PYROMANIA (Endeavor X Male Reader)

Chapter 39 - TOURNAMENT

"And how are you feeling about the tournament, Sir?" A reporter asked, her bright red hair bouncing on her shoulders.

"Uhh. Nervous, I guess?"

"Why is that?" She asked good naturedly.

"I get really pumped when I fight and I might be a little rude to my opponents."

She laughed, a breathy, bright sound. "That's all right. Most soon-to-be heroes tend to be viciously competitive."

"Well that's fortunate. Don't want to be that one rude ass-," you looked at the camera and rephrased. "That one rude idiot."

She smiled again, this time one of relief. Score for not swearing haha.

"Is anyone here to watch you?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "My son. Maybe my friend but he's probably at work."

She perked up at the mention of Shouto. "Oh? How old his he? Your son I mean."

"Thirteen."

She looked at you quizzically. You didn't exactly look like you had the opportunity to sire a thirteen year old.

You snorted. "Of course he doesn't exactly come from my loins, if that's what you're wondering?"

The reporter blushed, just as your phone began buzzing. Rather rudely, you took it out of your pocket. Speak of the devil.

"Sup Shouto. I'm putting you on speaker by the way."

You could almost hear him roll his eyes. "You're an idiot. You know this is how people are going to remember your for the next two years, right?"

"So? Was I supposed to put on a persona? Cause I could. But that would be boring."

The boy groaned. "Ugh I can already tell you're going to be an unhinged hero. Father is laughing at you, by the way."

You smiled, looking up at the rows of people seated around the arena. "He's here?"

"Sitting next to me," he supplied.

You grinned, your eyes narrowing in pure, unveiled joy. "Hi En," you said.

You heard a short, but deep and rumbling chuckle on the other end of the line. "Break a leg, (Y/N)," he muttered.

"You mean literally though. You like seeing me struggle," you sighed. "Fine. What handicap are you giving me today?"

"No flying quirk," he said after a pause. You smirked.

"That's all?"

"Don't get cocky," he warned. "If you manage to not get injured I'll let you two get a dog."

You froze and then scowled rather melodramatically.

"Oh come on that's not fair," you whined. "I mean I'll do it but it's a low blow. My skill can't be bought."

Then you laughed, "But my effort sure can. You're sneaky. Hear that Shouto? We're getting a dog."

Shouto whooped on the other end of the line and you hung up.

The reporter, having been a bit too invested in your conversation, hastily moved on to the next person.

You jumped up and down, the chains on your hero costume rattling.

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"You're an arrogant mother fu-," the young man began saying. You cut him off as a chain shot out like a serpent from your choker, wrapped around his waist and he was promptly but gently lowered onto the ground, outside of the arena.