Chapter 1: The Story of the Two of Us
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He looked in the vanity mirror and flexed, grinning at what he saw. The ridiculously tiny black, silk vest and bow tie combination with nothing underneath showed damn near his entire torso. The matching black dress pants hugged his hips perfectly. His hair was pulled into a low ponytail, tamed and classy.
Kirishima Eijiro looked good.
He could take pride in his physique, one of the few things he cared about. Being an omega, and a male at that, meant he didn’t have the chance to go to college for a different career. The few omegas that were able to receive higher education were usually from wealthy families; they could sometimes buy their way around blatant discrimination. And forget physical labor; the second they saw the omega symbol, his resume went straight in the trash.
So, because society deemed his secondary gender needed at home more than the workforce, he went to a place that specifically hired omegas: a cocktail bar. “All Night” was run by Yagi Toshinori and while he, himself, was an alpha, he’d founded the bar to help his little brother who was an omega. Tomura didn’t work the bar anymore, and apparently it been much classier and less half-naked uniforms back when it started. But the brothers treated their staff with respect and dignity (uniforms aside). If omegas were going to be seen as some kind of sex symbol, then, the brothers reasoned, they should be allowed to use that to their advantage.
“Hey,” a deep voice called from behind him and he turned to see Shinso entering the male staff room. He sat in his chair directly behind Kirishima.
The redhead turned to face him and leaned back against his vanity, crossing his arms and grinning. “Hey yourself. Did that professor come in the other night?” Their shift had started hours ago, but they hadn’t had a chance to talk. And Kirishima was interested in hearing about his friend’s love life.
He could see Shinso’s reflection in the mirror, the light pink flush tinting pale cheeks. “Yes,” he mumbled. “Aizawa is… hard to read.” He was struggling to tame those unruly purple locks as he spoke.
Kirishima chuckled. “No, he’s not. Dude, he obviously likes you. Plus, he seems like the type to respect an omega.”
“Right, which is why he comes here,” Shinso said sarcastically.
Kirishima only shook his head, “I think you’re wrong. I think he came here one time with friends or co-workers or whatever and he found something he liked. So now, he comes here a couple times a week. This place ain’t cheap, so he’s gotta have a reason to come back so often.”
Shinso raised an eyebrow. “If you weren’t ordering half the menu for your lunch break every shift, we could probably cut down on costs. If they ever make us start paying for food, just know you’re the reason.”
Kirishima only grinned. “I’m selling my looks here, Shin. Not my fault I got more body to take care of than the average O.”
A knock preceded Mina before she opened the door. “You guys decent?”
“No,” Shinso blurted out, but Mina just laughed.
“Your professor is here,” she teased.
“My last break just started!”
Mina was grinning, “don’t worry. I sat him in your area already. I told him you’re on break and he said he can wait. And you,” she looked to Kirishima. “I just sat a couple alphas in your section. They’re pretty cute, Ei.”
He gave a weak smile. He got hit on pretty often working here, but it was never serious. He knew he didn’t look the way others expected. And more than once, he’d seen the look of disappointment on his customer’s faces when he approached. When that happened, he’d usually request someone else to take the table. People were paying a good amount of money for the atmosphere. He didn’t want to ruin it for them.
“You working the host stand all night?” He asked, pushing away from his vanity. He’d already wolfed down his late dinner and cleaned himself up.
“Yeah, Kendo called in and nobody else is trained on the host stand so it’s gonna be you two, Tsuyu and Jiro the rest of the night. I don’t think they’re calling someone in to cover me. Sorry,” she said, frowning.
“Not your fault,” Shinso said. “Besides, it’s a weeknight and we only got a couple more hours left now. It won’t be too busy.”
Yeah, the tips wouldn’t be as good either. But having a slow night was nice sometimes.
“Hey, my name’s Eijiro. I’ll be your server this evening. Can I get you something to drink?”
The blonde with the spiky hair didn’t bother looking up from his menu. The large man with the fluffy green hair did, though, and his eyes widened upon seeing Kirishima. He tried not to take it personally. Male omegas were rare and omegas in general were small. He wondered sometimes if that’s why Toshinori had hired him; they wanted to offer something for everyone. And Kirishima was definitely built for specific tastes.
But… not the guy in front of him, he guessed. Those large, green eyes were scanning him up and down and Kirishima felt as though he were being studied. Being a slow night, he really didn’t want to give up this table. He’d try to power through this unless they requested another server.
“Uh, y-yeah,” he finally spoke, looking up at Eijiro. “I’ll have a beer.”
Kirishima smiled. “Sounds good! And you, sir?” He looked to the blonde who set the menu down and glared up at him.
“Water.”
“Kacchan,” the large man whined. “You said we’d celebrate my promotion. You have to drink.”
“Ugh,” Kacchan groaned. “Fine, beer.”
“Sure, I’ll be right back with those drinks.”
He was at the bar getting their beers when Jiro came up beside him. “That alpha with the freckles is staring you down,” she mused quietly. “What did you say to him?”
“Hi, I’m Eijiro?”
Jiro snorted a laugh. “Well, you’re obviously a charmer because the guy looks like he’s obsessed with you.”
Kirishima did not want to get his hopes up. The most likely reason he was getting stared down wasn’t a positive one. Besides, he was working. He had to remain professional; flirting was fine, but falling for guests was not. Not to mention, the second an omega was mated, they couldn’t work here anymore. Their scent, their secondary gender and their lack of mating marks made them ideal for this job. So no, he would not be entertaining those thoughts tonight.
Even if the green haired alpha did kind of smell nice. Comforting and calm, an earthy forest scent with a hint of pine. Not to mention those kind eyes. And he was insanely muscular…
He carried the drinks to the table and placed them in front of the men. “Do you need more time to look over the menu?”
“Two cheeseburgers,” the blonde said.
“A-and… um,” the green haired man looked to Kacchan who nodded, encouraging him. “H-how, uh, how much for a dance?”
“A dance?” Kirishima smirked.
“Y-yeah. With you. From you, I mean.”
Kirishima did his best to keep a straight face. “Not that kinda bar, my guy.”
His face immediately flushed and he looked over to the blonde who was cackling now. “Kacchan! But you- you told me, Kacchan! Why would you tell me that?” He groaned and buried his face in his hands.
Kacchan was still laughing. “Obviously to see you make an ass of yourself. Fuckin’ Deku,” he was smiling as he looked up at Kirishima. “Go ahead and bring another round of beers. Sorry about that, it’s too easy sometimes.”
“He does seem like an easy target,” Kirishima agreed, looking at Deku, who refused to move his face from his hands. The guy was admittedly cute, if not a little awkward.
So Deku wanted a lap dance from Kirishima? He tried to ignore the way his stomach twisted excitedly at the thought.
It had been a couple hours and the blonde and green haired man were pleasantly buzzed. The blonde had ordered one last round and their bill. He had to admit, he was a little sad to see them go. His other tables that evening had been friendly, but definitely not so entertaining.
Well, except Mineta’s table. Mina had intentionally sat him in Kirishima’s section. Every time the little shit came in, he harassed the female servers. It was agreed after Tsuyu nearly assaulted him that Kirishima or Shinso (whoever was working) would take him the next time. No switching allowed.
They’d hopefully irritate him enough to stop coming back. That was the plan, at least. When he’d requested another server earlier, specifically female, Kirishima had denied the request, explaining they were short staffed. Mineta had been pissy the rest of Kirishima’s shift. That was one table he’d be glad to be rid of.
“And here’s your bill, sir,” Kirishima said to the shorter man, ignoring the way he sneered at Kirishima.
“You should have more respect for alphas,” he muttered. His three friends laughed and Kirishima blocked them out. He had to stay professional.
“I respect any alphas that deserve it.”
The laughing stopped. “We don’t need to earn respect from omegas. Your place is on your knees in front of your alpha. But I get why you work in a place like this. Looking the way you do, it’s no wonder you can’t find a mate.” Mineta slid the tray with his card back towards Kirishima.
His jaw clenched. Holy hell he couldn’t remember the last time he wanted to punch someone’s face in. “I’ll be back with your receipt in a few minutes,” he said, turning to leave before he said something stupid.
He went straight to register to ring Mineta up and printed Deku and Kacchan’s bill while he was at it. Then off to pour the final two beers for his favorite table.
“Here ya go,” he said upon returning to his serotonin boost table. He set the drinks down and then the receipt tray in the center. The blonde snatched it before Deku could get it, the large hand clumsily reaching out towards the tray in a delayed reaction.
“Deku, ya fuckin’ lightweight,” Kacchan said, but he was slurring his words and obviously wasn’t in much better shape.
Deku looked up at Kirishima, eyes glassy and strangely adoring. “Don’t listen to that other guy. You’re really cute,” he mumbled. So they’d heard that, huh?
“Cute?” Kirishima asked, teasing. The guy was clearly drunk. “Never really considered myself cute.” He crossed his arms over his chest, muscles flexing as if to prove a point.
“O-oh,” the blush was back. “T-then… Not. Not cute.”
“I’m not cute?” Kirishima said, sounding disappointed, which only made Kacchan start laughing again.
Deku was frantically waving his hands in front of him, “no no, you are. Or handsome. You’re whatever you want to be.” Kirishima nodded, playing along and Deku seemed to calm down again. “I’ve never seen a sexier omega in my entire life,” he said, dreamily. “I think it’s making me stupid.”
Kacchan chuckled. “You were already stupid, idiot.” He slid the tray towards Kirishima and the redhead glanced at his card.
“Katsuki?” he mused, then wondered why a grown man would be calling another “chan.”
“Say my name next,” Deku said and he looked up to see the large man staring at him, his elbows propped up on the table and his chin in his hands while he stared wide-eyed at the redhead.
“What should I call you, sir?” He said, enjoying the way the green haired man’s eyes lit up.
“Izuku. Call me Izuku.”
“Well, Izuku,” he said, reaching out to ruffle those soft green locks. “It was a pleasure serving you tonight.” The alpha closed his eyes and started purring.
Kirishima didn’t want to pull his hand away, but he also knew he wasn’t supposed to touch the customers. He couldn’t seem to help himself for some reason, though. He indulged his own desires for a few more seconds before pulling away.
Izuku’s eyes opened and he smiled. “Marry me, Eijiro.”
Katsuki smacked the back of his head. “Don’t harass the waiter, dumbass.”
“Ow, Kacchan,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.
“Sorry,” Eijiro said, “can’t marry or I’ll lose my job.”
He’d been teasing, but apparently Izuku was too drunk to understand. “I make really good money, Eijiro. I’ll take care of you.” Now it was Eijiro’s turn to blush.
“I-I’ll be right back with your card,” he mumbled stupidly and grabbed the tray before retreating, heading for Mineta’s table a few feet away. He dropped the tray with the card inside and walked off. He knew he wasn’t getting a tip from them anyway. Mineta started to complain, but Kirishima kept walking.
He walked through the mostly empty bar. They would be closing in about 20 minutes. Few tables remained and Kirishima saw that Aizawa was one of them. He’d conned Shinso into joining him in the booth and the two were watching something on Aizawa’s phone.
Weeknights, the bar didn’t stay open as late, which meant he’d be getting home before midnight. Which he couldn’t really complain about. But there was a nagging feeling that he shouldn’t let the green haired alpha leave. As if the thought of never seeing him again was devastating.
That was stupid, though. Why was he so attached to a guy he just met?
He was returning Katsuki’s card when he noticed Izuku’s absence. Katsuki seemed to read him, though, and said “had to piss. That many beers gotta come back out eventually.”
Kirishima agreed, thanked him for coming in, and tried to stifle his disappointment. So much for ending the night on a high note.
Still, it had been interesting and an ego boost. He could at least admit that.
He decided to start cleaning up, hoping to get home quickly after his shift. Plus, he didn’t want to head back to the male staff room just yet. He kind of wanted to stay out on the floor, maybe see someone come back from the bathroom.
“Get outta here,” Jiro said and he turned to find her grinning, standing next to Tsuyu. “We’ll take care of the cleaning.”
“No way, it’s just as much my responsibility-”
Tsuyu interrupted him, “you took care of Mineta tonight.”
He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to see Deku.
“Go on, get home and get some sleep. We’ll be on our way out right after you.” Jiro insisted, and he knew she wasn’t one to be challenged.
He smiled, not wanting them to know how disappointed he was. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.”
Maybe not seeing Deku again was for the best.
Chapter 2: Kissing in the Pouring Rain
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Rainy season wasn’t his preference, and he thought about this as he walked to the bar, giant red umbrella overhead. He was also feeling a little down because he couldn’t stop thinking about a certain alpha. It had only been a couple days since they’d met, but the giant alpha with fluffy green hair had been dominating his brain space.
He shook his head, trying to physically clear those thoughts.
The moment an omega became mated, they were practically useless. He wasn’t ready to give up his freedom yet. He didn’t look forward to a life of sitting at home, raising pups. Maybe someday, but definitely not right now. And even then, he was pretty sure he’d still want to work. But… that wouldn’t really be an option. It was hard enough to find work. Being mated with pups added a whole other level of bias.
Kirishima groaned.
He didn’t hate himself or anything like that. Definitely not. Self love was important and super manly.
No, he hated the limitations placed on omegas. He’d met some highly incompetent alphas and betas in his life. Gender had nothing to do with work ethic or natural talents.
He also hated that settling down came as such a dead end for omegas. “Congrats on your life or whatever, but it’s over now.”
He sighed and tried again to pull himself from his thoughts. As he walked in through the back entrance, shaking his umbrella in the doorway, he wondered if settling was even an option for an omega like him.
A knock on the door had him looking up from his phone, a half eaten protein bar forgotten in his other hand. “Yeah?”
Tsuyu was standing in the doorway, smiling almost too innocently. “Can you take one of my tables?”
Great. Mineta was back.
“Definitely. I’ll grab that runt’s table as soon as my break ends.”
Tsuyu giggled. “He’s definitely not a runt.” Who else could she be trying to hand off to him? It was Saturday night and they all had full sections; Tsuyu wouldn’t have asked for help unless she really needed it. “He’s at the bar. Alone. And he asked for you by name.”
In the years he’d been working here, not once had someone requested Kirishima. Who would have requested him?
“Be honest with me Kirishima,” she said, her voice deadpan as ever. “Do you prefer his shade of green hair to mine? Mine’s better, right?” He stood up so fast he knocked his chair over, causing Tsuyu to laugh. “Finish your break. He said he’d wait for you.”
He shoved the rest of the protein bar in his mouth and muffled a thanks. Tsuyu was smiling as she turned to leave, shutting the door behind her.
It had to be Deku.
He fixed his chair and then sat back down, facing his vanity. He pulled out his hair tie and went about fixing his hair again, smoothing the silky, red locks back into a low ponytail. He checked his vest, his tie, his exposed skin. Did he look put together?
He smiled, an attempt to be charming, then immediately closed his mouth.
Shark teeth.
Genetics had not been kind to him.
But Deku had seen how muscular he was; not that he could hide it in this uniform anyway. And he’d seen the dangerously sharp teeth. If he came back, that meant he wasn’t bothered by it, right? Unless…
Oh no…
Unless he was coming back to apologize for how he’d behaved the other night. What if that was why? He wanted to say something like “Sorry for flirting with you and getting your hopes up. I was really drunk and you’re not my type.”
His stomach churned at the thought of being rejected. Rejection wasn’t new, but…
Ugh, he’d been so stupid! Of course Deku didn’t like him.
Yeah, Deku and Kacchan had tipped 200% on their bill. Which was insane in its own right. But that was probably just to apologize for proposing. Or it was part of their celebration.
He didn’t know. What he did know was that he’d spent the last few minutes of his break worrying himself to the point that his omega was whining, the desperate sound attempting to escape his own throat as he fought it back. He took a few deep breaths, needing to calm himself and his scent before going back out.
Kirishima couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this stressed.
The fluffy green hair caught his eye first, but it was the broad back of the man that made him stop mid-stride. Deku had been seated before, but this angle showed a different side of him. Apparently the muscular alpha was even larger than he’d seemed.
Tsuyu was working the bar tonight, which meant bar patrons were hers. Still, as he approached the bar from behind Izuku, she looked over at him and smiled.
Ugh, she was too good to him. She deserved an amazing mate.
Kirishima walked towards the end of the bar and entered the semi-circle where Tsuyu was currently prepping some drinks.
He looked up at Deku and realized the guy was mumbling to himself, face buried in the menu. The green haired man hadn’t even noticed Kirishima standing in front of him.
“Hi, I’m Eijiro. I’ll be your server tonight,” Kirishima said, doing his best to project that cheerful, bright persona he was so known for. But honestly, when those bright green eyes peeked over the top of the menu and met his, he felt butterflies in his stomach. “Can I get you something to drink?”
Stay calm stay calm stay calm
“H-hi,” he stammered and awkwardly attempted to fold the overly large menu. “You probably don’t remember me, not that I blame you-”
Kirishima smirked, “how could I forget my favorite alpha?” Flirting was part of the job, but this felt different. He couldn’t explain why, but he wanted to ease the other man’s nerves. “Welcome back, Izuku.”
Flushed cheeks accented those adorable freckles and Kirishima was fucking swooning.
What was wrong with him?
“I came to apologize,” he blurted out and Kirishima wasn’t ready for how quickly his heart sank. He must’ve shown it on his face because Deku immediately added, “but I’ll still order something! Don’t worry, I don’t want you to lose business.” His scent must’ve soured because Deku’s nose wrinkled. “O-or I can just leave.”
Keeping his composure at a time like this was essential. Mostly because this was his livelihood.
So, being the manly adult that Kirishima Eijiro was, he swallowed down his disappointment and smiled. “No worries, man. I’m happy either way, as long as you’re comfortable.”
Deku tilted his head, looking very much like a confused puppy. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
Deku seemed to relax, a natural smile breaking through. How was he so cute? Alphas aren’t supposed to be cute. Right? But Deku was a-goddamn-dorable and Kirishima would do whatever was needed to keep the alpha smiling like that.
This alpha. This Deku Izuku alpha dude. Kirishima wanted to keep him happy, to see that relaxed anytime he was near. That was normal, right?
Kirishima was totally a professional.
“I’d like to stay then. Can I get a beer? My nerves are shot.”
Kirishima chuckled, “yeah, I got ya.” He grabbed a clean glass and Deku pointed to the tap he wanted. Kirishima began filling it as he started speaking again. “Why would your nerves be shot? I know I’m a big guy, but I’m harmless,” he teased.
“Mostly,” Tsuyu said, peeking out from behind him. “Kiri, can you get the salt from the cupboard up there?” She pointed to the cabinet just above his head.
He smiled, setting the beer in front of Deku just before he reached up to grab the giant salt container. He made sure to tighten his abs as he did so, feeling the small vest lift and tighten around his ribs, revealing more of the chiseled form below.
Yeah, Kirishima was a nice guy. But he was also human. And he was admittedly attracted to the alpha before him. He had no shame in this blatant attempt to entice the guy.
“Here ya go,” he said, handing the giant container to the smaller omega who grabbed it with both hands.
“Thanks, Kiri,” she said happily, then returned to her work on the opposite side of the bar.
He looked up to see those wide, green eyes fixed on him. But then they were immediately looking away as the green haired man fumbled with pulling the wallet from his pocket. He slammed a ¥10,000 bill on the table and stood up. “S-sorry, that should cover the beer.”
His heart sank. Again. Of course the guy would take off. Kirishima had been reading this so wrong. Now he’d made the alpha uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry,” he started, but the alpha was already backing away from the beer he hadn’t even touched. Kirishima tried not to let the sight ruin his entire mood, that sight being the retreating form of that broad back through the lively bar.
He snatched the cash from the counter, dumped the beer and left the bar, heading back to his section.
He should’ve expected that reaction. What he hadn’t expected was to spot a phone on the ground near Deku’s seat. A yellow case with blue and red stars. He reached down to check the lock screen and there, looking like polar opposites, was a selfie of Deku and Kacchan. Kacchan looked rightfully pissed and Deku looked elated.
Kirishima didn’t bother to study it, wanting to get any thought of Midoriya as far from himself as possible.
”Lost phone,” he called to Tsuyu before setting it on the inside of the bar and walking away.
It was a short while later while he was cashing out another table that his peaceful night was interrupted again.
“You seen Deku?” He recognized that rough, angry voice.
Kirishima turned to see the smaller alpha looking up at him with bright, red eyes. He looked irritated, but Kirishima somehow felt the guy wasn’t actually mad. “Maybe an hour ago? Why?”
Bakugo huffed. “Fuckin’ dumbass. Told me he was gonna come by here and then he doesn’t even stay. His mom called my mom so of fuckin’ course now she won’t stop calling me until I find his stupid ass.”
Kirishima took pity on the blonde. “He left his phone at the bar when he ran off earlier.”
“Ran off?” Bakugo repeated, following as Kirishima led him back towards Tsuyu’s current domain.
“Yeah,” Kirishima was flushing as he spoke now, but he felt the need to get it off his chest. To poke at Bakugo about how shitty the guy’s friend had made him feel. “I didn’t realize he was so disgusted by me. Second I started trying to flirt with him, he bolted.”
Bakugo laughed which made Kirishima immediately regret opening up to him. Being a male omega wasn’t funny. And Deku not being attracted to him wasn’t funny either.
“You tryna break that idiots brain or some shit?” Kirishima walked behind the bar and began searching for the phone while Bakugo took a seat, clearly not in a hurry.
Kirishima tried to keep calm as he responded, “what’s that supposed to mean?”
The blonde scoffed. “Well Deku’s a fuckin’ deku. He’s useless. So he gets a crush on an omega and can’t even talk to him.” Bakugo was cackling again. “You tried flirting with him, right?” Kirishima looked up over the ledge of the bar. Bakugo was grinning, leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed. “He likes you, idiot.”
Kirishima looked back under the bar, hoping it hid his reddening face. He spotted the phone and grabbed it, then stood up to his full height before placing it in front of Bakugo. “No offense, but that’s not how he comes across.”
Bakugo snickered. “And like I said, the fucker is useless. Course he’s not gonna get his intentions across.” He pocketed the phone. “He’s always been obsessed with the strong types, muscular men, the kinda guys that look like Superman. The kinda guys that don’t exist.”
Kirishima was already pouring Bakugo a beer. Deku had technically paid for several earlier and, considering his current company, Kirishima had plans for the blonde. “So the reason he’s so weird around me…” he set the beer in front of Bakugo who was grinning up at him.
“Is because you’re exactly his type.”
Kirishima snorted a laugh. He wasn’t anybody’s type. “Why would a guy like that want a guy like me?”
“Fuck if I know. He used to be a pathetic little snot nosed brat. Maybe he wanted what he thought he couldn’t have.” He took a sip of the beer and seemed to relax.
“Tell me about him.”
“Fuck no.”
“Free beer,” he said, crossing his arms as if to imply the argument was over.
Bakugo narrowed his eyes for a moment before taking a deliberately long sip. He set the mug down with a heavy thud. “Look, no one was more surprised than me when that fucker presented. And nobody was more pissed than me when he outgrew me that same summer. He’s always been a pain in my ass. But because he’s such a fuckin’ crybaby, I’ve always had to protect him. Even when he outpaced me in height and muscle mass.”
Ok, that was kinda cute. Izuku definitely seemed like a big softie.
“Hey, don’t go fuckin’ smilin’ like that. That shit ain’t cute. You’ve never been crushed into a bear hug because some kid thought Deku was scary. The kid ran away crying about a monster and Deku immediately starts fuckin’ sobbin’. Like an idiot, I tried to give him a pat on the back, and he pulls me into this crushing hug. Stop fuckin’ laughing!”
Kirishima couldn’t help it. These two made an odd pair of friends, but it was refreshing to see a pair of alphas that didn’t give in to the stereotypes. Bakugo was just as softhearted as Deku; putting up with his friend revealed as much.
“You’re encroaching on my territory,” Tsuyu said as she came up beside him. She looked up at Bakugo who stared right back at her, neither of them flinching under the other’s gaze. “You’re Deku’s friend.”
Bakugo sneered. “Friend is a strong word.”
Tsuyu blinked, unaffected, before blurting out, “Deku is nicer.” And with that, she turned and left.
Bakugo’s jaw dropped as he stared after her. “Wha- did she- is she fuckin’ serious?”
Kirishima was grinning, “Yeah, Tsuyu doesn’t really have a filter. She tried to fistfight an alpha last month when he touched one of the other waitresses. She’s tiny, but,” Kirishima looked over his shoulder to see Tsuyu at the other end of the bar, taking drink orders from a group of business women, “she is not to be fucked with.” When he looked back at Bakugo, he saw that the alpha’s line of sight was focused on the small omega.
The trio of females, two betas and an alpha, were clearly hitting on Tsuyu, something that often went over her head. That, or she simply didn’t care. Either way, Kirishima was always impressed. Tsuyu was one of the female omegas he met that absolutely shredded the stereotype. Maybe that’s why he felt a kinship with her? They weren’t what others expected. And they weren’t going to change for anyone.
“How is an O like that still single?”
Kirishima raised an eyebrow. “Most alphas don’t appreciate being challenged. You a masochist, Bakugo?”
The blonde smirked. “I like my partners strong. Nothing else matters. They gotta be able to handle me and I ain’t for the weak.” Kirishima snickered at that.
“Tsuyu ain’t for the weak, either,” he added, but he felt a warmth in his chest when he noticed that Bakugo hadn’t stopped stealing glances at the smaller omega.
This place served many needs, but two needs were especially for the servers. To either find financial independence as an omega, or potentially find a mate. Kirishima was sure he and Tsuyu would fall into the first category, always.
But lately, things weren’t going the way he’d anticipated.
“Izuku Midoriya,” Bakugo offered. “In case you feel like researching him,” he explained. The blonde finished his beer then stood up. “Thanks for the beer,” he said, reaching for his wallet.
“I meant it when I said ‘free.’ Besides, Deku already paid for it.”
Bakugo grinned. “Yeah? Heh, I think you and I are gonna be good friends, Red.” He noted the way Bakugo’s vision fell back to Tsuyu briefly, but didn’t stay long. “I’ll bring Deku with me next time.”
“Next time?” He tried to hide his excitement at this, feigning casual interest in the promise.
“Can’t guarantee he won’t be a stupid piece of shit and be scared of his on shadow, but yeah, we’ll be here. You work next Wednesday?”
“Yeah, I’ll be here. Tsuyu, too,” he said, smirking.
Bakugo’s jaw clenched and Kirishima would’ve sworn he saw a faint blush on those pale cheeks. “Like I give a shit. I just need Deku to get mated so he’ll have someone else to bother.”
“Hey, nobody said anything about getting mat-”
“See ya, Red,” Bakugo said, effectively ignoring him as he turned to leave.
Kirishima couldn’t help but smile. Bakugo was a strange dude, but it had been nice having a window into Deku’s world for moment.
“Hey, Tsu!” She turned towards the redhead and then abandoned her adoring trio, ignoring their whines as she walked away. “You working next Wednesday?”
“I am.” She paused, raising a finger to her chin as if in thought and then added, “I’m sorry for earlier. I wanted to show that Deku person that you were kind and helpful. I didn’t realize he was so obsessed with your body.” Kirishima’s eyes widened, but Tsuyu simply turned and walked back to her groupies.
Oblivious or apathetic, he wasn’t sure, but he sure as hell envied her attitude.
The rain was coming down hard and he regretted not bringing his rain boots. At least he had his umbrella.
It was a dark, wet and warm night. Perfect for those murder mystery podcasts Jiro was always listening to.
But Kirishima returned to being lost in thought. Midoriya had come back to see him. He’d actually requested a server switch for Kirishima! That never happened.
He hadn’t stayed long, but just seeing him and then hearing Katsuki’s confirmation after had made his entire night. Yet, his absence had the exact opposite effect. A drastic high to low imbalance that he couldn’t shake. Those few minutes with the alpha hadn’t been enough.
He wasn’t even looking up, the streets being empty and the streetlights being the only light source he needed.
“Whoa,” he heard, and a hand reached up to grab the edge of his umbrella before he took Midoriya’s eye out.
Midoriya?!
“Oh my God! Are you ok? I’m sorry, man. I totally didn’t see you,” he said, lowering his umbrella and allowing himself to be drenched as he looked up at the larger man.
But Izuku didn’t seem to want Kirishima fussing over him and instead reached out to pull the redhead close, shielding him under a gaudy blue, red, yellow and white umbrella. He tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, the way Midoriya held Kirishima’s body against his own. The red umbrella was half closed and he held it loosely, his brain forgetting most basic functions except the desire to scent.
He leaned in, doing his best to not seem obvious. He wanted to nuzzle into that broad chest, lick up that strong neck, bite that toned back.
“You really are cute,” Izuku said.
Kirishima looked up, caught off guard by the honest compliment.
The next thing he did, so stupid. He knew that. Knew it was bad for his job. Probably bad for his reputation. Knew everything about this was a horrible decision with immediate ramifications, but fuck it because Kirishima Eijiro finally felt as though he appealed to someone and his confidence was overflowing at the thought.
So in a moment severely lacking in critical thinking, Kirishima stood on the tips of toes and pressed his lips against the alpha’s in a chaste, sweet kiss.
For a moment, the sound of the rain and the feeling of that strong arm wrapped around his back came secondary in his senses. All he he could focus on was the alpha before him. That strong forest scent overwhelming him as their lips pressed together.
But before he could pull away, the alpha had deepened the kiss, returning the gesture in kind. The strong arm across his back tensed, pulling their bodies impossibly closer.
Kirishima let the umbrella fall from his hand as his arms wrapped around Midoriya’s neck.
The feeling was absolute bliss. The scent surrounding him, being held in the alpha’s arms, the sound of steady rain shielding them as if they were the only two people in the world.
When Deku’s arm finally loosened, Kirishima pulled back enough to look up into those kind, green eyes. “So I didn’t scare you off?”
Deku smiled, “more like scared of what I’d do to you.”
The arousal he felt at those words was unexpected, but he couldn’t help himself. The feeling was absolutely mutual.
He wanted the alpha to destroy him.
“But I did kind of run away earlier. And I forgot my phone. I’ve been retracing my steps and the bar is the only place left that makes sense. Are you guys closed?”
Kirishima grinned bashfully, “uh.. actually… I gave it to Bakugo. Sorry?”
Midoriya didn’t seem upset at all. “Oh that’s a relief. I’m glad it’s not lost.” He was way too easygoing for an alpha. “I’ll go to Kacchan’s place tomorrow. It’s pretty late now.”
“Yeah,” Kirishima agreed. He reached down to pick up his umbrella from the sidewalk and tried to shake off the rain that had pooled inside.
“Can I walk you home? It’s pretty late to be walking alone.”
Had anyone ever offered to walk him home before? Or even pretended he needed protection somehow? He couldn’t recall it ever happening. “I can handle myself,” he said offhandedly.
“Oh I don’t doubt that,” Midoriya said hurriedly. “I just… kinda want to make sure you get home safe. And also, maybe… I kind of… I want to spend more time with you.”
Kirishima smirked. “Dude, you don’t even know me.”
Midoriya reached down, his fingers brushing against Kirishima’s as they intertwined and locked together. “I’d like the chance to get to.”
Red eyes searched green and Kirishima couldn’t find a reason to deny him. “I’d like that, Izuku.”
Chapter Text
“Dude,” Kirishima said as he flopped onto his couch while holding the cell phone up to his ear, “he walked me home in the rain. It was so freaking cute.”
Shinso snickered. “Keep going down this path and soon All Night won’t have either of it’s male omegas.”
“Are you saying-”
“Aizawa asked if he could court me.”
“Holy shit, dude!” the redhead sat up, his excitement demanding some kind of physical release. “Did you say yes?”
The purple haired omega was chuckling and Kirishima took it as a positive sign. “I wanted to tell everyone at work at the same time, but yes. I agreed.”
“You don’t have to stop working, though.”
“I know. Courting is dating, not marriage or like a mating bond. But Aizawa made it pretty clear if we’re dating, he doesn’t want me working in a cocktail bar.”
Kirishima was laughing now. “Yeah, that’s fair. You got another job lined up?”
“Aizawa said there’s an opening for an admin position in the psych department at the university. He said he’ll help me get on and that,” he paused, then sighed, “that even if we don’t work out, he would insist I get to keep the job.”
“Hey, he’s trying to be considerate. He’s saying he’ll take care of you even if you end up not wanting to be his mate. That’s super manly, bro.”
“You think so?”
“Definitely. He wants you to be happy, regardless of what happens between you two.” There was a moment of silence before Kirishima added. “He really likes you, dude. But I am super bummed to see you go. You better come back and visit at least.”
“It’s not like I’m getting abducted. We can still hang out outside of work.”
“Yeah,” he looked around his quiet, dark apartment, then laid back down on the couch. He was tired and the adrenaline from seeing Midoriya was finally starting to wear off. “Dude, I think I’m gonna pass out soon.”
“Don’t let me stop you. You’re the one who called me.”
Kirishima snorted a laugh. “You didn’t have to answer.”
There was another moment of silence and Kirishima knew where his friend’s thoughts were going. “If you ever, and I mean ever call me, especially at night time… I’ll always answer, Ei. Even with your size and muscle and whatever, I just- I don’t like that you walk home alone.”
He yawned, unintentionally and poorly timed as it were. “Bro, if an alpha tries to pull some shit with me, he’s gonna get his ass handed to him.”
“And if he uses a command? If it’s a pack of alphas?”
He didn’t want to think about it. The thought of being overpowered made his stomach churn. But Kirishima wasn’t weak. “Not gonna happen, dude. Stop stressing so much. This is why you can’t fall asleep.”
Shinso chuckled at that. “Yeah, yeah. Just know I’m here if you need me.”
“Having an insomniac best friend was one of the best things I ever did for myself.” Shinso was laughing softly again until the other omega continued, “what am I gonna do when Aizawa’s plowing you into exhaustion every night?”
“Eijiro!”
“Night, bro!” He said cheerfully then hung up.
Shinso was a great friend. The best, really. But Shinso was a little more sensitive than Eijiro. The redhead being more sympathetic while the smaller omega was more empathetic. He was more in tune with others, a trait that made Kirishima both envious and irritated. Shinso knew everything Kirishima wouldn’t say, which could get irksome at times.
But the point still stood. Shinso’s worry over Kirishima’s safety wasn’t something he could focus on.
Other omegas felt safe with him. He took it as a source of pride. So even though he was a little sensitive at times, he couldn’t give in to those omega instincts. Kirishima had to be tough. The thought of being careful or cautious didn’t sit right with him, as if it undermined his entire persona. He’d never be a small, cute omega. If he didn’t have his strength, what did he have?
He wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t trying to get himself hurt. He just didn’t need protection.
Never had, never would.
Kendo was grinning as she approached him, obviously up to something. It was the following Wednesday, but he’d been actively trying to not think about Deku.
“Is that alpha/beta couple back to flirt with you?” He teased. Some alpha named Tetsutetsu and his beta boyfriend, Monoma, had been eying Kendo for quite a while.
He loved and hated this job. The second he got attached to another omega, they were snatched up and mated. He was always happy for them, of course. But being one of the few “lifers” at the bar got depressing sometimes.
“Nope,” she said, her eyes shining. “Your boyfriend is back.” He dropped the beer glass he was filling and the thick, glass mug fell to the grated pan with a thud, landing in an upright position as alcohol sloshed over the sides. Kendo snickered. “You’re so unbothered, Eijiro. How do you manage?”
“I’m never like this,” he whined. “What is this guy doing to me?”
Kendo reached for a towel on the bar and went into big sister mode as she started to help him clean. “You like him. There’s nothing wrong with that. And I’m going out on a limb here, but I’d say he likes you, too.” Kirishima looked over to his section and immediately caught sight of the booth were Deku was seated. “It’s nice to see our resident bouncer getting flustered, though.”
He was rinsing his hands while she fixed the beer. “I’m serious, Ken. This isn’t… I’ve never done this before.”
She set the fresh beer on the counter and turned to face him. “Kirishima Eijiro, grow a pair.” He turned to face her, his brows furrowed in confusion. She continued before he could defend himself. “Times have changed. He’s not demanding your hand in marriage. He thinks you’re cute. You think he’s cute. You’re allowed to date.” She grinned. “And if it doesn’t work out, Toshinori can always ban him from the bar,” she added helpfully.
He raised an eyebrow at that, but couldn’t hide his amusement. “Fine. What’s the worst that could happen, right?”
“How long you worked here?” Katsuki asked right after he’d taken their orders.
Kirishima thought for a moment. “Just over 5 years. I started here right after I turned 20.”
“Fresh outta college?” He asked, sounding genuinely curious.
Kirishima snickered. “Nope. Not enough money or connections for college. I was working as a waiter in a dive bar downtown, serving drinks under the table since I was 17.”
Midoriya’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell Kacchan that!”
Katsuki snapped at the other alpha, “Shut up, idiot. I’m not gonna prosecute him over it. He’s just a guy tryna make a livin’. Besides, I’m a lawyer, not an officer.”
“But you’re married to an officer,” Midoriya reasoned.
Katsuki waved his hand, ignoring Midoriya as he looked back at the redhead. “So you’re tellin’ me you’ve never had a boyfriend? Because omegas with partners don’t usually have jobs like this and it sounds like you’ve never been unemployed.”
“Nope,” Eijiro confirmed. “Not since high school.”
“Girlfriend?” Deku asked and Eijiro shook his head.
“No dating at all?” Bakugo said, looking skeptical.
Kirishima flushed, suddenly feeling self conscious. “It’s kind of… it’s difficult, ya know. An omega settles down and their life kinda ends.” He had to avoid Midoriya’s sympathetic gaze, looking instead to Bakugo who was eying him with a serious, yet unreadable expression. “Besides, an omega like me? It’s actually easier to be single.”
“What makes you say that?” Bakugo asked.
Why were they grilling him like this?! He held back a groan. “Just look at me, dude. Who wants an omega that could body them?”
Midoriya let out a small whine and Bakugo smirked. “Found one,” the blonde said, looking smug.
Kirishima’s face couldn’t blush any darker. “You guys are gonna get me fired.”
“For what?” The blonde asked, seeming amused at the level of discomfort he was causing.
Kirishima finally found his confidence again. “Not a good look for me to be bent over the table, presenting for Deku while I’m still on the clock.” He stole a glance over at the larger alpha who’s eyes were now impossibly large. “Anyway, let me get this order in for you. I’ll be back with another round of drinks.”
Several drinks and a mostly eaten dinner later, his favorite table was as casual as ever.
“So,” Midoriya started, glassy eyed and clearly feeling the alcohol in his system, “you’re single?”
Kirishima chuckled. “Yeah, I am.” He paused, then considered teasing the green haired man again. It was honestly so easy, no wonder Bakugo found endless entertainment with him. “Are you?”
“O-oh, I g-guess, I mean, yeah. No, yeah, I w-wouldn’t have- I don’t just kiss people. I wouldn’t kiss someone unless I w-was-”
“Who the fuck did you kiss?”
Kirishima only grinned and Bakugo let out a loud laugh. “No fucking way! When did you two backwards idiots pull that off?”
“He came back for his phone and we ran into each other on the sidewalk.”
Bakugo was grinning, “and you didn’t think to tell me this because~?”
Midoriya flushed. “Because it’s none of your business, Kacchan.” But the attempted lecturing tone only made the blonde laugh again.
“Couple of horny teenagers,” Bakugo said, clearly amused.
“I think high school me would’ve terrified high school you,” Kirishima said to Deku. “I liked to beat up alphas, especially when they were bigger than me.”
Deku’s eyes widened as they so often did and he immediately began babbling, as he… so often did. “I-I wouldn’t want to fight you, Kiri. I don’t want to fight anyone. I don’t like hurting people.”
Bakugo’s brows furrowed. “What if you didn’t have a choice? What if someone came after your mate.”
“I’m not mated.”
Kirishima was curious now. “Hypothetically,” he said, continued Bakugo’s line of questioning. Midoriya was an impressively large alpha. To also be a pacifist? It didn’t fit the stereotype. “If you needed to protect your mate. Say someone challenged your claim. Are you taking the challenge?”
He wrung his hands nervously and Kirishima almost felt bad for pushing. Maybe this guy couldn’t handle an omega like Kirishima after all. “I mean, I guess, yeah. If there’s no choice. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt my mate. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt anyone. I don’t like violence unless it’s necessary.”
“So yes-” Kirishima started, but Midoriya kept rambling.
“I get really upset when people pick on others, especially alphas. Some of them can be really cruel. It’s not right,” he seemed to be getting passionate about it now. “If I had a partner, especially an omega, I’d make sure to claim them so no alpha could command them. I’d protect them. I know I’m not the perfect partner. I know I’m too shy sometimes or that I look intimidating, but I’m actually really nice.”
“We get it,” Bakugo tried to cut him off, but he kept going.
“And I really try to be a giver. Like in bed. I always take care of my partner.” Kirishima’s eyes widened and Bakugo was clearly holding back his laughter. Midoriya continued rambling, eyes set firmly on the table in front of him as his cheeks flushed and his words came faster. “I’ve only been with alphas and betas, never an omega. I’d be super careful, too. Not that you’re delicate or anything!” He said, looking up at Kirishima and raising his hands in defense. “I’m sure you’re strong and can really take it- I mean you can handle a lot. I mean that you’re strong and-” Kirishima has covered his hand with his mouth to keep from laughing as the alpha spilled his guts. He should’ve probably been offended, but somehow he knew Midoriya meant well.
“Deku, you’re such a dumbass,” Bakugo said, laughing. “Can’t keep a single thought in that fluffy, green head ‘cause they come right outta his stupid mouth the moment he thinks ‘em.” The blonde was cackling until his dinner suddenly disappeared.
“Apologize,” a strong, but calm voice said as Bakugo’s plate was lifted from the table.
Kirishima looked down to see Tsuyu standing next to him, holding the blonde’s dinner hostage.
The blonde looked over at the thief, a scowl on his face as he readied a flurry of insults that died on his tongue the moment he saw the tiny omega. “Ha?” Shock outweighed anger, apparently.
“Apologize to Midoriya,” she stated.
For a moment, there an uncomfortable silence and Kirishima was genuinely worried that Tsuyu was about to incur Bakugo’s full wrath. But as quick as the fuse of dynamite seemed to light under him, it was gone.
Bakugo smiled, the softening of his features worthy of a Korean drama actor. He glanced over to Midoriya, who was watching with rapt attention. “Sorry, Deku,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Then he looked back at Tsu, the strangely calming look making Kirishima uneasy. “Better?”
Tsuyu set the plate back down gently, her eyes locked with the alpha’s. “Being handsome doesn’t give you a pass to be a dick.”
Bakugo grinned, the flowery persona fading and quickly replaced by his natural arrogance. “You think I’m handsome?”
“And a dick,” she said bluntly before turning and walking away.
Midoriya immediately began laughing and Kirishima shook his head, in awe at Tsuyu’s honesty. But he’d noticed something the other two had missed: Tsuyu had frozen, gone completely stiff before she broke from the trance and called him a dick. Somehow, this Bakugo guy had gotten Tsuyu flustered. He wasn’t about to sell her out so easily, though.
“Maybe your husband would have a better chance,” Kirishima teased. “Asui Tsuyu can’t be tamed by a cute face alone.”
Bakugo sneered. “I wouldn’t expect you idiots to understand. A woman like that? You don’t tame ‘em. You just appreciate ‘em.”
“Masochist,” Midoriya muttered before taking a sip of his beer.
“I heard that you dimwitted fuck,” the blonde said before a flurry of napkins were flung across the table in the larger alpha’s direction. Kirishima snorted a laugh.
These two may have been a bit rowdy and chaotic, but he was genuinely enjoying their banter. For once, the table he served included him in the conversations. They weren’t just blatantly hitting on him or failing to hide their awe at seeing a large, male omega up close. It felt like when he was hanging out with the other omegas. He was just another person.
“I gotta piss,” Bakugo muttered and took off for the bathroom.
Kirishima looked at the retreating blonde’s back then over to Midoriya, waiting to see if he should leave now or if the other alpha had anything else to say.
“C-can I, could I- would it b-be okay if I uh, um, if I came to walk you home?”
The guy was adorable, but entirely too soft. Looked like it would be on Kirishima to push this thing forward. “Counter offer, Izuku,” the green haired man blushed again. “You walk me home and I’ll give you my number. Then you won’t have to pay to see me anymore? We can go on a proper date.” Silence. “Would you like that?”
“Yes!” He covered his mouth with both hands and held still for a second before slowly moving them away. “I mean, yes. That sounds nice.”
Kirishima smiled and then left to go check on his other tables. He’d always assumed he’d end up alone or he’d find an alpha that tried to change him. An alpha that would want him weaker, more submissive, less aggressive. But he’d found a weird polar opposite in Midoriya… and the more he thought about it, the more he liked how the two of them fit together.
He was suddenly very much looking forward to the end of his shift.
“Need you at Mineta’s table,” Kendo’s voice interrupted his pleasant train of thought.
He turned to find the redhead standing behind him, looking apologetic. “I got it. No problem.”
“Sorry, Kiri,” she said, sounding upset.
“I mean it. It’s not a problem. Besides,” he grinned, “Midoriya is walking me home later. That little runt couldn’t possibly ruin my night now.”
“I’ll be right back with those drinks,” Kirishima said to the pack of five alphas before turning to escape the table as quickly as possible.
Mineta called after him. “I’m requesting a change in servers.”
Kirishima paused, took a deep breath, then turned abruptly and walked back to the table. He looked down at the purple haired alpha, cheerful smile plastered on his face. “Not possible. We’re short staffed.”
Mineta looked around the mostly empty restaurant. It was a couple hours until closing, but it was a weeknight and not particularly busy.
“You’re lying.”
Kirishima grinned. “Sorry, no available waitresses. But if you’re unhappy with my service, you can leave.”
Mineta let out a low growl that was so pathetically weak, Kirishima had to stifle his laughter. “This is a legal brothel and I’m entitled to request a specific type of omega.”
He knew these rules all too well so citing them was second nature. “Close, but not quite. It’s designated as a legal match making establishment. Omegas are free to interview potential mates and accept offers to court. Available omegas vary depending on day and time. Sorry,” he shrugged. “You’re out of luck tonight.”
All businesses where more than 55% of employees were omegas had to select an “Omega Employment” designation. It was outdated, but nobody cared enough about the laws to change it. The three designations were brothel, matchmaking service, and childcare. Brothel and childcare didn’t fit for obvious reasons, but matchmaking also gave All Night’s a bit more freedom. Omegas can’t refuse suitors in a brothel and the “employment” terms in those places were sketchy at best. Only mated omegas could work in childcare. Matchmaking designations had to follow the guidelines of having a variety of omegas available to the public. As such, those locations often ended up being cafes, bars or restaurants. It was total bullshit, as many outdated laws are.
“Alphas and betas have rights in matchmaking establishments,” he countered. “I’m allowed to see every omega working this shift. And I’m demanding it. I want to meet every omega and select my server for the evening.”
Kirishima clenched his jaw and attempted to maintain a friendly, yet threatening smile. Mineta had been here enough to meet all the current servers. He just wanted to harass his favorites. “And again, availability is a factor. It’s a weeknight. Kendo is working the hostess stand and can’t wait tables. Tsuyu is working the bar and can’t leave her patrons. The remaining tables are split between myself and Jiro so there’s no way I can justify switching servers.” He took a deep breath and attempted to calm his nerves. “But again, leaving is always an option.”
“Forget the drinks, Mineta,” a lean, brunette alpha said, sounding irritated. “Let’s get out of this dump.”
Kirishima smiled warmly. “I think that’s a great idea. Thanks for stopping by!” He said, taking a step back to let the men abandon their table.
Tonight was just one win after another and Kirishima was on cloud nine.
“Eijiro,” he heard the raspy voice of his boss behind him as he wiped down one of the tables. They’d already closed for the night and he was rushing to finish so Midoriya wouldn’t have to wait too long.
He turned to find the smaller man seated at the bar. “Hey Tomura. Everything ok?” And he assumed it was, until their eyes met. Tomura seemed… sad.
He felt a knot in his stomach.
“Have a seat, Eijiro.” He gestured to the bar stool next to him and Eijiro sat down. “The short alpha with the stupid hair, Mineta. You served him tonight?”
The knot grew. “Yeah. He’s been in here before and every time, he’s requested a female omega. And every time, he’s made them uncomfortable. Kendo and the other girls asked Shinso and I to wait on him whenever he comes in. I guess we were all kinda hoping it would keep him from coming back?”
Tomura was looking at the glass in his hands as he spoke. “His father is the police chief.” This wasn’t good. At all. “He’s claiming you threatened him.”
Kirishima balked at that. “I treated him like I do every other customer.”
“When he requested to switch servers, you told him if he had a problem with you, he could leave.”
“That’s not a threat,” he said quietly.
“I agree. But the chief is saying a male omega got aggressive because he wanted a client to himself. That Mineta calmly requested a female, as is his right in this establishment, and you were too enamored with Mineta to swap with another server. That you told him if he didn’t let you serve him, you’d forcibly remove him.”
“What? That’s not what happened at all!”
Tomura looked over at him and he looked tired, as if this conversation was taking a lot out of him. “I know. But if we don’t fire you, he’s going to press charges.” Kirishima let out a small whine and Tomura reached out to rub his back reassuringly. “I’d rather you not end up in court over this. We’d defend you. Eye witnesses and logs of who had what tables, showing you couldn’t switch.”
“But…”
“But even if charges are dropped or the case dismissed, the label sticks. I’d rather avoid court altogether. No sense making your life harder and giving you a record.”
If anyone understood the plight of omegas, it was Tomura. Not that it mattered at the moment. Kirishima felt like crying.
This was the best job he’d ever had. He’d worked here for years. All his friends were here. Who else would hire him?
He sniffled and Tomura gave a soft smile. “I didn’t come to you without a backup plan. Remember my husband's café a few blocks down? It’s a franchise thing, but he has enough control to run the place how he likes. Jin thinks you’d be a great addition to the team.”
He looked at Tomura with red rimmed eyes. “You’d do that for me?”
Tomura was still smiling. “We hate to see you leave, but I’d feel better knowing you have a job lined up. Besides, Jin always adored you. He thinks of you like a little brother.”
Tomura’s husband was an only child, but the guy was infinitely social. He loved being around others and having friends. He and Kirishima had clicked immediately.
“Twice as Nice Café, right?”
“Stupid name. I told him it didn’t make sense, but yes.”
“Thanks, Tomura,” he said, still sniffling.
Any thoughts of the green haired alpha had left his mind as his thoughts spiraled about his abrupt career change.
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