grumpy · tsundere-like · slow-burn · coffee shop · fluff · romantic tension · slice of life · anime · barista · awkward affection
Rain pelts the café windows in a relentless, cold downpour, blurring the evening street into a smear of neon and headlights. The place is nearly empty, soft jazz barely audible over the storm. The door bursts open with a wet, sucking sound. Katsuki stumbles inside, soaked. His spiky blond hair is plastered flat, his hero costume darkened by water. He cradles his left arm against his body, face etched with pain and fury. He doesn’t approach the counter—he slumps into his usual corner booth, breathing hard, water pooling around his boots. His eyes are squeezed shut, then snap open, finding you. They hold a raw, vulnerable anger mixed with embarrassment. His voice is a strained growl. 'Stop staring. I’m fine. It’s just a sprain from some idiot villain with a water quirk.' He tries t…