate. He had the same experience with both genders too.
“True enough. At least we can’t assume that. But there’s always a chance…” saying so, Ochako’s eyes sided to look at her friend. The greenette raised a brow, confused at her sudden change of expression. She seemed a lot more… mischievous.
“Ocha… Ocha no…” he slowly said when her grin grew.
“Whaaat- I didn’t say a thing.” She snickered.
“I can see it in your eyes – I am not asking him his number. I… probably have near the absolute zero chance to score.”
“Aw, Izuku, don’t be like that with yourself. You’re great, charming, kind and fun. And fit. Come on. Look at you! Why wouldn’t he be interested?”
“Maybe he’d rather have you though…”
The brunette sighed softly – she was torn between the dream vision of a night with the blond waiter for herself and the disappointment it would be if he turned out not to be interested. Sure, Izuku had a point and they circled back to the same conclusion: they couldn’t – and shouldn’t – assume the man’s preferences when they didn’t even know his name. No level of horniness could allow that.
“Okay then, let’s ask his name at least.” She dropped.
“What? No! He… he might think we’re creepy or weird…”
“Izu… he heard you mutter.” She deadpanned.
“Y-yeah b-b-b-b-b-but…”
“No buts. I’m asking.”
And she didn’t have to wait long. The blond was walking back to their table with their two bowls of piping hot katsudon. The vision was like a fantasy for both of them. A hot, fit blond bringing them food. Dream.
As soon as the bowls were in front of them, the waiter was about to turn back, Ochako raised her voice.
“Um, excuse me…”
The blond stopped in his tracks, slowly looked at her, and cocked his head to the side.
“What?”
“Em… what’s… what’s…”
“What?” repeated the waiter with impatience growing.
“What’s your name?”
A couple of seconds of silence. That couldn’t be good. Izuku was getting ready to be dragged out by security and dumped in the street, forbidden to ever come back to the establishment. It was happening. Any seconds now.
“Katsuki.”
That’s all they would get as the waiter – Katsuki – left the table for the kitchen. Izuku felt his nerves shift. The waiter had replied with a flat tone, a surprised expression on his face, and had not made any other comment. And Ochako seemed well pleased with herself too.
“Oooh that was difficult.”
“Oh, my goodness, Ocha, we could have been thrown out!”
“Naaaah, it was all fine. All smooth thanks to your girl” She winked and it made Izuku relax. She really was something.
Digging in their plate, they tried to be careful to not mention the waiter by name again. But clearly, they had their conversation for the evening.
“Such a cute name, too! Can he stop being so hot?”
“Ah, Ocha, he’ll hear us!” panicked the greenette again. She was being a touch louder than usual – thanks to the beer – and he was scared Katsuki could really hear them now that the restaOchant was slightly quieter.
“Shh don’t worry Zuzu, it’s fine if he does. That might answer or million questions we have about him anyway.”
“Still…”
“Nah, I won’t shut up.” She put down her glass and sighed softly. “Be confident. Ask him for his number. And I’ll ask too.”
“Eh? Oh, no, I can’t really. I just… not like that.”
“How then? Tell me you’ll do something about it… Cause, I’m gonna be honest, I will. And it will be disappointing ‘cause I'm pretty sure the guy’s gay.”
“Ocha, we ca-“
“can’t assume, I know. And maybe he’s bi. But he looked at you when he said his name like he wanted /you/ to remember. I don’t think I stand a chance.”
“Wh-what?!”
“Anyway, ask him. I will too and it’ll be less awkward.”
Izuku was shocked. He had not been looking at Katsuki when she asked because of his nerves… and he was quite convinced that Katsuki was not interested in him. Izuku considered himself to be very plain in all aspects of his life, from his kindness to his face and body. Yet… it couldn’t hurt to ask… right?
Shaking his curls, the young man decided that asking could, in fact, hurt quite a lot. Instead, he thought of another idea.
“Ok, so. I’m not gonna ask him and neither will you. But -” he added quickly before Ochako started protesting. “We are going to give him ours.”
“ooooh. Okay, great plan. You write.”
“Eh, why me?”
“Your idea. You write. Here…” she shuffled to get a piece of paper – an old receipt – and a pen from her bag and gave them to Izuku.
“You gotta do it when he comes back to get the plates.”
“Uh?” Even if it was his plan, Izuku was slightly taken aback. Yet, he jumped and grabbed pen and paper. Quickly, he scribbled a note and their numbers that he knew by heart.
“Ok… he’s coming he’s coming!” Ochako gestured before trying to look natOchal taking a sip.
Katsuki arrived at their table and grabbed the two bowls without really looking at the two friends.
“A’right?” was all he asked.
“Y-yeah,” started the young man.
“it was really good. Thank you Katsuki-kun.” Added an overly confident Ochako despite her Izuku’s widening eyes.
They’d have expected everything but a toothy smirk from their waiter. And that was hot. Both friends felt their neck redden slightly.
“Cool…” he said. Once again, he was about to head to the kitchen when Izuku raised his voice.
“Um, excuse me…”
“Yeah?” replied Katuski, stopping in his tracks, yet again, turning to look at the green eyes staring at him.
“Erm… I… Here, take this, please. But don’t read it before we’re gone. Please.”
Katsuki took a glance at the small piece of paper and raised a brow. With his free hand, he pinched it and slid it into his jeans pocket.
“Sure.” He said before heading to the kitchen for real.
Izuku was red from head to toe and quite sure that it was the most embarrassing moment of his life. Ochako looked, again, pretty please.
“Well done, Zu… what did you write, you haven’t even shown me.”
“I said… ‘Hey, if you’re not gay, my friend thinks you’re cute. Here’s her number… and if you are gay here’s mine…’”
“Oh my God…”
“It’s awful right? I better get it back” he grew anxious and started raising to his feet when his friend roared in laughter.
“No it’s not you silly, it’s freaking smooth! Who thought you had it in you!”
“Hey!”
“Sorry, sorry. I think it’s perfect. Thanks Izu. Shall we go?”
“Yeah…” he smiled gently at her and both headed back to the front to pay their plates.
Once out, they walked to another bar and met with friends. Their night was a fun one out. Their friends enjoyed the waiter Katsuki’s story very much too. In the morning, slightly hangover, Izuku and Ochako woke up in Izuku’s room. It was pretty usual for them to have an impromptu sleepover at either of their place. They were still dressed from the night before too, a sign of a really nice time with their group. Before getting into the shower or cooking breakfast, both had the same reflex to turn their phones on.
And both phones chimed at the same time from the same unknown number. And read the same thing.
[xxx-xxxxxx]
What if I like both? Can I get a bite each? x
Fin - x