PYROMANIA (Endeavor X Male Reader)

Chapter 43 - OH

You and Enji lumbered into the house, tired as shit. He quickly deposited himself onto the couch as you asked,

"You want anything to drink, En?"

He shook his head and you sat down next to him, staring at the black television screen.

"Enji, I think we should talk about it."

"About what?" He snapped. You frowned.

"About what he did to you. And if you don't want to talk to me then you should have a private session with our therapist."

"No."

"Enji-"

"(Y/N) it's fucking fine. I get hurt every day. It happens," he muttered.

"But you don't get tortured everyday. Or sent to the hospital half dead everyday. Or-"

"Goddammit shut up!" He shouted, startling you. Hannibal, who'd been lying down in the corner, walked over and stood between you and Enji defensively. This seemed to sober him slightly. Or too much

All of the fight left his body and he fell down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Hannibal sat in between the two of you and Enji started idly scratching the snow white fur between his ears.

"It felt like it went on forever. Might have been another quirk of his. It's like yours isn't it?"

You placed your hand on the nape of his neck and rubbed soothing circles into the pale skin.

"Sort of. He steals them. I borrow them."

"I could have been left quirkless," he mumbled.

"But you weren't. And if he goes near you again I'll fucking kill him. It was a targeted attack. I bet he knows," you spat out and then trailed off, feeling as tired as Enji.

"That you're his son?"

"Yeah."

"How?"

"Guess he has a more effective profiling quirk than I do."

Without warning, Enji's head dropped onto your shoulder. His eyes were closed.

"You'll hurt your neck if you sleep like that," you said, gently pulling his hair so he lifted his head again. He looked miffed and you snorted softly.

Reclining against the armrest of the couch, you patted your stomach. "Come on. Lie down."

Enji's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"It's fine. We're wearing socks."

"What's that got to do with anything?" He frowned as he said it, before sighing.

"I'm heavy."

"And I'm sturdy. Lie the fuck down, Enji."

He relented, plopping down onto your torso and curling on his side to fit on the couch.

"Comfortable?"

"Surprisingly, yes."

"Good. Sleep, asshole."

He scoffed. "You too, you prick."

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"Natsuo is Father okay?" Fuyumi asked, slightly panicked.

"Shhhhhh!" Natsuo whispered, leaning around the wall separating the kitchen and the living room.

Shouto stood in the hall, unabashedly staring into the living room.

Well, now Fuyumi had to see what they were looking at.

On the couch lay two figures, bathed in gentle afternoon light and fast asleep. Enji had shifted, his head propped in the crook of your neck. One of your arms was wrapped around his broad waist.