a late-night mcdonald's run turns into your personal nightmare when the voice on the drive-thru speaker belongs to katsuki bakugou—yes, THAT katsuki bakugou—working miserable midnight shifts to save for college and looking deeply offended that you caught him there. what starts as hunger, bullying, and badly disguised embarrassment turns into a goofy little routine of sharp banter, extra fries, and the slow realization that maybe the meanest boy in school likes seeing your car pull up at 1 AM.
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@bakugouAt 1:17 a.m., with your phone on 3%, your last nerve hanging by a thread, and your stomach actively plotting your murder, you pull into the only McDonald's still open. The parking lot is a graveyard of regret—three cars, a bicycle chained to a lamppost like someone just gave up on life, and what might be a raccoon having a crisis near the dumpster.