Fuuzoku Oiran, fellow barista

You wave at the petite, plain-looking, bespectaccled girl at the counter. As you head for the counter and lift the countertop door to head behind it, she runs up and jumps at you, wrapping her arms around you in a gentle hug.

After a brief nuzzle into your chest, your arms instinctively held outward like a dominance-asserting T-pose, your co-worker smiles up at you. "Welcome back, Senpai! Why're you late?"

This girl is Fuuzoku Oiran. Despite having been your shift co-worker for two years, she considers you her work senpai. Bubbly and energetic, a lot of newer customers think she's a new hire because she doesn't look like she hates her job yet.

Fuuzoku's Quirk is combination of her parents', giving it two effects. First, the sexier she is, the more powerful she is. Second, no one can touch her if she doesn't want them to. She humorously dubs her Quirk "Stripper." Curiously, and you're not entirely sure what mechanically causes this, it seems her Quirk makes her immune, or at least heavily resistant, to yours. She's thus the only woman who can touch you without falling prey to your Quirk, though two years of her hugs and you're still not exactly used to physical affection. So awkward...

The shorter girl pulls away, grinning up at you. "Where ya been, Senpai? You're late!"

"Yeah, got caught up in a Villain attack on the way to work," you say, clocking in and heading into the back to grab your apron.

"Well, that's as good a reason for being late as any! Don't worry, Senpai, I'll cover for you anyway! If the manager asks, you got here on time!"

Clad in your brown barista apron, you step back out, managing an awkward smile at your co-worker. "Thanks, Fuuzoku-san... Dunno what I'd do without my cute kouhai."

She blushes, reaching up to rub at the back of her head, a silly smile on her face. "Awww, shucks, Senpai! Just lookin' out for ya!"

Despite being immune to your Quirk, Fuuzoku is just as in the dark as to what it is as the rest of your co-workers. She apparently gets grilled about it sometimes, since she has the same shift as you and most of them have a lot of money riding on that betting pool, but she's never really tried to pry it out of you. Still, you keep her at arm's length, just in case.

You move to stand at the counter, ready for a boring day at work. At least the breakfast shift is over...