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I quickly signed the last autograph and went up. I had neither the strength nor the humor to handle the endless queue of people. Soaring even higher, I gave the crowd the biggest smile I could and saluted slowly, uttering a soft, albeit audible "yo." Luckily, this was enough to please at least a little of the rest of the waiters. I flew out of the building as quickly as I could, and a loud sigh left my lips.
I've been on my feet since morning. It's eleven o'clock in the evening and I got up at five today. In general, this is what my last working days are like, I sleep for about four or five hours and I don't feel like doing anything since the morning.
I looked at the phone display and after a quick analysis I decided to go to Endeavor again. I ignored the messages I suspected were from Dabi. He's been writing to me more recently, and since I don't have too many numbers on my phone, all messages in my inbox were from him.
Enji is probably still working so it would be appropriate to disturb him a bit, considering that I haven't been doing it for several days. I quickly tracked down the Todoroki house, and stood on the nearest balcony to Enji's office. I peeked inside, trying to make out the muscular frame of the man. It was dark in the room and the only light came from deep within the house. I rested my forehead against the glass, staring blindly at the only source of light. I didn’t want to enter the main entrance because it would mean a confrontation with one of the household members, and I certainly did not want to do that today. The chance that Enji would open me was negligible.
I reached for the phone and dialed the appropriate number. As expected, Endeavor missed the call, rejected on the second ring. I sighed resigned and turned towards the city, suddenly I felt cold and the vision of returning to my apartment was not pleasant at this temperature. Not having much choice, I put my foot on the railing and unfolded my wings in preparation for flight. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a sliding door behind me, and a pleasant warmth reached me. Surprised, I turned, staring directly into the turquoise eyes of the best hero.
I greeted with a wave of my hand and forced a smile, wanting to look bright as always. He only raised an eyebrow and stepped aside. With a nod of his head, he invited me inside, which of course I accepted. I looked at him and he, not caring about my presence, immediately went behind the desk and grabbed a pile of papers.
"Hope you didn't come to disturb me again" he looked up suspiciously, a lazy smile slipped over my lips. Here we go.
"Come on" I said and walked over. I jumped on the piece of furniture, automatically sitting down in front of Enji. Due to my swift movement, a few pages fell to the floor, and the man's gaze went down with them. He quickly glared at me and leaned back in his chair.
"What did you come up with this time?” he asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, I think you should stop working so much" I pointed at him "Do you see the bags under your eyes? Go, get a good night's sleep, not sitting on papers."
"Unlike you, I have a job," he replied, resigned. "Come down."
"No" I lay down on the whole desk and threw away the rest of the pages lying in my way "Oops.." I smiled.
Suddenly I felt a firm grip on my wrist, but I didn't protest. I continued my unfolding along the entire length of the uncomfortable wood. Except for that one situation, Endeavor made no response. When I was reasonably comfortable, I stretched and yawned.
"Let's go to sleep, I'm tired" I looked at him with huge eyes. Not seeing any reaction, I stuffed my cheeks with air like a hamster and, pretending to be a big puff, turned my head to the other way. I could hear his grunt of discontent, followed immediately by the creak of a chair announcing that the person had stood up. Satisfied with my little victory, I wanted to turn to face the man, but felt that suddenly the piece of furniture was beginning to tilt.
"Hey!" I screamed, terrified by such an unexpected course of the situation. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to react in time and before I knew it, I was already lying on the ground. I pushed myself up on my elbows and saw the old motherfucker’s smug expression. "You old bastard" I hissed. I was about to throw a creative bundle of curses at him, but I was interrupted.
"What is going on here?" said a soft, amused voice from the entrance. I caught a glimpse of red and white strands of hair out of the corner of my eye and sneered at Endeavor.
"So-called foreplay" I said without hesitating.
"HAWKS!"
I laughed at Enji's angry tone and walked over to the dresser in the corner of the room. I opened the first drawer and took Enji's oversized, plain, black T-shirt and the rest of the clothes that will be used as pajamas for today. I started to leave, turning to pissed off on the way man's ego. I stuck my tongue out like a five-year-old and with great satisfaction rushed to the nearest bathroom, passing Shoto laughing at our behavior.
I took a quick but very pleasant shower. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair and even used a few creams that were within my sight. Satisfied, I left the bathroom and headed to Enji's bedroom. The door, slightly ajar, even invited me to enter, which I did. I threw my costume on the chair and crossed my gaze with Enji's turquoise irises, who was already in bed. As always, with a book in his hand and glasses on his nose, he looked very good. Though different than usual. Not as majestic and heroic as everyday.
"What are you reading old man?" I asked strangely confident and jumped into bed, immediately sticking my head between the surprised Enji and the book. Quickly reading the first sentence, I smiled aggressively, snatching it from his hand. "Since when do you read such things?" I asked and started to analyze the text in front of me more closely. Ha! A total romance novel! I looked at him, surprised and pleased with my own discovery. I read on, not even paying attention to the fact that, in truth, I don't know the whole outline of this story.
I read for a while, but it took me a moment to find it suspicious. Why didn’t he show any sign of objection even for a second? I looked up from the book and looked at Todoroki. At first glance, everything looked as normal as possible. All the way too normal. I studied him for a long time, and when I saw what was wrong, I was dumbfounded.
Is he rummaging on my phone?
Although I didn't want it to be true with my whole body, the case with the cute yellow chicken bury my hopes.
This is my phone!
My heart leapt into my throat, and in a second I became a bundle of nerves and enormous stress. I remembered that I recently shared my phone password with him. During the party.. I was drunk and I don't even remember what it was about. He wasn't sober then either, but I'm sure he remembers these few numbers. He remembers such things.
Dabi..
League of Villains..
A job of double agent..
If he sees it..
I don't even want to know what's going to happen..
I wanted to retrieve the device aggressively, but the redhead was prepared for it and dodged my hand with a sly smirk. "Give it back!" I screamed, and my voice cracked slightly, betraying too much emotion. I tried to get my cell phone back, but Enji was stubborn enough to even bother to get up.
Shit.
I got up too. I tried my best to snatch that phone from him, but the man clearly had the advantage over me. He is taller and stronger. Panic took over my mind, I couldn't think rationally.
"Why do you react like that boy? Is there something I shouldn't see?" We both froze for a moment, and I wanted to take advantage of the moment, of his inattention. I quickly raised my knee hitting him on the groin. I already thought victory was on my side until I noticed one very important thing.
Endeavor didn't even flinch.
"Not a very honorable move, bird" I took a step back in surprise, staring straight at his impassive face. It would hurt anyone, there is no option that there is no sign of pain or discomfort. Even that smirk of his did not disappear. The man straightened and shook my phone. "Do you have something to tell me?" he asked quite seriously, and a cold sweat splashed over me.
Has he seen or not?
Play a fool to the end or confess?
If I confess, will he hate me?
Or will he understand?
Should I keep lying?
Do I still want to lie?
"I can see it's a tough topic" a deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts, "Boy" he began, and my stress level has increased. Will he start screaming? Will he hit me? Maybe he'll just take me to the police? Or maybe he'll do it quietly and just get rid of me-
"If something happens, you can always tell me" I made a soft sound that betrayed my surprise "You know... you always support me. In this irritating way, but still.. so if you ever have a problem then you can turn to me, I will try to help" before I realized the device landed in my hand, and Enji back in bed, putting on the glasses again and reaching for a forgotten book.
"Relax" he replied, returning to his reading. "I wouldn't be looking through your phone, Hawks. Maybe we don't know each other for long, but the blind would notice how important it is to you" he said calmly
I lowered my head, hiding my face as much as I could in my light wisps. I hugged the cell to my chest, barely holding back my tears. I don't know why they came into my eyes by themselves. From happiness? Guilt? Or is it because of this beautiful declaration by Todoroki?
"Endeavor-san" I said softly, hoping he wouldn't hear it after all. He heard, looked up in my direction. I didn't even have to look, I knew, I could feel his gaze on me. I slowly straightened up and our looks met. Mine, filled with guilt and determination and his, calm and measuring me with strange warmth "One day..." I started, knowing that the first tear was running down my cheek. "I promise to explain everything to you.." I finished as fast as I could, feeling the sobs gathering inside me. I put my free hand to my mouth trying to hide this moment of weakness. I didn't want him to see me like this.
Enji.
Number one hero.
The same one that I loved when I was a child ..
The same one I have always followed ...
"All right, I'll wait," his tone of understanding and concern drilled an even bigger hole in my heart, making me cry for good. In the spasms of crying, I felt his muscular arms encircle me, his hand roaming calmingly down my back. On the one hand, I wanted this moment to last forever, but on the other, I knew that I would not come back to it often.