PYROMANIA (Endeavor X Male Reader)

Chapter 8 - LOL WUT

You weren't expecting the fact that so many people would recognize you in public. Frankly, it was annoying.

"Oh my God is that Endeavor's boyfriend?" A teenage girl squealed.

"Wait for real? I thought he was married."

"All heroes cheat on their spouses at least once. Come on, all that fame and he hasn't slept around?"

The conversation infuriated you. Endeavor was many, many unsavory things but if he had one redeeming quality it was that he'd never slept around. Not even after his wife was hospitalized.

Natsuo had told you that, the hateful edge in his voice making way for something akin to confusion.

"I'm surprised father hasn't killed you yet." Shouto said, a little too loudly.

"Well I'm guessing he knows what people make of that video. I mean surprisingly he doesn't seem to be homophobic. He didn't run up to me after he saw the news and go 'How fucking dare you make me look like a fag' or something."

Shouto snorted. "He's actually pretty chill about it? Natsuo accidentally outed himself to father and he just told him to not get AIDS."

You made a pained expression. "That's somehow so funny and yet so fucking sad."

"Yeah."

You ruffled his hair. "Race you to the agency."

"Oh you're on."

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"You little cardio monster." You wheezed, your hands firmly planted on your knees.

"Don't you have a stamina quirk?" He hardly sounded out of breath.

"Well I'd have been cheating if I used it. Ah Christ." You leaned again the wall, facing another squad of reporters. "I'm kind of sick of the press. Dunno how your dad handles it."

"He was pretty fiery in his early days. Reporters probably fucking hated him."

"Haha fiery."

"Suppose his quirk suits him, doesn't it?" Shouto mused sardonically.

Before you could enter the building, there were microphones shoved in your faces and a barrage of questions shouted your way.

"Listen, I can't give a formal statement, and most definitely not without Endeavor present. I'm sort of miffed that the press didn't ask for my permission before plastering my face everywhere, too. Should've probably explicitly asked for my face to be censored but I wasn't familiar with the etiquette."

"And they revealed your quirk." Shout supplied, the words only fueling your annoyance."

"I don't think I'd ever glared at a television like that before."

"Figured you wouldn't be happy about that." A deep voice rumbled behind you.

"You're going on patrol, Sir?" You asked, not even looking back at the burly man, instead opting to check something on your phone. Christ. You'd have to delete your social media accounts. Eh. Not like you've had them long.

Endeavor just gave another grunt as an answer and turned to the reporters.

"Leave."

They reluctantly complied, the camera man keeping the camera trained on them until they were out of sight.

"Go inside. Burnin' wants to spar with you again."

"I'm allowed to?"

"You didn't ask last time." He quipped.