Summary:

Midoriya's sweat drops, how intimidating. “I’m sorry for constantly bothering you about this, Sir—”

“Todoroki.”

“Yes, we’re thankful... Wait, what?”

“Todoroki,” He repeats. “My name.”

“Oh…” Midoriya says dumbly. He can talk.

“I heard you guys call me as 'the Customer' and 'Mister Half-and-half'.” He can talk more. “I would prefer if you call me by my given name instead of monikers that make me sound like a villain or something.”

“I don't think the name, ‘Todoroki', sounds like a villain's name.”

Todoroki deadpans. “… I meant 'the Customer’.”

There was a long pause.

“Oh,” Midoriya says once more, unable to create a coherent reply.

This a story about a waiter with a past, a successful teenage author, a Café with a story, lives intertwined.