A Spy Among Them (ShinsoxBakugoxDabixAizawaxReader and more..)

Ch. 23 Maybe We Deserve Each Other

That weekend, I started typing up my notes from the week to send in. 

I left my tv on as background noise, and I wasn't paying much attention to it until I heard someone say Endeavor's name.

"....Number one hero Endeavor's office has been consumed in flames.."

I'm sorry, what?

I immediately stopped typing.

A reporter was describing the scene downtown around Endeavor's office. The news showed footage of Endeavor furiously stomping around the destruction ordering people here and there. I was very familiar with that look of focus, and while it terrified me to think that something had happened to him or his agency, I was also relieved that he seemed mostly unharmed. Even though the building behind him looked burned and destroyed, the number one hero didn't seem any worse for wear.

From the looks of it, Endeavor's building had been almost completely demolished. No current leads on the arsonists, said the reporter, but firefighters were on the scene putting out the flames. When the camera panned to area around his office, showing the destruction around it, something felt wrong.

Those were not all Endeavor's fires or explosions. Some of those flames were blue.

Oh crap. Shoto had told me that he was supposed to be at his dad's office today. I got out my phone and called him, no answer.

I sent a text: I saw the news – you ok?

Shoto: Yes

A man of few words. At least I knew that both he and Endeavor were all right. There was nothing I could do, and from what I saw on tv of him stomping around, I was definitely not going to reach out to Endeavor. I hadn't heard from him in days, which felt.. weird.

I briefly considered calling Hawks. I still had his card, but I hadn't used it yet. Something told me that once I started down that road, there was no turning back.

Instead, I didn't call anyone, and I hit send on my files, uploading them to the private server they had set up for this purpose.

I always felt a little greasy after sending in my notes, so I decided to go for a run to clear my head. I was gone for about an hour, and it was almost dark by the time I got home.

When I opened my apartment door, the last person I expected to see was standing in my kitchen, barking orders into a cell phone. He was dirty, his clothing ripped in a few places. I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, but he was in one piece, one huge piece. He saw me and tossed the phone on the counter.

"You're okay!" I shouted at him.

"Of course I'm okay," he grumbled, picking me up in a gigantic hug that lifted me off the ground. "Were you worried?"

"Do you want me to be worried?" I asked.

"I want you to be naked."

I chuckled. "What else is new?" Leaning down to my level, he started kissing into the crook of my neck. "Hey..." I began.

"Hm?" he grunted, nipping at the side of my neck

His hands snaked under my shirt, finger nails digging into my back. 

"I need to finish something," I told him, touching a few of the burn marks on his arms. "Go in my room and I'll be there in a sec."

"Mmm. Don't take too long," he said, letting me go and going into my bedroom.

Truthfully, I didn't have anything I needed to do. I just needed a minute to myself before dealing with... all that.

My mind was in a thousand places at once. 

I wasn't throwing a pity party, because as sleazy as my job felt at times, there were definite perks. I'd been 17 and homeless when this thing started and this man and his agency were paying for everything – my clothes, my food, my apartment – and so I had a part to play. 

I'm going to save lives, he'd told me. My information could lead to the break they need to help protect students and heroes. That's what he said, but I seemed to be failing at that.

Because I had all of zero information.

I still had Hawks number, so that option was still on the table.

But calling him meant dealing with all of that.

I walked back into my bedroom and wasn't prepared for what I saw.

The number one hero was fast asleep on my bed.

He was still fully clothed and hadn't even bothered getting under the blankets. I breathed a sigh of relief. 

Here, just after a huge tragedy had destroyed his agency, injuring numerous civilians and heroes, his first place to go was my apartment. Was this because he wanted sex, wanted me, or because he had no where else to go? I think I knew the answer.

But I also knew what it was like to be alone, to have no one who truly knew you. I had to acknowledge that the difference here was that he actually had a family, and an awesome son, but he had messed it all up. And he knew it. Unlike me, he at least has a chance to work things out. I would never be able to call my family or invite them over for dinner; he still could do those things with Shoto and his other kids. But he didn't. He had long ago betrayed the trust of his family, while I was betraying pretty much everyone every day.

Maybe we deserved each other.

I sighed and climbed on the bed next to him.