Accidents (basically the pilot episode, none of this is gonna be in the final fic (except that parts that say otherwise))
Tsuyu
Being a barista wasn’t Tsuyu Asui’s dream job, but it would do for now. Her actual dream job seemed a million years away. Being a marine biologist would allow her to use her quirk in a productive way and would give her some insight on her own quirk. She had gone to the famous hero school UA, and Tsu supposed she could moonlight as a hero, but honestly the whole system was corrupt and biased.
The first thing Tsu noticed about the girl was her makeup. Both of her wings of eyeliner were perfect, and her eyeshadow was a pinkish gold without a single smudge.
“What’s the most caffeine you can put in a 16 ounce cup?”
“What-”
“What’s the most caffeine you can put in one 16 ounce cup? I got 2 hours of sleep right now and am running on adrenaline and spite alone.” The girl repeated.
“Ummm I guess we could give you”- Tsu counted mentally- “a latte with 4 additional espresso shots, ribbit.”
“Excellent,.”
“Could I get a name for that, ribbit?”
“Uraraka,.”
It was a slow day, so the froggy barista was able to whip up the “drink” for the cute girl as fast as she could. Because she was incredibly cute. And Tsu was incredibly gay.
“One espresso abomination for Uraraka!”
Uraraka came up to take her drink, giving Tsu a wink on the way out.
Tsu thought that would be the last time she saw Uraraka. Maybe she’d pine a bit, or tell her friend Fumikage about it, maybe make some daydreams about her.
Tsu was wrong. Two days later Uraraka came in again, this time with a fine layer of dust in her hair.
“I’d like to order one espresso abomination please.” She said with a smile.
“...That’ll be 8.95$,”
Uraraka came back every Tuesday and Thursday, but only ordered the Abomination on Thursdays. On Tuesdays, she asked Tsu to decide.
This was bad for Tsu’s gayness.
“I’m telling you Kage, ribbit, her eyes look like how hot chocolate tastes. She’s so beautiful, I can barely even take her payment any more! The other day, she accidentally touched my hand. You should have seen me! I was a mess. A mess! I broke a cup! That’s never happened before!” Tsu ranted. It was about 5 am, and she was in her studio apartment with her two best friends, Fumikage Tokoyami and Dark Shadow.
After Tsu left UA (at the end of her first year) she had lost touch with most of her friends in class 1-A. She had almost forgotten Fumikage until their third year of high school. her friend (and crush) Ochako Uraraka with her beautiful brown eyes, and angelic cheeks, and round pink lips, and- Uraraka. Ohh. Tsu blushed.
“You went quiet for a second. Did you realize something?”
“I’m too gay for this shit, ribbit,”
“I know, but what shit are you talking about?”
“Uraraka,”
“From high school? I heard she was in town,”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“It didn’t come u-’
“I toold Fumikage we should tell you about her, after all the gay rants you go on!” Dark Shadow pipes up.
“Shadow…”
“But Fumikage didn’t think you’d want the stress of a relationship, and your job, and school!” Dark Shadow continues.
“How dare you, ribbit. I have been single for literal years. You have a boyfriend! Help a friend out Kage!” Tsu says, deadpan. “Friendship with Fumikage cancelled. Dark Shadow is my new best friend.”
“I’ll let you in on my stash of premium apple cider.”
“...We’re best friends.”
Ochako
Since her high school days, Ochako Uraraka had greatly improved her quirk. She had not however improved her sleep schedule.
It all started on an ordinary day. She had donned her hero costume and gone on patrol for several hours before her shift at her parent’s construction site. Unfortunately for Ochako’s mental health, her shift started at 6:00 AM, sharp.
“What’s the most caffeine you can put in a 16 ounce cup?”
“What-”
Oh shit. The barista was hot. Ochako’s brain went on autopilot, and she ranted some nonsense, but at least she got a smile!
It dawned on her thirty minutes afterwards while she was fighting some low-level thug that she didn’t even get the cute barista’s name or number. Which was fine! It would be unprofessional for the both of them for her to flirt. She didn’t even know if the barista liked girls!
“Hey! Get back here!” the villain yelled up at her, “Or are you just a scared little girl?”
“Well, it seems like you’ve got some internal misogyny to figure out my friend,” Ochako shot back.
“We’re not friends,”
“I… know? That was kinda the point?” Ochako then yote the rocks she had been gathering at his head. Fifteen points for Ochako!
The point system was something Ochako and her friends Izuku and Mei had come up with in their third year of high school to predict who would be the future number one hero. She had totally been crushing on Izuku in, like her first year, but then she actually got to know him, and those feelings… kinda got light shed on them. Turns out she just had never had a healthy platonic relationship with a guy before. Also was hella bisexual. But that's besides the point. The point was that she and Izuku had a bet and Mei had a machine that could log opponent power for future reference and needed test subjects.
And so the point system was born. (Ochako was winning.) But that didn’t matter now. She needed some love advice. Love advice from the expert of experts. The love genius. A goddess walking on earth.
A couple weeks later she was in the Midoriya household’s kitchen holding a fragrant cup of jasmine tea.
“Thank you Inko. This tea is lovely!”
“Oh, it was nothing dear! You know I love when you come over. You can always get Izuku to clean his room, for one thing.”
“Mooommmm,” Izuku complained from the other room.
“Oh Izuku,” Inko shook her head with a little laugh, “Now, Ochako. What was it you wanted to talk about?”
“Well… uhh. I kinda, got a crush on my local barista? And now we have an inside joke? And I think she might be my first year crush too? But.. umm.. I... umm she’s just so pretty!! And really nice!! And anytime I see her I get really flustered and lose all control of my mouth and my brain goes into lala land and I’m stuck watching my stupid mouth be stupid and ruin my chances!!”
Inko was silent for a minute, seemingly processing the fortnight’s worth of gay panic that Ochako laid on her.
Ochako in the meantime made a guttural, choked, moaning noise and slammed her head on the kitchen table. She kept her face there for a while until Inko started talking again.
“Oh honey,” Inko then did the unspeakable. She laughed.
“I’m glad my pain is funny,” Ochako moaned from the tabletop.
“I’m not laughing at you dear! I’m laughing because I’ve been in almost this same position! That’s actually how I met my first girlfriend out of college,”
“Yeah..?”
“We met at the hardware store, though. And we broke up, mutually after a few years. We’re still in touch, actually! Mitsuki has always been a good friend.”
“YOU DATED AUNTIE MITSUKI?” Izuku screeched from the door, dropping a basket of laundry.
“Of course Zuzu! I know I told you the story at least once!”
“I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS AUNTIE MITSUKI! Oh, hi Ochako,”
“Can we please brainstorm ideas for Ochako so she can get the cute barista’s phone number?” Cut in Ochako, now on the floor.
“Of course! You could flirt with her about something she likes, hmm but how would we know that or maybe ask her directly… hmm no thats risky.. or-”
As Izuku began to ramble, Ochako sat up. She had an idea.
She cut over her friend's rambling with her own. Would this... actually work?
She sure as fuck hoped so.