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"You want me to what?"
Burnin gave Enji a huge smile. "It's my birthday party and I want you there. I've invited the other sidekicks, along with a few other pro heroes."
He rubbed his temples with his hand. "You and the rest of the 20-something heroes. That sounds like a nightmare."
"Hey, you like Hawks and Miruko! And Kamui Woods and Best Jeanist, too!"
"I tolerate them."
She rolled her eyes. "Just come for a little bit. There will be cake and alcohol."
"I don't like sweets." Enji was determined to draw this out as long as possible, despite the fact that he knew he'd be goaded into coming.
"Oh my god, maybe that's why you're such a grump! It's this Saturday at my house. Be there at 9."
He stared at her. "In the morning?"
She scoffed. "Of course not."
Enji wasn't sure which one was worse. "Should I bring anything?"
"Ummmm, there's one more thing." She shuffled her feet. "It's an overnight pajama party so wear your pajamas."
Flashbacks of Fuyumi's one and only sleepover flew through Enji's mind. "You're having a slumber party."
"You don't have to stay the night, Endeavor! Just come for like, an hour and wear something comfortable."
"This hardly seems appropriate for professional heroes."
"You and I both know how much fun heroes have with each other away from the general public. Promise you'll make it."
He sighed. "Fine but if anyone tries to take a picture of me at your party I will set their phone on fire."
She held out her hand and shook his. "Deal."
**
Enji had settled on a comfortable pair of pants and a t-shirt. He didn't want anyone seeing him looking ridiculous so he wore a trench coat to hide it. Squinting at the house numbers, he managed to find the door to Burnin's apartment.
Music was already thumping inside with people talking and laughing. He knocked several times but no one responded. Eventually, Enji opened the door.
The laughter faded as they saw him in the doorway. Eventually, Burnin bounded over to him. "Endeavor! It's so good to see you! Come on, we're just about to play Seven Minutes in Heaven!"
He stared at her in shock, trying to keep his jaw from dropping. "I hardly think that's appropriate."
"Relax, you're divorced now, right?"
"That's not the point."
Everyone greeted him and cheered as he unbuttoned his trench coat, revealing his ridiculous outfit. He didn't make eye contact with anyone, having no interest in seeing people twenty years his junior in their pajamas.
Burnin handed him a shot glass filled with something, then lit it on fire. "You gotta take a Burnin Shot in honor of my birthday!"
He threw it back, savoring the burn of the liquor in the back of his throat. Hopefully, that would help ease some of his discomfort of being by far the oldest person at this party.
She pushed him into the group and grinned. He watched as she rummaged around on the counter, then turned around to the group. "The two of us who draw the short straws get to go into my bathroom and...do whatever they'd like for seven minutes. And none of us are allowed to ask about it."
Miruko groaned. "Hearing all the dirty details is the best part."
"Plausible deniability is important in our line of work." Mt. Lady nudged her.
The group all drew the straws from Burnin's hand until Enji was the only one who hadn't taken one. Everyone immediately began to groan in protest. He glared at them and took one of the two straws left in Burnin's hand. The odds were in his favor, anyway.
He stared at the cut off straw in his enormous hand.
"Holy shit."
The group looked at Hawks, who was holding a small straw, then collectively turned to Enji. They immediately burst into laughter.
"Number One and Number Two!" Miruko cackled and slung her arm around Enji.
He considered turning and leaving but decided against it. The teasing was unbearable but Hawks wasn't the worst person to be locked in a bathroom with. In fact, he was the only one besides Burnin he actually liked.
Hawks shrugged. "We just go into the bathroom for seven minutes? I never played any of these games so I don't know the rules."
"Yep and keep the lights out. You know, for ambiance." Mt. Lady let out a giggle.
They walked into the bathroom together. Enji jumped as the door slammed behind them, sending them into darkness.
He leaned against the counter. "Why are grown adults with jobs and houses playing childish games like this?"
Hawks sat on the toilet. "Apparently, it's a fad."
"You're wearing Endeavor pajamas."
"You noticed." Hawks let out a chuckle. "Uh, yeah, I was a big fan. I thought everyone would get a kick out of it. And I didn't expect you to actually show."
"Was?"
"Huh?"
"You said, 'was.' You're not a fan anymore?"
The strip of light under the door was enough for Enji to make out the look of surprise on Hawks's face. It morphed into a grin. "Fine. I'm still a fan of The Flame Hero, Endeavor. "
It was a confirmation of something he already knew but it still felt nice to hear it said out loud. While it was becoming less common as he settled into his position of Number One, he was sick of always coming in second to All Might.
"You never played Seven Minutes in Heaven?"
Hawks snorted. "Sure, with all my free time the Commission gave me. Did you?"
"Of course. It's an unofficial UA hero course tradition." Enji thought back to his high school days of locking his classmates in closets after sneaking bottles of their parent's liquor into each other's bedrooms.
"I find it hard to picture you making out with anyone."
"It's been a long time."
"Well, maybe you could show me what I missed out on." Hawks winked at Enji. "Kidding."
Hawks was young and attractive; Enji wasn't blind. He hadn't kissed anyone in years and here they were, locked in a dark bathroom. "I accept your proposition."
He burst into nervous laughter. "You show up to Burnin's birthday party, where I'm wearing your merchandise. We end up playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, and now you want to kiss me? I'm pretty sure this was literally a fantasy I had when I was 14."
"Get over here before I change my mind."
Hawks stood, moving right in front of Enji. He cupped Hawks's cheek, noticing how much larger he was even leaning back. Enji shifted forward, drawing their faces closer.
Despite the dark, Enji could still see a blush over Hawks's cheeks. His skin was warm, lips slightly parted as they made eye contact. Enji bent down and captured Hawks's lips, unsure of how deeply to kiss him. Hawks responded hesitantly, slightly parting his lips, leaning into Enji's hand.
It was nice. Enji parted his lips more, hoping Hawks could take the hint. He did and soon, Enji felt the press of Hawks's tongue against his.
Arousal pooled in his stomach and he tugged Hawks closer, tangling his fingers in his hair as they made out. Once Enji had made it clear to Hawks he wasn't going to pull away, Hawks dove in, deepening the kiss, licking into his mouth.
A moan escaped Enji's throat and Hawks shivered, throwing his arms around Enji, pressing their bodies together. Enji ran his hands down Hawks's back, pausing at his tailbone before feeling the curve of his ass and squeezing.
This was highly unprofessional but in that moment in Burnin's bathroom, Enji didn't give a shit about propriety. He was kissing a beautiful young man whose erection was pressing into his leg shamelessly.
Enji pulled away, trying to catch his breath. "Here."
He sat on the counter and tugged Hawks forward, having him straddle Enji's hips. The bathroom was small but Hawks was so small he fit without too much adjusting.
The thin material of their pajamas made it easy to rub their cocks together as they started kissing again. Hawks rolled his hips into Enji, settling into a rhythm as Enji held him tightly. Enji broke the kiss and gave attention to Hawks's neck, alternating kisses and bites on his soft skin.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cream my pants." Hawks let out a moan and leaned forward.
Enji kept up their pace. A deviant voice in his head wanted to see Hawks messing his Endeavor pajamas, having to go back to the party looking completely wrecked.
He wasn't sure what happened but when Hawks buried his face into Enji's chest as he hit his climax, a clanging sound echoed in the bathroom. His hero instincts kicked in and he held Hawks tightly as he looked around for the source for the sound.
Hawks started to giggle. "Endeavor, the sink."
The faucet had been completely ripped off in their proclivities, sitting sideways on the counter as water dripped into the sink.
Enji stood up, starting to come back to the reality of the situation. "I've had enough of this."
Hawks's wings drooped. "Right. Sorry, I got a little carried away."
"What I mean is I've had enough of humping like high school kids at a party when I have a perfectly fine bed in my home. Come home with me."
"Oh." Hawks grinned. "You think Burnin will be okay with that?"
"I don't care."
He grabbed the door handle and flung it open, striding out. Everyone at the party started to complain that it hadn't been seven minutes until they got a look at what must have been ample evidence of what happened in the bathroom.
"Hawks and I are leaving. Happy birthday, Burnin. Don't ever invite me to a party again."
As Enji opened the door, Hawks turned and gave a shrug to the group. "Um, Burnin, you got a leak in there. You might want to get that fixed."
Enji snorted and dragged him out of the apartment.
FIN