Delinquents | bk.

[16] - Judicator

FOR THE EYES

"Are you sure you don't need me to wheel your bags for you?" Todoroki asks for the third time in the past six minutes, "I understand that not all of your injuries are healed, and you still have an obvious black eye—"

"I can carry my own bags, Shouto!" you snap, then look away, "My eye doesn't hurt when I'm using my damn hands."

"Right, sorry—"

"Stop apologising, I'm sick of hearing it." Then you are forced to curve away from Todoroki when a hurried man in a tux comes jogging through the middle of you. "Damn, people are so—"

The tip of your boot had been stumped against a brick in the floor that was protruding upwards.

Immediately your whole body is thrown forward, until you bound into the hard floor and a wave of pain takes it's coarse around your body.

"Y/N! Are you alright?" He inquires, dropping his bags and leaning down to help you up as fast as he can. "Here."

You roll away from him, onto your back with your eyes squished shut, clutching your chest in agony.

"My fuckin' tit!"

Todoroki couldn't help but tumble back onto his back when you said that, using his hand to desperately cover the fluster that quickly consumed his face.

Somehow, the situation had escalated from a 2, to a solid 87.

Todoroki—in the spare of the moment—couldn't gather his composure, as he struggled to keep himself together.

You didn't pay attention to that, you were suffering in crippling agony in your chest.

Suddenly, hands slip under your knees, and at your shoulders, lifting you off the ground. Both you and Todoroki hold your breathing, and look up at the man who was towering over you.

"Come now," he says sternly, obviously beyond angry, but he kept his fiery face plain, "Must you embarrass me everywhere you go, Shouto?"

Endeavour was the man carrying you.

Astonishingly, all the pain you were just feeling seemed to evaporate into pressing fear.

"Get her bags, Shouto."

You can't hold eye contact with the man, you're terrified he'll recognise you from when you just about defeated him in one-on-one battle. "I-I can carry my bags..."

"I'll take you somewhere to get your knee patched up. Hurry up, Shouto. People are staring."

The man walks into the crowd, but it's different from when it was just you and Shouto. This time, people part the way to let Endeavour through, and Todoroki struggled to keep pace with him, carrying all his bags with the new addition of all of yours.

"Really, it's nothing-"

"Let's move. The chaperone is waiting."

That got you thinking—how on earth does Endeavour carry people in need when his body is constantly on fire? Sure, it doesn't phase you, but anyone else would be screaming in pain, right?

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"Damn, this room is stupid big."

You had put your bags on the floor. Currently rooming in the Endeavour Agency building, you were given a guest room for your week-long stay.

It was rather overwhelming.

Living in the slums for most of your life, jumping across roofs instead of sleeping—you'd definitely never stayed anywhere so luxurious. It was eye opening, for you.

WHAT THE FUCK THE TOILET-PAPER HOLDER IS MADE OF PURE GOLD?!

The benches were made of marble, gold lines almost every surface for that extra fuck you, poor-ass.

There were decorative plants on the benches, a beautiful window, a king-sized bed. There were beautiful authentic carpets, even a red-leather couch, in front of a TV.

You didn't even know they made TVs that big.

You halt in your tracks, when you hear a knock at your incredibly large door. You walk over, opening it up, and meet eyes with Todoroki, who had changed into his hero costume, to your epiphany.

"Shouto?"

"Yes, I regret to inform you that we have expectations to carry out today," he says quietly, keeping his posture strong, "My father has decided that we will patrol the city today, just you and I, on a authentic patrol."

You don't show much of an expression, "Okay."

He hesitates, inspecting you, "Do you trust you're in okay condition for a patrol? Your injuries—"

"I'm good." you interrupted, shrugging, "Do I get changed now?"

"Do you have a hero costume accustomed to your quirk?"

"A suit. Just a suit, nothing heroic about it."

He nods, "Well, yes. We'll head out in an hour. I hope you can prepare yourself in that time."

"Sure," you finish, closing the door in his face gently, "See you then."

You slip off your shoes and wander to your bed, where you had left the briefcase. You reach for the lock, and try to click it open before a small grunt echoes from the case.

"Please scan finger for user identification."

Fucks sake, Aizawa. Really?!

You press your thumb onto the small green surface, and it beeps a high-pitched tone, before the case opens itself. You quickly reach in, and pull out a black bodysuit.

Shrugging your shoulders, you start to unbutton your shirt.

Quirk/Suit explanation coming next chapter. I'll also sum up anything confusing.

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