●~Not All There Anymore~● |BEING REWRITTEN|

|2| Made One Mistake

Now the unlucky day had arrived. All three of his jobs had overlapped, and he couldn't afford to be late to a single one. Especially given the fact that he was extremely lucky three different businesses had hired an inexperienced sixteen year old. Which landed him here. Catering to about a dozen sheltered brats, just to keep up with a horribly trashy cabin/outhouse thing with termites and mold growing all over the place. The children were all celebrating the arrival of a four year old's birthday, accompanied by his flashy quirk. God, the kid reminded Midoriya of Katsuki when they were kids.

"Hey! Midoriya! Better get on with those dishes, or you'll make the oh so special birthday boy mad!" One of Izuku's coworkers, a 27 year old man said, waving the notebook of orders in his face, breaking Midoriya out of his thoughts. "Unless..... you want to give boss more reasons to fire you?" The older man teasingly accused, faking a gasp. He had a small but fluffy mop of red and orange hair, with yellow eyes, giving away the nature of his fire quirk. "Oh be quiet! Of course I don't wanna get fired, now give me those orders! Or are you also part of the conspiracy to make my life absolutely miserable?" Midoriya said, trying to reach the notebook of orders Kaichi was holding over his head, cursing his short demeanor.

"Just kidding little dude. Hey, I finished off my own table, so I'll be free for a sec. You want some help catering to those brats? I heard the kid wanted that double fudge birthday special or something." What?! That cake takes, like, an hour to make! "Yes! Please please please, I will do literally anything just help me with these Kota and Eri wannabes!" The short boy begged, half heartedly insulting the children on the other side of the restaurant. He wasn't lying when he said those kids were wannabes, though. Why couldn't they be sweet little children who believed in unicorns and wanted to be pirate princes or something equally ridiculous like Kota or Eri? I wouldn't mind if I was making food for those kind of kids, but nooooo. I get to cater to a dozen over privileged brats who don't understand the meaning of the word 'no'.

"Okay, okay, I've got you, chill. How about you start on the food while I go and give them their drinks, try and discourage them from getting the crazy big cake. Ya know, what we always do when the entitled folk come in." Kaichi walked out the kitchen to the party of twelve with a dozen caffeine filled sodas, hopefully going to convince them to just get the chocolate pudding cups for dessert. Midoriya sighed, rubbing at his eyes. Why me? All I wanted to do was become a hero, not get stuck paying bills. Karma needs to go focus on someone who deserves this.

He rubbed at his eyes again, letting lose a small yawn and he had to stop himself from shutting his eyes and dozing off. "Damn insomnia," The teen gumbled. "No wonder I fell asleep in class." Without meaning to, he thought back to Katsuki. At least the forever angry boy had woken him up, even if he didn't know about his jobs. He shook his head. This was no time to be thinking about what happened at school, even if thinking about the blond make him feel an unexplainable nostalgia. He had work to do. Still... "Just hope Mr. Aizawa wasn't too mad." The freckled teen decided to plug in his earbuds, turning up the volume in an effort to stay awake.

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  Midoriya got started on the food, running around the kitchen ingredients. He quickly started up the dishes, attending to multiple at a time. "Okay, I need some seasoning for the fish, the miso soup needs to be stirred more, I need a refill for three of the drinks, the Katsudon is burning, I need some carrot bits- OH MY GOD THE KATSUDON IS BURNING!!! FIRE, FIRE, OH MY $@#€%&¥ GOD! MOTHER#$@£€£&!" Midoriya desperately tried to put out the fire, eventually just dumping some water onto it. He sighed in relief before cleaning up the mess and restarting the dish. He dusted off his uniform, ridding all the ash, while glaring at the burnt dish all the while. From that point on, he kept a close eye on the stove.