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I feel like I’m very late to the party here but this... but it’s Endeavor 

Questions like:

Who’s looking after your cat?

Is the school in Waterdeep called Mountain high, if not… Larian… you missed a trick 😂

I’d love to see an MHA Pro Heroes OGs arc early 90s style with All Might and Endeavor back in the day with heavy metal hair like “Hnggggggggggh….. hngggggggggghhhh”

Maybe you’re doing the washing up with headphones on and he takes them off your head like:

“WATASHI NO SAIGO WA ANATA GA II!!!!!!!!!!”

Hi, Thanks, I love this idea! I will certainly write something for this, I’m just slow writing (as usual) 😊

Sorry this has taken so long, the more I thought about it I think Enji would have a kind of old fashioned view on piercings and tattoos to begin with but I think he'd definitely warm to the idea, while still being something of a grumpy old man!

"No, I don't not like them, I just don't understand why?" Enji punctuated his sentence with couple of grunts as you tried to explain.

You had to admit, you kind of liked him all riled up like this.

"It's just a piercing... well a few piercings." You corrected yourself, tucking your hair behind your ear so he could get a better look at one of the several you'd had since you last saw him.

He folded his arms across his chest. Regarding you with a knowing look that said, we both know there's more useful things that you actually need that you should have spent your money on.

"I know, I know." You waved your hands dismissively, "But Enji, don't you think they're cute?!"

He shook his head, smiling at your enthusiasm and the light of excitement in your eyes.

"Well, as long you're happy." He sighed. "I just… don't think I'd want you to end up like Touya." He replied, trying to bridge the gap of understanding.

You laughed. "I don't think that's likely, do you?"

He grunted again, unsure if you would and slightly horrified at the image in his head he'd conjured of Touya's piercings on your pretty face. Sure, you'd look edgy, but, honestly, he liked you just the way you were.

The light of the Autumn sun through the window made the rings sparkle and as much as he disliked to admit, of course, it did look very cute, it highlighted the shine in your eyes. The tiny decorations of stones and metal that ran all the way down your ear, and the studs that peaked teasingly every so often when your shirt rode up. But it was just so unnecessary.

He kicked himself, remembering when Touya had helped Fuyumi put stickers all over her arms at Christmas and they'd both run around the house shouting "Lookout we're the Yakuza". He remembered his amusement at the horror on Rei's face when she'd thought that her daughter might actually consider a tattoo. Of course, she never had, or at least, come to think of it, not that he knew of.

Perhaps he was being old fashioned, he'd been raised in a world where things like piercings were considered vain, rather than an outlet of self expression and creativity. Times were changing and girls would be girls wouldn't they? If it was something cute and sparkly, who was he to say you shouldn't have it, anyway it's not like you didn't deserve so much more.

His face briefly unstiffened and he looked you in the eye, opening his mouth.

"I was thinking of getting my tongue done next." You replied before he could speak, half jokingly, sticking out your tongue so he could imagine it.

Which he did… vividly. He turned redder than his hair trying to put the image out of his mind and maintain his stoic demeanor.

"You won't." His voice cracked a little playfully, half daring you.

"I will… or would you stop me… Mr number one hero?"

He grinned, defenceless, he liked it when you stood up to him. Most people wouldn't even try, especially when he gave that dark look, as though he would turn someone to ash in a moments notice. But really, you knew he was a more bark than bite.

"I can certainly try. Anyway," he began, taking his wallet from the table, handing you your coat and grabbing his own in one efficient sweep. "what do you want for dinner? I suppose it's on me."

A personal note: This is the official final chapter (there's a little mini chapter after if you want to read that too). Thankyou anyone who's been reading this. Without giving a total oscar speech (proceeds to give one anyway), it's meant alot to finish this, I started it in September 2021, compared to then, my life is in a much better place, I don't talk about personal things on here but the last couple of years have been challenging and this project has been both my constant and my catalyst throughout. It's my love letter to MHA the wonderfully complex character that is Enji Todoroki to finally finish this. So with that I wish everyone a wonderful Valentine's week!

Insatiable Heat - Chapter 26 - SaiyanMyName - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia [Archive of Our Own]

Teaser below:

Keigo wiped his eyes with the back of his arm, the wind tussling and tangling in his sandy hair. One hand planted on the freezing cold ground. It couldn’t be, it was the cruellest of endings, how could it be, that the number one hero hadn’t been able to save himself, or the woman he loved? (Or did he?)

My gift to you is this goofy pic of Endeavor… and a reader insert ;)

Enji kept looking at the clock, how much longer until his shift was over? Just over half an hour.

He couldn’t believe they were making him work Christmas, especially since he’d done so the previous three years. Not that he had anything to go back home to, but he’d rather be at home doing nothing, instead of having to watch all of the happy families out and about on Christmas Day. He almost found himself wishing a terrible villain would turn up, at least then he’d have something to do, turns out even villains took Christmas Day off. He chuckled to himself at his own silent joke.

“Merry Christmas Endeavor”

“Still working Endeavor? Have a good Christmas”

Why did people have to talk to him? He grunted and nodded. He’d never liked dealing with the public, it was partly why he made himself so unapproachable, because he was scared of talking to people, making small talk was something that came naturally to most of the pros, but he’d always been introverted. Not that you’d believe it if you’d seen him, with those flashy flames and booming voice, but it was just an act, an act to get by.

That’s when he saw them, five of the most perfect mince pies, stacked neatly in a row of three and a row of two, they looked delicious, pale shortcrust pastry and sugar on top that had been caramelised to a hard shell, they were in pale blue and green festive foil wrappers, and he had to have them. He checked his watch, and peered through the window biting his lip hungrily, it looked like they were closing, it would be impolite to go in now, so close to closing time, but he just had to have one. He didn’t have any at home, and it would be a terrible thing not to have at least one on Christmas Day. He’d rather hoped Fuyumi might bring him some, but she was away on a trip for Christmas.

“Are you sure you’ll be Ok on your own dad?” She’d asked.

“Of course, it’ll be fine, go and enjoy yourself.”

He’d replied, it was a lie, and now he had no mince pies at two minutes to five on Christmas Day.

He pushed on the door and the little bell rang. He tried to sound casual.

“Oh sorry, are you closing?”

“Yes, I was.” You reply bluntly, without looking up from sweeping the floor, back turned.

“Oh…” he was not expecting this response, he was Endeavor, usually people went the extra mile for a hero, he was stunned.

You paused waiting to hear the bell as he left, but he didn’t move. You leant your broom against the counter.

“Look, I’ve just closed up, you’ll have to…” you turned, the last person you’d expected to see was Endeavor. His flames were roaring from his jaw and his boots, snow had started to fall outside, but the the windows had already started to steam from the intensity of his heat.

You briefly wondered how his wife had ever gotten close enough to him to produce four children, he was hotter than the sun, but then again, you’d heard she’d had an ice quirk.

Enji looked at you, trying to discern the look on your face, you looked like you were solving a mathematical puzzle.

“Could you move away from there?”

“Sorry, from where?”

“Behind you, you’ll melt the truffles.”

“Oh, I’m sorry” he stepped forward.

“What is it you want?” You asked folding your arms across your chest. It brought his eyes to hover briefly over your breasts. You noticed and tried not to smirk.

What was the number one hero doing waltzing into your shop and checking you out?

“Are you this rude to all your customers?” He asked bluntly, he shouldn’t have said that. He realised straight after he said it, but he still really wanted those mince pies.

You replied before he could apologise.

“Only the ones I like” You smirked, wiping your hands on your apron. His eyes hovering over you again, where of course they shouldn’t be. You wondered if it was only more noticeable because his eyes were so glaringly blue, so bright and icy against the billowing flames that burst around his face. “Do you check out all your shop keepers?”

“I was not…” He stepped back.

“Truffles!” You exclaimed.

“Sorry” he said jumping forwards again. “You should put them somewhere further from the natural place to stand”

“Most of my customers aren’t on fire.”

God this was awkward, he shouldn’t have come in, this was exactly the kind of social exchange he hated, it was uncomfortable.

“So, what can I get you?” Your face softened, you had a lovely smile he realised. His heart settled a little, and his flames reduced.

“Um… the mince pies in the window.” He paused, you looked like you were waiting for something. “Please.” He added, tentatively.

“Sure, how many would you like?”

“All of them…” You raised you eyebrows waiting again. “Please” he added gruffly. You were winning and he didn’t like it. Making him say please, it was annoying… and maybe a touch erotic? He tried to get the thought out of his head, but it stayed like one of those trick candles, reappearing with a flicker.

You took them out of the window.

“One each is it?” It was common knowledge he had four children, but he felt it a little presumptuous of you to ask. Or was that small talk? He wasn’t sure.

“No, I’ll be on my own.”

“Ah, me too.” There was that smile again, like butter, your lips… they were really… pretty. He thought to himself. “Big appetite fighting all those villains?” He was fairly sure you were mocking him now, the question was rhetorical.

You placed them in a white box. With six gaps. “Room for one more if you want anything else?”

He was still thinking about your retort about spending Christmas alone.

“Excuse me?” He asked, wondering if he’d heard you wrong.

“Box holds six, you have five, do you want anything else?”

“Oh, of course.” He held his chin, gazing down at the glass cabinet. Most of the really good things had sold out, but there was still too much to choose from, aside from the five mince pies. He was rather pleased with himself about getting those.

“Spoilt for choice?” You leant over the counter. “Need some help Endeavor?”

The way you added his name at the end of the sentence made him blush, what was it about the way you said it that made it sound so intimate.

“I think so…” he hummed.

“Ok:” you jumped up squatting down behind the other side of the glass.

“These ones,” you tapped the glass, “are a big hit, they’re custard on the inside but with a hard crème brûlée type topping, most people think they’re going to be soft until they bite into them, and they are, but I just like the way the crunch adds something special to the experience. Custard pastries are usually a hit with men, I don’t know why. Sound like something you might like?”

“Perhaps,” you were really quite passionate about the subject. He smiled, you were pleased you’d managed to break down a barrier, Endeavor wasn’t known for smiling, it felt like a little win.

“Well I’ll take one out for you try. Then we have these, don’t confuse them with mince pies, they’re Eccles cakes.”

“But they’re not cakes?” He looked at them confused.

“Look, I didn’t invent them so take it up with the name police. What does Endeavor mean anyway?”

“What do you mean, what does it mean?” You’d struck a nerve you realised, this could prove interesting.

“They’re filled with currants rather than mincemeat and then wrapped in flakey pastry, that’s what sets them apart from a mince pie. Hawks flies, Jeanist… jeans, All Might is a cool name because he’s ‘All Mighty’ and strong etc, so I’ve always been curious, why just Endeavor? Why not… Flamey McFlame Face?” You giggled. “Sorry I wasn’t being rude, I promise, I just assumed I may not have another chance to ask.”

“They sound good, could I try one of those too?” He paused then “I’ll pay for these too of course?” He added hastily.

“Well, I wasn’t going to ask since I need to get rid of the stock, but since you’ve offered, how about I do you a deal?”

“Ok.”

“Good.” You didn’t mention anything further about the deal and it got his mind ticking.

You continued to explain each of the different flavour and textures of the treats, they all sounded delicious.

You glanced at the clock, you’d been going through all the different items for about quarter of an hour, he’d chosen four to try, although he’d struggled to whittle it down to so few.

“I’d really like to try them all.”

“Well if you’re really good maybe Santa will let you.” You smirked. “Maybe not all in one day though.”

You were definitely flirting with him, at least he thought so, people didn’t tend to flirt with Endeavor, he was unapproachable, and that’s the way he liked it, or so he’d thought.

He decided to try his luck.

“I am good, very good actually.” He said, picking up the first pastry.

“Oh?” The corner or your mouth twitched. “Then you’ll have to show me.” You leant over the counter.

“Oh my god, this is so good.” He said as he finished it up.

“Isn’t it?” You grinned, eyes lit up.

“How do you make these?” He asked, mouth half full, chewing away.

“Trade secrets.”

“Hmm, I bet.” Endeavor raised an eyebrow.

He made the rest of his way through them deciding to buy the remainder of each, 1, 3, 1, and 5. He smirked. All your stock was in odd numbers and all the boxes were even. A smart way to suggest people leave with more than they intended to buy.

“What’s your quirk?” He asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Is it perhaps a… disappearing quirk?”

“Very perceptive Endeavor. People do like filling things up. It’s not illegal, reducing your stock is it?”

He leant over the counter in the same way that you were. Suddenly you felt very very close, noses almost touching.

“Would you like it to be?” His voice was almost lower up close, you could feel the heat from his flames and the breeze of his breath. He was actually quite good looking up close.

“Why, will you arrest me Endeavor.”

“No,” he grinned, a boyish grin that you rather liked. “The police arrest people, I just bring them to justice for what they’ve done.”

You were blushing now, you didn’t think he’d pluck up the courage to be so blunt, afterall you’d be coaxing him for about half an hour or so now.

His lips brushed yours teasingly, an invitation to open your mouth, his hand sliding gently around the side of your neck. His fingers big enough that he could stroke his thumb down your cheek, you bit his lip gently and he groaned. You found yourself leaning further over the counter, hands in his hair, pulling it a little, he groaned again. You smirked as he kissed you, you were fairly sure he liked it a little rough.

“Hold on” he paused, making his way around behind the counter. “Mind if come back here?” He asked, arms instinctively wrapping around you, leaning to kiss you again. He was a good kisser, and it was better now the counter wasn’t in the way, you could feel his whole body against you. You wondered if his kiss would feel just as good elsewhere. “So…” he continued, speaking, about an inch away from your ear. “About this deal?”

If you’re wondering (and yes uploads have been painfully slow) I’ve completed writing the final chapters but yet to finish editing them. Hopefully I’ll be able to upload something soon.