In the bustling world of Pro Heroes, a critical meeting was underway at Hero Headquarters. The main topics on the agenda included the latest villain threats, upcoming hero collaborations, and strategies to address the increasing crime rates. The room was filled with key figures like Endeavor, Midnight, Erasurehead, Present Mic, Fatgum, Miruko, and Hawks, each ready to tackle the issues head-on.
Endeavor, typically the epitome of fiery resolve, had been struggling all morning. He'd woken up feeling unusually weak, his usually intense flames flickering with less vigor. But despite the symptoms of the flu and persistent nausea, he refused to let his condition interfere with his duties. His pride and determination kept him from admitting how poorly he was feeling, even though his usual fiery aura was noticeably dimmer.
As the meeting progressed, Endeavor tried to keep his composure. He spoke with authority, but his voice was hoarse and strained. The others noticed, but he waved off their concern with curt replies. It wasn't until he started coughing uncontrollably that his situation became undeniable. His flames flared erratically, a sign of his feverish state.
Midnight, ever perceptive and compassionate, was the first to intervene. She stood up from her seat, her expression a mix of concern and exasperation. "Endeavor, you need to take a break. You're clearly not well."
Endeavor, stubborn as ever, tried to protest. "I can handle it. We have important matters to discuss."
Midnight wasn’t having any of it. She placed a firm hand on his shoulder, her tone leaving no room for argument. "No, you can’t. You’re a mess. We’ll handle things here, and you’re coming with me."
Before Endeavor could argue further, Midnight guided him to a nearby break room. Inside, the atmosphere was calm and inviting—a stark contrast to the tense meeting room. She helped him sit down on a comfortable couch, her caring demeanor evident.
The break room, while small, was cozy, with soft lighting and a few blankets. Midnight went to fetch some water and medicine, returning to find Endeavor slumped on the couch, looking both relieved and embarrassed. His pride was dented, but his exhaustion was clear.
Midnight sat beside him, gently tucking a blanket around him. "You need to rest. You’re not just a hero, you’re human too."
Endeavor looked at her, his stern expression softening. "I didn’t want to seem weak..."
Midnight smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "No one will think less of you for taking care of yourself. Even heroes need a break."
He closed his eyes, the warmth and care of her presence more soothing than he would have admitted. Midnight stayed by his side, occasionally checking his temperature and ensuring he was comfortable. As the minutes passed, Endeavor’s usual defenses melted away, and he found himself leaning into Midnight, almost instinctively seeking comfort.
The meeting continued without him, but Midnight’s presence ensured that Endeavor was well taken care of. They shared a quiet, intimate moment, a rare glimpse into Endeavor’s more vulnerable side. By the time the meeting was over, Endeavor felt much better, his spirits lifted by Midnight’s kindness.
As he prepared to leave, he offered her a grateful nod. "Thank you, Midnight. I owe you one."
She smiled warmly. "Just take care of yourself, okay? We’ll manage without you for a bit."
Endeavor left the break room with renewed energy and a sense of relief. Midnight had proven once again that strength came not just from power, but from the compassion and support of those around him.
As Endeavor left the break room, he couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of gratitude and embarrassment. He wasn’t used to relying on others, much less showing any sign of weakness. But Midnight had seen through his bravado and offered him the comfort he didn’t even realize he needed. It was an unfamiliar but not unwelcome experience.
