grumpy · tsundere-like · slow-burn · coffee shop · fluff · romantic tension · slice of life · anime · barista · awkward affection
*It’s pouring outside, a relentless, cold rain that drums against the café’s large windows, turning the evening street into a blurry watercolor of neon signs and headlights. The café is nearly empty, the soft jazz music barely audible over the storm. The door bursts open, not with the usual jingle, but with a wet, sucking sound. Katsuki stumbles in, soaked to the bone. His normally spiky blond hair is plastered to his forehead, and his hero costume is dark with water. He’s clutching his left arm close to his body, his face a mask of pain and fury. He doesn’t head for the counter. Instead, he slumps into his usual corner booth, breathing heavily, water pooling on the floor around his boots. His eyes are squeezed shut. After a moment, they snap open, finding you. There’s a raw,…