After Hours

The night sky was dark with an approaching storm, lightening shimmering in the distance, still too far away for thunder to be heard. Endeavor's cold, expansive office was filled with shadows. Red lights from the streets below were cast up into the colossal windows. A fight had broken out just below the agency, and with the heroes gone for the day, the police had arrived, lights flashing from red to blue as they pieced together what happened. Your fingers pressed against the cold glass, watching the scenes in the distance as you pondered your own situations.

Endeavor was on the phone behind you, elbow on his desk as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. You gripped the report tucked into your arms that was waiting for his eyes only. His voice behind you was hushed like smoldering coals, breath husky and tired from a long day. You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining what his voice would sound like against your hair, whispered hotly against your neck.

You'd worked for Endeavor as a hero in his agency for well over a year now, and from the very beginning he made it evident that he valued you a little differently than his other heroes and sidekicks.

You noticed rather early in your career at the Endeavor Agency that the man in charge was very attentive to you. At first, you assumed it was because you were young and inexperienced, and that he was accompanying you on raids and missions in order to be a hand to hold. However, you learned rather quickly that he—the number one hero—was with you because he was impressed. He liked to watch you in action, to feel your power like he was experiencing an exhibition of a quirk that he hand-picked for his agency. Soon, you were his official sidekick, and he wanted you by his side on every mission. He desired to always have you within an arm's reach, quite literally...because Endeavor loved to touch you.

His touches started out innocently enough. At first, it was a brush of his amazingly large fingers as he passed you, skimming across your upper arm and sending unexpected shivers down your body. Then it was a hand on your shoulder during press conferences, thumb circling over your skin. Soon, it was whenever he pleased: a hand on your lower back as you stood next to him, a tug on your hip when he wanted you closer, or to move you out of his way, a palm against your knee when he sat next to you. He even became tactile with you during missions. He would jerk you out of the way of a villain's reach, hands lingering longer than they needed to, and he even pulled you behind him by your hand, becoming an actual hand to hold during hero work.

Lightening flashed closer in the sky, thunder finally booming and jolting you from your thoughts. You shook your head, trying to make sense of the feelings that were starting to bloom within your gut. You loved how he touched you, even to the point of reciprocating with a few well-placed hands of your own. You wanted more than those simple touches, but Enji was a hard man to read. It was questionable as to what his touches meant; they could be innocuous, possessive, lusty, you had no fucking idea.

A gruff sigh sounded behind you as Endeavor ended his phone call, his gravelly words fading into the shadows of the office. You peered over your shoulder, catching the flaming gaze across the room.

"Come here."

You complied, speaking as you strolled towards his desk, "These came for you earlier today from the Commission. Apparently they have a whole new villain case that they want you to take over."

His fingers brushed over yours as you handed him the sealed envelope. The exceptionally large man leaned back in his office chair, eyeing you as you took a seat on the corner of his desk.

"Figures," he scoffed, "I never get to have much fun anymore."

He flipped through the pages of the document hastily, tossing the packet onto the desk with disdain after a few moments. He stretched his arms behind his head, muscles rolling underneath his simmering hero suit. The flames were low, barely noticeable, and the embers around his lips and chin extinguished. He kept the flames burning around his eyes. And those eyes were focused on you.