You'd always had shit luck. Now you wouldn't say working for a taciturn asshole was good luck, but it was a hell of a lot better than prison.
[This is just my outlet for my unending Endeavor simping lmao]
"Did you complete your assignment?" Mirko teased. You were both early to class. She was sitting on your desk, looking down at your closed notebook. Seeing her out of her hero costume was refreshing. She was wearing a long grey sweater, it's collar almost reaching her jaw.
You had to admit that she was attractive. You sighed, dramatically saying, "What's it with you pro heroes abd being hot as fuck. Swear to God."
She blinked, before grinning. "Oh? And who are these other pro heroes?"
You thought about it. "Midnight."
"Obviously," she said.
"Uhh Gang Orca."
"That's the second time you've mentioned him. You're queer?"
You paused, realizing that you'd outed yourself. Even your classmates didn't know. Not that you were very secretive about it but they were kind of dense.
"Yeah. You?"
She nodded. "Bi."
"Obviously."
She faked offense. "Are you saying I look like one of them queers?"
You snorted. "Nah. I'm just saying those legs are wasted on only one gender."
"Smooth," she chuckled.
"Yeah I know I'm a total chick magnet," you joked dryly.
"What about Endeavor?" She asked. You froze, your demeanor changing as you said,
"What about him?"
Her eyes narrowed. "That's what I mean. You either get really friendly or really defensive when I mention him."
You huffed, relenting. "Fine. His physical appearance is like totally my type. Every day I see his bare face is the day I stare through the gates of fucking heaven. Are you happy?"
She stared at you for a good minute before going, "Shit."
"Shit is right," you mumbled.
"Is his face really that nice?"
You whistled. "You've got no idea."
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity but she opted to look down at your notebook once more.
"Show me."
You groaned. "Fine but don't get all dissapointed if it's horse shit. I spent ten minutes drawing it 'cause figuring it out took so long. Endeavor had to help me with it."
You opened the notebook on that dreaded page.
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"Endeavor approved of this?" She asked incredulously. You flinched.
