dominic's orbit ꩜

aoyama: he works at the MAC beauty counter in your local macy’s. spends half his shift doing his own makeup and will deny it profusely despite walking out of the mall at 8pm with a full beat. has a tendency to slack off, but gives really good makeup advice. hides behind the nearest display and army-crawls away when he sees somebody that he knows.

ashido: employee of the month at build-a-bear. initially wanted to work at victoria’s secret, but the perfumes give her a headache so she went with her second option. gets wayyyy too into the process of stufffing the bears but the kids love it anyway. has them doing burpees and dance interpretations of the car dealership inflatables to bring that stuffed bear to life, and the kids eat it up everytime. has a small, albeit growing, collection of build-a-bear’s at her house because she gets a discount.

asui: i couldn’t see asui working retail, but she is definitely the go-to baby/dog/cat sitter for her neighborhood. she just thinks that kids are cooler than adults. anybody that even mildly insinuates that they may need someone to watch their goldfish (and/or small child) is immediately pointed in the direction of the asui household. she genuinely cannot go to any local playground without getting surrounded by children that revere her.

iida: definitely one of those people to get an internship instead of a job and them never shut the fuck up about it. he interns at a law or accounting firm and go on unprompted tangents about the value of the experience and how good it looks on his resume. has an unbreakable bond with the front desk lady that shoves butterscotch candies into his hand and feeds him all the office gossip.

uraraka: waitress at chili’s. her quirk comes in unexpectedly handy because of the party tricks she does for the kids, which always gets her a good tip from the parents. unfortunately, always gets stuck with the bigger tables because she can carry a lot of plates. can do tricks with her pen and pad and is VERY proud of them. has cute pins on her apron. her favorite coworker is the old guy working at the bar because he gives her shirley temple’s on her lunch break and meanmugs the customers that are rude to her. is the most dedicated during the birthday song.

ojiro: definitely the ‘cool’ counselor at his local summer camp. on top of being just a kind and understanding guy- he makes a killer s’more. will be having a normal conversation with someone while three younger kids are scaling him like a jungle gym. four time gaga ball champion.

kaminari: pizza delivery guy. waze is his best friend, even though he misses one out of every three turns. he drives around an old shitbox his parents bought for his sixteenth birthday- something like a chevy impala or a honda civic that was definitely made before he was born- that he affectionately dubbed ‘janet’. his car permanently smells like ‘eau de pizza’, which is either good or bad depending on your stance on pepperoni. blasts music, so when you order a pizza you’ll probably hear shinso or jiro’s playlist long before you hear the doorbell.

kirishima: hot topic. grew out of his emo phase in body but not in spirit. tokoyami put spikes on his crocs for him and he wears them almost every shift. his coworker did corpse paint on him once and now thats his tiktok icon. has matching skeleanimals bracelets with denki.

koda: has been volunteering at the same animal shelter since the age of eleven, and he’ll be damned if he stops now. doesn’t need to lift weights as much as his peers considering how often he has to lift animals, whether that helping the bigger senior dogs into the bath or the misbehaving ones out of the playpen, he’s always the one that’s called over to lend a hand. likes hanging out with the new litters of puppies or kittens and starfishing in the middle of the floor, both so the animals can be desensitized to larger individuals such as himself and so that he can destress via a kitten (or two) purring on his chest. genuinely treats animal beef like it’s his own personal soap opera. whenever there’s new gossip, he’ll text the group chat a long paragraph about it. mina, denki, and shoji are deeply invested.

sato: his parents own a bakery, so him working there is less so a part-time job and more of a requirement. likes setting up the pretty displays but can’t do any of the labels because he has worse handwriting than his three year old sister. very proud when his baking experiments actually make it onto the menu. gives out wayyy too many free samples.

shoji: works at a starbucks but specifically the one in the barnes and noble. currently holds the record for ‘most frappuccinos made in under sixty seconds’. likes the quiet atmosphere and also is a really big fan of the way coffee smells. cannot spell people’s names correctly for the actual life of him, but makes up for it with little octopus doodles on the cup.

jiro: record store. has a monopoly on the playlist. gives elite music recommendations. has limited herself to one new vinyl per paycheck. spends her break with the shop cat. all of her friends get cd’s for their birthday.

sero: works at an amc theatre. he’s that one video of the guy spinning the popcorn bucket around under the butter dispenser- he has the technique down pat. not a huge cinephile, but likes to watch the new movies as they come out because he hates spoilers. almost got fired when he snuck denki into the booth so that they could watch the minecraft movie tigether while sero was on the clock. gives his friendsbthe employee discount when his manager isn’t looking.

tokoyami: cryptid that works at your local publix. likes zoning out to music while stocking shelves with dark shadow. HATES register duty, if he has to tell one more middle-aged woman to tap her card and not swipe it, (because this register is BROKEN- no, don’t insert it- TAP it. tap-), he’s going to die of old age in his late teens. dark shadow does a startlingly good impression of the ‘insert card to select payment type, or insert cash to complete transaction’ voice. up and down refuses to wear his nametag- insists that it ‘inspires intrigue in onlookers’. to his credit, it does.

todoroki: cryptid that works at your local kroger. it’s across the street from tokoyami’s publix, and the two of them have an oddly tense rivalry considering that it’s over grocery store chains. prefers to work the floral stand, shares tokoyami’s hatred for register duty. takes shopping cart retrieval VERY seriously, genuinely cannot understand why people just leave them sitting around. has never texted in the employee gc.

hagakure: claire’s WARRIOR. assistant manager. will chase a kid through the entire damn mall if she catches them stealing a squishmallow keychain. is NOT to be trusted with the piercing gun. is also not to be trusted with the store playlist after the ayesha erotica incident.

bakugo: cannot, should not, and will not work in customer service, for obvious reasons. eventually found his calling as a pool lifeguard. spends half his day yelling at kids for running and the other half yelling at adults for not wearing proper sun protection. always wearing 90 spf. doesn’t even read or doomscroll on his shift, just rawdogs the boredom. takes it very seriously despite the fact that he’s surrounded by toddlers in duckie floaties all day.

midoriya: mcdonalds. was the FIRST to get the all might meal. likes working in the back so he can play papa’s burgeria the whole shift, and because he once got yelled at by a minivan mother of three. the ice cream machine never works. used his first paycheck to buy his mom flowers.

mineta: unemployed.

yaoyorozu: her parents wanted her to do an internship but she insisted on working a job to ‘build character’. finds a tiny, local tea shop with a ‘wanted’ sign in the window and decides that that’s where she wants to spend her summer. takes memorizing the menu very seriously, so much so that she makes a quizlet and studies it every morning on the train ride there. spends way too much time on the chalkboard signs out front, but nobody’s mad because it ends up looking really good.

“…Yes.”

How could he ever argue with you?

Your smile widened as you dipped your brush into the glittery container, already swirling it with mischief in your gaze. “Just a little sparkle on your pinky. My signature, ok?”

“I have not forgotten.”

You carefully brushed the fine silver glitter onto the nail, just enough to catch the light. “It’s like my version of carving my name on a tree or whatever,” you said, tapping the tiny bottle against his knuckle gently. “Now whenever you look at your hands, you’ll think of me.”

“I always do.”

“Aww—lovey.” You laughed again, leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on the side of his beak before going back to your work. “Okay, but listen, I read this super stupid article today,” you started, your tone changing like you were about to stir trouble. “It said that men with deeper voices are more likely to cheat.”

Tokoyami turned his head slowly to look at you, feathers metaphorically—and now quite literally—ruffled.

“What?”

“Yeah,” you said nonchalantly, as if you weren’t just throwing a bomb in his lap. “Like, scientifically or whatever. Testosterone or something. Isn’t that dumb?”

There was a moment of silence.

On one hand, all the gears in Tokoyami’s head were working overtime. This could be a trap. An argument is waiting to bubble over if he says the wrong thing.

Then—

Tokoyami cleared his throat and, in a pitch several notches higher than normal, chirped, “Who said that?!”

You exploded into laughter. You dropped the nail polish brush on the paper towel and nearly doubled over in a fit, covering your mouth with your hands.

“Oh my gosh, Fumi!”

“I am not… suspicious!” Tokoyami squawked, still in the same ridiculous falsetto, his hands twitching slightly in embarrassment. He tries not to move them too much, letting the nail polish dry evenly.

“Why do you sound like that? You sound like you inhaled a balloon!” you wheezed. “You don’t have to raise your voice like that just to prove a point!”

“I am simply ensuring you understand I am of no threat to your heart.”

“You dork!” You wiped your eyes, absolutely beaming. “You’re the most faithful boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. I’m not worried at all. I was just messing with ya!”

Tokoyami sighed, letting the high-pitched voice drop, returning to his usual shadowy baritone. “Good.”

You leaned in close again, bumping your arm lightly to his. “But oh my god, Fumi, I’m never letting you forget that voice. I need to hear that again someday. Maybe I’ll tell people you’re my backup K-pop vocalist.”

“Absolutely not.”

“‘Who said that?’” you mocked again in that high, squeaky tone.

Tokoyami sighed again and shook his head, but his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, amusement breaking through the stoic mask he wore so often. “You and your antics.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

“And now you have glitter again,” you said proudly, holding up his hand like a trophy. “Dark, mysterious, and slightly fabulous.”

Tokoyami looked at his nails, admiring the contrast—the sharp black polish with that one glimmering pinky, like a whisper of you left behind on his hands. He nodded in approval.

“It suits me.”

You hummed, resting your chin in your palm as you looked at him. “So, when people ask about the glitter, what’ll you say?”

He looked down at the shimmer, then back at you. “I will say it is a reminder.”

“Of what?”

He held your gaze. “That I belong to someone. Proudly.”

“That’s so sweet, Fumi! I’m gonna get a cavity!”