#endevor

First meeting

When the rest of the family came home, you swore you’d melt on the spot. His oldest son was Natsuo, at a simple nineteen years old, with Shoto only being around four years younger.

 “It’s nice to meet you… uhm…” You stumbled on your words; the white-haired man in front of you looked pissed, and you couldn’t tell if it was at you or the man behind you.

 “How old are you?” He asked, his face dark and his head low. Natsuo looked away from you.

 “I… uh, Twenty-two," you responded nervously, fully aware of the age gap between you and your brand new husband.

The tension in the room was beyond thick, it was near solid. You, endeavors new wife, was younger than his own daughter.

Natsuo scoffed, and his eyes seemed to indirectly scorn you and his father.

*****

Initial sex

“Mrs. Todoroki.” He growled, shoving himself back inside as he had slipped out from his laziness, combined with the sheer amount of both his and your liquids.

“You— you act like I like that—-ah!” You moan, trying to throw your head down. Natsuo grips your hair, pulling your head up.

“I hate it.” He mumbled pushing his head into the crook of your neck.

He loves it.

But he wants it to be his—you to be his.

*****

& he admits it

The next time you had slept with Natsuo he had been more gentle. Instead of refusing to look at you directly, he had pinned you to your back.

You had expected him to be rough, however instead of harsh quick kiss, it was slow, passionate.

He cupped your face gently, pushing your legs open with his knee. Natsuo only pulled away for a second but you already wanted him back.

“Wha… what are you?”

“I love you” he stared directly at you, his gray eyes pierce your soul.

He pushes his leaking cum back inside of you, “take it— have it—“ he gasps lightly as he reaches down to your swollen clit.

"Hearts, kisses, and golden roses." You read aloud. The paper in your palms felt so thin, so delicately luxurious, you almost trembled holding it in your hands. Your fingers slid the paper back into the golden coated envelope. You held the envelope like it might catch on fire if you held it too hard.

"It's a couples event." You looked up at Endeavor. He was giving you those gleaming red eyes that captured everyone's respect. Respect that was well earned when it came to the work of his heroics and battle skills, his personality on another hand you found to be a bit challenging. Just because his eyes gained respect, it failed to collect your understanding.

A snort came from behind you, the only other person standing in the room with you. You twisted a glance over your shoulder.

Bakugou was slouched against the window that spilled light into the wide room and illuminated you and everything in it. Not a single spot was untouched by the sun, still Katsuki's snarl casted a shadow over his features.

"A couples event?"

"Yes, Bakugou. That's what I said."

"Then try again, because there is absolutely no way in hell that you are saying what I think you're saying."

You kept your mouth glued shut and glanced between the two men.

Katsuki challenged Endeavor with his tone, and the man seemed unbothered. Him and everyone was used to the blonde's audacity by now, especially now after recently graduating from UA.

You found him funny, it wasn't often you took him seriously. Frankly, a strange connection of respect and admiration had grown for him over the years of knowing him.

You would admit you couldn't stand him at first.

"A Villain is targeting couples, with little connection but attending this event." Endeavor closed his arms over his chest and stared Katsuki down, he waited until the scowling man was back slouching against the window before he continued, "I want the two of you to go undercover. Odds are more promising with a younger couple, and you two are the best choice for this."

A breathy closed-mouthed scoff rang from Bakugou again, "That's a load of BS, why me? Ask pretty-boy Shoto to do it!"

"Unfortunately, my son lacks the emotion to pull this off."

"Then, Deku!"

"He's terrible at lying and undercover work. You know that."

He tried again, "Kaminari!"

You almost snorted when Endeavor raised a brow, "Really?" He shook his red hair with a sigh, waving his hand through the air, "This will be your first real mission as a pro-hero, Dynamight. It puts you well above your peers, and I know that's motivation that oughta drive you."

You expected to find Katsuki's stubborn grimace when you turned back to him. No, his eyes softened and his posture rose. He looked like he was considering it, like just the thought of being ahead was enough to alter his mind.

Then he looked at you, and you had to make yourself push down a grin, "Why the hell are you so quiet?!"

"I'm getting information, King Explosion Lord Dynamight."

"It's Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight." He scoffed, making a chortle leave you.

"Are the two of you in, or not?" The irritated tone made your head flip back to the pro. The light tapping of his foot drowned out Katsuki's grumbling.

Just the knowledge of you being the first call for this, next to Bakugou— one of the top students in your class —made it a little easier for you to straighten your spine, and a little harder for you to humble yourself, "I'm down."

"Fine." Katsuki mumbled, sulking up until he was standing beside you, "What's the plan?"

This time you did laugh. You gave the most taunting grin you could manage, and jammed an elbow into your comrade's side.

"Be disgustingly adorable."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The beat of the high pitched clicking of your heels made a few people turn and stare. The bodycon dress wrapped around your body did everything to bring out every bit of curve you had and exaggerate it. The webby abstract colored dress was different tones of desaturated red print pattern.

You stood out in a way that made you hold your head higher than you ever had.

"I swear to God, Endeavor's agency is dust once this is over."

Katsuki's exasperated pout was a sight you could never truly get over. He was wearing a suit and tie, the jacket matching the print pattern dyed into your dress. You hooked your arm through his and smiled at the people giving the two of you looks.

You whispered through your smile, words only you and him would hear, "Oh, don't be that way, Dynamight. Put on a smile, your face is making us look less cute."

"We are not cute."

"The people staring disagree."

His lips pressed into a line and he didn't say another word. You felt the fabric of Katsuki's suit jacket rubbing against your arm with each step you took closer to the large dressed-in-black man guarding the entrance of the lively building.

His skin was dark, his head bald, eyebrows and jaw sharp, and his body large and firm. Yeah, you wouldn't want to mess with the guy either. He seemed like a good selection to be placed at the front door. You caught a glimpse of a spiral-cord microphone connecting to his ear, you nudged Katsuki a little to make sure he saw it as well.

"Invitation." His voice was deep and large and made you shiver.

Your own words rung through your head, Be disgustingly adorable.

You slapped on a sloppy grin, and poked your lips out. You felt the boy you held stiffen when you turned to his body and clung to him with loose arms that strung over his chest and gripped at his shoulder.

"Katsua~" You pulled down a grimace at the terrible attempt at a code name, you cooed the name off your tongue. It was almost amusing to watch his face turn bright red, "Did you bring the invitation, my love?"

"Ye-" He cleared his throat, "-Yeah L/n... just–"

You didn't wait for him to finish. You reached down, stretching your arm behind his back and digging into his back pocket. You pulled the filled envelope out and handed it to the wide-eyed security guard who wore something close to a grimace.

Bingo, you thought as the widely built man took the invitation and unhooked the golden tape separating the crowd from the entrance.

Katsuki's arm shifted as he put his hand into the pocket of his suit. When you looked at him, the humiliation that he was so usually unphased by took over the color of his skin and replaced it with something bright, flushed, and vibrant.

You waited until you were further into the building, and the slow faint music was drowning out anything you could say. The hallway, otherwise, was silent.

You tugged lightly at Katsuki's arm, "Are you alright, Bakugou?"

From his silence you thought he was ignoring you. He kept walking with a clenched jaw and his arm locked around yours. You'd given up, your arm loosened around his and your body inched away.

His voice surprised you, "Mind your own business."

You left it there.

Golden valance lighting hit your face, waiters' black tuxedo's and golden cuffs seemed suiting in the rose toned room. The party was not that of a teenage rave, or a junky bar. It took the shape of fancy slow paced parties, the ones rich people dreaded but showed up to anyways.

"Where to first?" The question was sarcastic, and Katsuki's eyes were skimming over the crowd.

Some were seated with silver trays of gourmet food, some were stationed at the bar near the back. Two bartenders hassled, putting on a show as they served already drunk couples. Others were clapping along and frolicking to the Jazz selection.

What cuter than a couple dancing?

"Can you dance?"

Katsuki's face grimaced, but it looked like a pathetic attempt to hide the red that still brushed his cheeks and ears, "Eh? Yea' I can dance."

"Great, teach me." You tightened around his arm, starting to pull him in the direction of the galloping movements of the couples.

The ground clapped around in renditions of the fast paced Mambo partner dance. The in sync steps of the crowd's side stepping echoed through the floor. You frowned, but only because you realized something.

"We aren't gonna stand out like this." You said. The goal was to draw the Villain out and become their target by matching the cheesy sickness that they obviously grudge against. They weren't going to do that while dancing In a crowd of actual sickeningly adorable couples.

"This is so beneath me." The familiar grumbling of Bakugou was something you didn’t even blink at. His arm slid from yours and he moved away, "Stay here."

And then you were left standing between a crowd of a hundred dancers. Being left alone you suddenly felt self conscious of every part of yourself, the heels on your feet, the dress fretting off at your lower thigh, your hair tickling your ear.

Zoning in, the smiles of the present couples were almost calming. Until it wasn't anymore, since the sudden realization that if you didn't pull this off, any one of them could be picked off. To think at least one of them had plans with each other, to go home and light a candle and fall in love all over again.

You were determined to make sure their plans were kept.

The music faded, the ricocheting echoes becoming nothing but a whisper. The dancers stopped frolicking. They turned their heads and whispered questions to each other knowing they didn't have the answers. You almost did the same thing, but you kept the question in your head; What was going on?

Static replaced the music in the wide room, yours and everyone else's heads darted around to find the source. Your eyes found a head of blonde spikes, he stumbled forward, pulling the cord of a microphone after his feet. Small curses were heard through the speakers.

Where did he find that at?

More importantly, what was he doing?

You shuffled past a few idle couples, peeking over shoulders while moving to the front of the crowd to get a better look at your comrade. Surely enough you found a pair of red eyes, grimacing, scowling. Honestly, he looked like he might throw up.

He pulled at the collar of his suit, pulling the microphone up to his mouth, "Listen. I thought this event was stupid, and idiotic. To be honest, I still think it's stupid, and idiotic."

Oh my god, you almost said out loud. You caught the words before they left. You glared at Bakugou in hopes he saw the glint in your eyes and you know he did, because he made the smallest movement of his hand, telling you to back off.

"Well, uh… here's to doing things ya' don't wanna for the people we love." Katsuki threw his hands onto the pockets of his slacks, tapping his other fingers along the microphone.

Your heart sped up and after a second it wasn't there. You could have sworn that it stopped. That if you were attached to a monitor it would be screaming that high, monotoned hum.

A few chuckles echoed in the room, specifically the men who vacated their spots, while the women gave small smiles. All eyes were on Bakugou now, all eyes. If this didn't catch a Villain's attention, you honestly didn't know what would.

"I honestly didn't think I'd be lucky enough to find someone to accept me. All of me. To accept that I will never be the kind of person to climb on a stage and– well do what I'm doing now, humiliate myself." He growled the last words, earning more laughter from the crowd encircling you. His eyes fell on yours, and there your heartbeat was again. Why was it doing that? "I don't feel like someone who needs to be fixed when I'm–" He stopped, you watched a swallow climb down his throat. He parted his lips and he moved his eyes off of yours, "Any… anyways- So as compensation to her, I'm embarrassing myself like a loser. Enjoy it, you'll never get it again… Hey, Y/n? Can I have this dance?"

Suddenly, the crowd's eyes were on you. You weren't even aware of your eyes darting around the room, and by time you were, the crowd had already started cheering encouragement and the music started ricocheting off the walls again. This time it was slower, softer.

You gave a small shake of your head, stepping forward and separating yourself from the crowd. Katsuki helped you up on the platform and you made yourself force away whatever feelings were attacking you.

You smiled at the blonde once you were on your feet, "Do you really love me?~"

He whispered, only for your ears, "Oh shut the hell up. Be disgustingly adorable? Right?"

"Admit it, you love me. That was too good to be a facade, I thought you don't like lying?"

"I don't. I never said I wasn't good at it."

"Too good."

"Well, a lot of it was true."

You stopped. Full on froze right there. You ran through his monolog in your head, trying to pick apart which parts he was talking about. Your thoughts were sliced, cut off when a hand grabbed you by your waist and pulled you forward.

Katsuki gave a glance to the crowd, "Bear with her, she can't dance."

They laughed. You swallowed.

Katsuki turned back to you. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he placed a hand on your back, he grabbed your other hand. Then he smiled, actually smiled, it was more of a cocky grin, but a smile nonetheless. "You're red, and quiet. Guess that means I win."

"Wha- win what?!"

"You don't know? You started a war outside, L/n."

"Bakugou-"

He shook his head, "Shut up and dance with me."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

"Did you have fun?"

"Eh, I'm not passed out at a table.."

"To think you didn't want to come at first, see? I know what I'm talking about."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, L/n."

"Excuse me, can I help you?"

A few decreasing feet in front of you, a tall golden-skinned man took short steps down the hallway in your direction. He wore a blue suit jacket and matching slacks, the button polo underneath was jet black. It contrasted the white hair that was elegantly swept to the back, and with the help of hair gel; it had a radiant shine.

Your arm tightened around Katsuki's, "Oh, we were on our way out. Are you the host?"

"No, I am not. I manage the parlor, that's all." He said. Now that he was closer, you could make out the blistered scar covering the right side of his face and neck. His right eye was completely white, glowing and terrifying compared to his other ocean blue eye. You gave a smile and tried to hide the chill that collected on your spine. He continued, "The exit is on the other side of the building, you seem a little lost."

"Nope. Pretty sure it was this way." Katsuki shrugged. You gave him a glance, and any other person would have missed the slight twitch under his eye, or the way the corner of his lip bucked downwards.

"I've been working here for almost two years." The man pulled at the cuff on his jacket, pulling it up and folding it back on his arm. "I can assure you, the exit is nowhere over here. Here, I'll show you the way. I insist."

He moved past you two. A strange wind itching your skin when he floated on by. He stopped at a door. The way you and Katsuki were heading was not the right way, but you knew that was not either. He slid the door open, and scooped his hand towards the dark room behind it. You took in a breath.

"You first." Katsuki said, nodding forward. For a moment you thought he was talking to you, but his red eyes were challenging the scarred man without shame. You prayed he didn't blow your cover, you prayed your heart would stop pounding.

The man's eyes narrowed. A frown curled into his lips and for several moments he and Katsuki stood there. Frowning at each other.

Finally he gave a small smile. He bowed his head, "Very well."

And he disappeared behind the corner of the threshold.

Katsuki leaned down, he mumbled in your ear, "Let's not end this before it starts. Stay close to me, don't let go of my arm."

"I don't need your protection—"

"Don't be an ass right now. I mean it. I'm not protecting you, I'm trying to cover both of our asses."

You breathed out, "Fine."

You and Katsuki both went through the door together. Your eyes started adjusting to the darkness, but soon the room was dimly lit by a lamp. The room was basically empty except a few sheetfed couches and tables.

The man pulled his arm away from the string on the lamp and nodded to another hallway behind another door, "This way."

You touched the side of your waist, feeling the fleece to make sure the wire attached to your dress was still there. You gave a small breath when you felt the small hard shape of the device.

Katsuki pulled you forward, tightening his arm around yours and trailing after the man.

"You are the one who put that show on earlier, yes?"

Katsuki stiffened, "Yeah. That's me. What about it?"

"Nothing, I suppose. You must really love the little lady."

You huffed, "I am hardly litt–"

"Yeah, whatever." Katsuki spoke over you, his red eyes glaring at you for a moment. You rolled your eyes.

Silence echoed abong the three of you, it was silence that made your breathing sound deadening. Katsuki's eyes never left the man for even a moment. He glared at his back. And you let him.

The man started again, "I am sorry if my presence is bringing any uncomfort. The two of you are awfully quiet."

"Long night." Katsuki said quickly, tilting his head backwards and gleaming. "I'm sure you get that, eh?"

"More than you will ever know." He responded, stopping at another door. His hand reached for the door knob. His eyes paused on you, "You got really lucky with him."

You felt a knot in your throat. You couldn't speak so you just smiled and nodded. You watched as he disappeared through the door and waited for Katsuki to take the first step forward before you did the same.

"I was once with someone. We were inseparable, quite like the two of you…" His voice got low. You looked around the room. Another empty room but this one had a fireplace near the wall. There were no other doors in this room, none at all. Just the moon's light peering in through a barred window. You looked back at the man, looked as he slowly turned to face you two, "Unfortunately, it didn't last."

"I thought you were showing us an exit?" You mumbled.

Katsuki pulled away, he let go of your arm and turned on his feet. He crouched down, and with a heavy scoff he spat, "Yea' this freak show has gone on long enough."

You did the same, crouched down and got ready to defend against any attacks.

The man seemed unphased. He didn't seem to care that the two of you seemed pretty capable of warding him off. He was still, his arms folded behind his back, his blue eyes still on something that didn't seem to be in the room.

His lips parted slightly, "I stand by and watch as these folks smile and laugh, and all I am reminded of is what was taken from me. You don't deserve to be happy. Not when I never got the chance."

"So this makes you happy?" Katsuki seethed, "Ruining other people's lives?"

"Nothing makes me happy. This? This makes me sane."

"Well, if that ain't a lovely pile of bullshit—"

"What happened?" You said, moving a little further from Katsuki. His red eyes snapped towards you, as if he forgot you were in the room. Your voice wasn't harsh, it was soft, you stepped closer to him, "Was she killed? Did she leave?"

"Killed." He said, taking an unsure step backwards. "She and our unborn child were slaughtered."

"By who?"

"By… by wh- by a maniac!"

"Who killed her?"

"I don't– what is wrong with your eyes- what are you doing to me?-"

Your eyes were glowing, indistinct shades of orange and blue. You felt every nerve in his cerebrum, traveling memory after memory, your own consciousness sliding through nerve after nerve.

You found the one you were looking for, the memory you were looking for. The memory of a death. The memory of a wife carrying a child. You knew he was reliving that memory, feeling it. You know because you were. You saw fire. You ran into it. You held a girl in your arms, not yours– his arms. Her lifeless eyes. You felt his pain as if it were your own.

"Get… get out of my head!"

You did. You blinked and you were back in the empty room. The man— who's name you found was Kagome —was on the ground, clutching his head. He gripped his hair. He was wheezing air filled sobbes and he sank in his own self pity.

He moved, looking up only to glare at you. You saw his glassy eyes and almost felt bad, "You are–"

Katsuki kicked his gut. Kagome rolled over, falling on his back with a gasp. You expected him to kick him again, but he didn't. Katsuki crouched down and grabbed a handful of the Kagome's polo.

The blonde spat in his face with merciless words,

"You are gonna rot behind bars, freak."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

You watched from the stairs as they ushered the Villain into the police car in quirk resistant cuffs. His white hair ducked into the car and the door locked him away.

"Good job."

You looked up at Endeavor. He offered you a small cup of coffee, his otherwise burning stern features, soft. You'll admit you never liked him. You still don't. Not after everything you heard he had done to Todoroki, who was your comrade and friend. You couldn't like him. But he's changed, and that you could respect.

You grabbed the cup, felt it warm your palms, "Thank you."

"Bakugou said this was all you." He looked over to Bakugou, who had your eyes for several minutes now. He was ducking away, dodging, and scolding All Might who was offering hugs and praise.

You shook your head, "I didn't do much."

"You caught your first serial killer. It's something."

Then he walked away.

Katsuki shoved All Might away for the final time. He wore a snarl as he left the retired hero and started walking towards you. You pulled the coffee cup towards your face. You tilted your head and let the warm taste fill you.

"Where the hell did you get coffee from?!" Katsuki shouted.

You pulled your hands down to your lap, "I pulled it out of my ass."

He raised a brow. You shook your head.

"Endeavor gave it to me."

"That flaming piece of shit, gimme that!"

Bakugou snatched the coffee from your hands. He lifted the lid and fell to sit on the seat next to you. You watched him as he took a few sips from the cup and handed it back to you.

You wiped your hands on your dress. Once they weren't sweating anymore you grabbed the cup. You gave Katsuki a small smirk, "Ya'know? I think you might be finally growing a beard. I see a stubble coming in."

Katsuki knitted his eyebrows together. He rubbed a hand to run over his chin and he grimaced, "God, I didn't shave this morning."

"Wow. You shave? I didn't think you had any reason to- Ow!"

Katsuki threw a punch at your shoulder. You almost dropped your cup of coffee. You turned to glare at him but stopped. Another knot formed in your throat when you saw a smile resting on his lips.

It dropped and he rolled his eyes, "Don't mess with me."

"No, of course not… you're a force to be feared." You mumbled, trailing off.

"What's up with you?"

"Mm, nothing."

"You know I hate liars."

You shoved the coffee into his hands. He gave you a look. A questioning look that you ignored while you stood up. You turned back to him, your heart doing that thing where it beated and you wished it would stop.

You gave Katsuki a pathetic smile, "Remember that war you started?"

"Hah?! You mean the war you started?!"

"Yeah, well… I won."

"Eh?!"

You leaned forward. Quickly, you grabbed his face and pulled him so his lips were against yours. He stiffened. He made a confused sound that sounded very close to a grunt. Then, to your surprise he relaxed, rested a hand on your arm and relaxed.

You pulled back. His eyes fluttered open and stared at you. He was silent, as if waiting for you to say something.

You didn't.