Achille's Heel (DabixReader)

Chapter Seventeen

The next morning, you get up and start getting ready for the workday. You slip your hero costume into your bag along with a change of clothes before heading out the door. The drive to work is calming and there isn't much traffic this early. You hum and sing along to your favorite songs blasting from your radio. When you arrive at the agency, you park and grab your bag before walking inside the building.

You walk in and go change into your hero costume. Once changed, you make your way to your desk. As you sit down, your phone chimes with a text. You open it and smile when you see a photo of Dabi stretched out in bed, bare chested and only clothed in his boxers. There's a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth and his eyes still look sleepy.

Dabi: Good morning, little light. How was family dinner? ;)

The text makes you giggle at his teasing and you type out a response.

You: Surprisingly not terrible... I did stand up to mister big bad though. He was giving Shoto shit for no reason.

You place your phone face down on your desk and turn your attention back to your computer. You start going through your e-mails, reading them and responding to ones that require a follow up. You click on another and start skimming when your phone chimes again. The text makes your face heat and you bite your lip a little to stifle the girlish squeal bubbling up in your chest.

Dabi: Mmm, look at you getting bold. Just remember who that sharp tongue is appropriate to use with. Take that attitude with me and well...it'll be met with some lashes of my own.

A knock at your door startles you and you nearly drop your phone. The screen goes dark when you lock the phone and place it back on your desk face down. You clear your throat and sit up in your chair.

"Come in!"

It opens slowly and Endeavor slips through the crack. He's looking down and rubbing the back of his neck. Your body tenses and your breath hitches. You swallow and look at him, faking a smile.

"Good morning, sir! What can I do for you?"

He stands in front of your desk and his hands dangle by his sides. "Morning. I'm actually here to apologize for...yesterday." His eyes slowly pan up to rest on your face and he squares his shoulders. "It was quite...unpleasant to witness and I'm sure that is a feeling we both share. I just wanted to offer my apologies for any feeling of discomfort I may have caused."

You blink a few times. You were a little caught off guard by his admission of guilt. You sit forward and steeple your hands together on the desk, resting your elbows on the wood.

"Um, apology accepted," you say softly. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry you had to see that." You chuckle a little, the sound full of nerves.

He takes a deep breath. "Well, I followed several screams and I was met with an unexpected cause..." He shakes his head and looks away. "Anyway, just be careful. I know it's none of my business, but there is a time and place for everything. Remember we are supposed to set a good example for the citizens." His voice has taken on a somewhat fatherly tone and it bugs you a little, but you can't figure out why.

"Right," you mumble. "Can we just forget about it and make a deal to never talk about it again?" You give him a shy smile, your face flushed with embarrassment.

He nods once and turns back towards the door. "I think that's best, yes."

You nod and turn your gaze to your desk. He slips out of the door and it clicks shut behind him. You let out an exaggerated sigh and sink your head down onto your desk. A muffled groan echoes the humiliation you've now had to relive three times.