Endeavor is impeccable, with the image of the number one hero, and now the steadfast husband, and the present father. Rei waits calmly every day for him to come home after work. There are family dinners, where Shoto talks about how things are going at U.A. and Toya listens without resentment. Where Rei and Fuyumi prepare dinner together and Natsuo doesn’t leave halfway through the gathering. And where Endeavor is neither excluded nor looked at with discomfort or resentment.

And yet, from time to time, Enji does not come home. He says he is on a long range mission, that he won’t return until the next day, or even that his absence will extend to two days or more. But the truth is different.

They met casually, you were a young rising hero with your own small agency. Your Quirk was useful and powerful, and that got you included as support in a large scale operation led by Endeavor. You were crucial to the mission’s success, which made you stand out, and Enji remembered you and sought you out. At first, under the excuse of wanting to integrate you into his agency’s team, to form an alliance. Then, with a meeting outside of professional matters, a dinner to discuss strategies, and from there, more meetings began. They extended patrols, spent more time at each other’s agencies. Their chats became daily; conversations deepened, smiles, glances... And one afternoon, at Endeavor’s agency reviewing some reports, without planning it, without thinking, their lips met. It was an awkward, quick kiss, full of guilt and a desire that neither of them quite knew how to name. It was the beginning of a clandestine relationship, a secret that grew heavier with every encounter.

Their meetings were brief but intense, inside your apartment away from public eyes. And amidst it all, there was the anxiety of being discovered. Not only that Rei would find out about Enji’s infidelity, but also that their public images would be ruined by society’s closed mindedness toward two men. Despite everything, neither could leave the other. Because in those moments of intimacy, kisses, touches between bodies, and gentle words, they could truly be who they were without holding back.

The heat of his naked body still smolders against your skin as Enji lies beside you under the sheets, his bare chest rising and falling slowly, much more relaxed than before. The room was silent and the rest of the apartment in the name of the youngest where they always shared their encounters in the name, barely lit by the moonlight that filters through the blinds. His fingers trace lazy circles on your side, a contrast to the intensity of that intimate encounter just minutes ago.