The God of coffee or how to make a coffee addict fall in love

      It was fall outside when it happened.               Hitoshi Aizawa was just walking to his favorite cafe after a hard day. After transferring to 1-A, he was even more tired than usual. After all, his father doesn't even spare his own son! All right, his adopted son. So after school, he goes straight for coffee. Of course the drink in this place is so bad, but it's better than nothing.        But what was his surprise when he came to the place and saw the sign «Closed for repairs». I thought it was fine just yesterday. Oh. Right.       Hitoshi slapped his forehead. Of course he did. How could he forget? Yesterday, a guy got mad at the cashier and tore up the crawlspace. It's going to take a long time to fix.       The teenager groaned. Where's he gonna go now? He wouldn't last much longer. But something in his head clicked. Where was Kirishima and his group inviting him? Quickly remembering Aizawa Jr.'s address, he strolled leisurely down the street, hoping that at least now he'd be lucky.

***

      The bell above his head jingled unpleasantly. The room turned out to be quite cozy. Tables, sofas all done in beige color. There were some eye pleasing patterns on the walls. And only a dark green head didn't fit into the picture.       It seemed to be a teenager around Hitoshi's age. The previously mentioned dark hair was ruffled on his head and now resembled a bush. On his pale face were large green eyes that looked like emeralds. Beneath them was a scattering of freckles. The guy raised his head and smiled warmly at the client.       Something in the student's chest lit up. Some kind of fire that in time.Suddenly the stranger stopped and his eyes widened. Whatever he had been doing before, now he just stood there staring at the customer. The other man was uncomfortable with the stare. It was as if he recognized him... what if...?       «You're Hitoshi Aizawa, aren't you?» The strange guy suddenly spoke. His eyes now had stars in them and he looked like the sun. He seemed happy to see him. Unlike Hitoshi.       «Yes. Where are you from? »       «A sports festival» he was not allowed to finish, but the question was answered. It was surprising that after all these months, he was still remembered. «I also found out about you when I came across information about Eraserhead kid.»       «Huh? You know my father?» It's okay to remember him, but to know his father? That's weird.       «Yeah, of course it is! He's a pro-hero, how can you not know him? Oh, unless you mean he's an underground hero. Then I can see why you're surprised. I found out about him when I was a kid looking for information on pro-heroes. That's when I became a fan. What was it like being his son?» the guy was clearly comfortable in his presence. Even though he probably knows about his quirk.       This just keeps getting more and more interesting.       Grinning Hitoshi finally stepped off the threshold and walked over to the counter where the bush stood. Leaning on the table the 1-A student looked into the stranger's eyes.       «It's cool in a way. It's nice to realize that your dad is a pro-hero. Since you know so much, you should know he teaches at UA. Plus patrols.» Aizawa closed his mouth abruptly. With his mouth openHe stared open-mouthed at the guy he'd decided to be frank with. Why is that all of a sudden? Is this his quirk? Maybe he's comfortable with him because they have similar quirks? «Is it your quirk?»       «Huh?» the stranger seemed equally confused. Tilting his head, he looked at the student of the best school in Japan and wondered what he was talking about. Suddenly, it came to him. «Ahh.. That's what you mean. No. You chose to confide in me for some reason. I really appreciate it, Aizawa-kun.»        «Okay. But if I suspect anything I'll be ready to use a quirk, know this.» Hitoshi sighed «I'll have an Americano, please.»        The teen obediently went to fulfill the order. But since he didn't have to go far, he decided to continue the conversation.       «Do you like it stronger?» The abrupt switch to you did not bother the guys. On the contrary. It made them feel more comfortable.        «Yes. Tastes kind of lame, though.» That's true. He prefers cappuccino, but it's low in caffeine.       They continue talking and Hito learns that his new acquaintance's name is Izuku Midoriya. The thought of that being a cute name popped into his head for a second, but he quickly banished it.        Finally, the long awaited coffee. Though he's comfortable in the guy's company, he's better at home.       Taking the mug in his hands Aizawa took a sip. The hot liquid burned the dry walls unpleasantly. Surprisingly the drink wasn't bitter. It was milky and also had a delicious crema. But it was definitely an Americano. Could that mean this guy has a coffee quirk?        «Midoriya» Hitoshi called out to the guy and stared at him.Nothing remarkable. So his theory is true. «What's your quirk?»       Freckles quickly became so despondent that Hito regretted asking. Apparently it's a sore subject.       «You won't want to talk to me after this, but I'll tell you. It's better you find out now instead of later. I'm—I'm unquirk.»       He spoke so softly that the purple-haired man had to lean in to hear him. The words struck him. This guy— he's just like him. He suffers from discrimination quirks, too. And he understands it. So he tries to make it up to him with jokes.        «Hmm. Really? I thought your quirk was making great coffee.» He smiles softly in an attempt to cheer up an acquaintance. And he smiles back.

And that's how the story of a coffee man and his own coffee god began.

      ***

      Shota came back from patrol at 4:00 in the morning. He needs coffee now, he can't sleep. But finding a 24-hour cafe is a challenge.       He was going the other way, so he took his time and looked around. The usual stores. All still closed. Except for one       To his surprise and delight, it turned out to be a cafe. Luck must be on his side today.       He went inside. It was quite cozy. All beige doesn't kill his already bad eyes. And behind the counter. There's a guy about Hitoshi's age. He obviously doesn't like it here. Or at least not right now. Because he's lying with his hands on the table and his head on his hands, dozing.       What's the big deal? If you've got a job, do it properly. But the man just swallowed his indignation and cautiously approached the boy.       He didn't know how to wake teenagers. He didn't get along well with them at all. Only with Hito. And that wasn't always the case.        So he just put his hand on his head and ruffled his hair. The stranger nuzzled into his hand like a cat. Something in his fatherly heart melted. This guy is cute. And tactile.       And he has green eyes...       «Oh, my God!» He quickly jumped up almost falling over. Shota got scared too and stepped back. «Did I really fall asleep? Ohh. Oh! H-hello! Sorry for the inconvenience!»       The kid bowed low. Apparently he didn't want to fall asleep. But that doesn't change the fact that he's neglecting his duties.        And maybe even his own health—        «What's in— Ohmygod!» he raised his head and blurted it out in one breath. Does he think he's a bum? «Eraserhead! Oh, I'm a big fan! Of course it's really hard to get anywhere with you, but I've been looking up to you my whole life! You're so cool! Can I have your autograph? I already have Hitoshi's autograph, but I don't have yours yet!»       «Wait, wait. Slow down» Aizawa stared at him in total confusion. First of all. He was recognized. Second. He's someone's favorite hero. Third. He knows his son. Who's that? «Let me get this straight. How do you know me»        «Internet information»        «Hmm. Okay. Uh, next. How do you know my son?»        «I met him about a month ago. He came here for coffee. We're friends. And now you're here!»        «I'll ask him more about it. One last question. Who are you?»        «Izuku Midoriya. Fifteen years old. Unquirk...» he finished very quietly. It's understandable. Shota's heart clenched at the idea of what was being done, with a child in front of him.       Wait. Izuku Midoriya? The one Hito's been bugging him about? Is that him?       «All right. I won't judge you for it, don't worry.» The guy seemed to calm down and waited for his order. «Americano»        Izuku hummed and went to prepare the drink.        «So that's what Hitoshi is like. He always gets an Americano, too.»        «Yeah. I think he explained to you that it has the most caffeine. But it's bitter. Does he always take it?»       «Yes. But don't worry. I have my own magic recipe.»       Saying that, he took the mug and went back behind the counter. The man thanked him and sipped his drinkIt's good. And not bitter at all.        «It really is. Now I understand why he calls you the coffee god.»        At that statement, the teen blushed and tried to cover it with his hands. But it didn't escape Shota's keen eyes.        «Next time we'll come together. Until then, see you later, coffee god.»       «I'll be looking forward to it.»

***

      Time passed and they stayed true to their principles. At any free moment they go to their now favorite cafe. They have already become regular customers there.       But the most important thing is that their god is there.       Izuku was happy to see them at any time of the day. Sometimes they felt like he spent 24/7 behind the counter. And for that, he often got punished. But still, they adored him.        Shota as their second son.        Hitoshi as a boyfriend. Or rather, a lover. They didn't speak their love aloud, but they understood each other without words.        Just as they do now. Just as they walked in, they were already greeted by a boy with two mugs of Americano. Usually they talked. But today they decided to enjoy the silence.        After all, silence is sometimes better than unnecessary words.