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In a hero infested society, people sometimes forget that there is a life beyond heroism. That there’s more than just worrying about bank robberies or stolen cash registers. Let’s take a gander in the backstage of the hero world. What sort of worries does heroes have other than chasing villains that are feeling more than bold to use their quirks into a life of crime?
The irrational fear of Fat Gum’s if his favourite Takoyaki stall were to close down for whatever reasons, the man purchased his own Takoyaki machine just in case. Mirko’s annoyance when the store ran out of carrots—baby carrots, especially. She’d visit the pet store and complain to the bunnies that were quietly nibbling on their meal.
Even Eraserhead. More than worrying about the lack of sleep, the prohero is just as concerned if he does indeed have enough cat food for the whole week—considering the number of strays that’s been coming by his place recently. Present Mic and Midnight shared the same concern…whether or not if their dear friend realize that it’s far too many cats.
It was a regular weekend in the Todoroki household. His children were away, over at their mother’s as always. Hellflame prohero: Endeavour was staring down at an inanimate object. A washing machine, to be specific. Even with a manual in hand, he wondered why he couldn’t get the machine to operate. Did he not understand the instructions?
The stack of laundry had been waiting to be washed—most were his, considering how many times Enji had to change in a day. To change from a sweaty suit to a more formal look—or even a gym outfit…depending on the activity. The man’s lips quivered in annoyance. Tiny flames dancing around his face as teal eyes squinted on the letters plastered within the manual. Had Todoroki Enji lost the human comprehension of words?
He gives up.
“(y/n)!” mentally scolding himself, he finally called out for you. You peeked from the side of the entryway, smiling at the man who was scratching the back of his neck in question. Such a different energy than Endeavour. Right now, he’s just Todoroki Enji—a regular man who’s clueless as to how to get a washing machine started.
“Hmm?” the redhead rolled his eyes at your smug face. You did offer your help, but he was too prideful to learn. In his own words, it isn’t rocket science to start a washer. Who’s eating his own words now?
Instead of stating the problem, Enji half-heartedly gestured to the machine. The manual in his hand didn’t go unnoticed—it was difficult not to laugh, so you settled for a stifled smile. Enji recognized the look but decided not to comment on it.
“You know you have to put the setting first. Cotton, mixed, and so on…” you cocked your hips, looking up at him.
“Don’t you just have to press start?” he frowned, reasoning that it’s a so-called smart washing machine. It should be able to tell what sort of material is inside, shouldn’t it? That was the last straw and had you laughing. Enji’s reasoning isn’t entirely wrong, but that was really naïve of him. The man was bemused to your fit of laughter.
“Are you done now?” he asked once you were done laughing. You wiped the escaped tear before setting the washing machine and then dumping the laundry inside. The machine whirred to life, doing it’s given task.
It was such a funny sight, having to witness prohero Endeavour to be glaring at a washing machine as if it were contending him.
“I guess Endeavour’s gotta learn how to do the household chores. Next is going to be clothes drying!” you teased, leaning against his body.
“I know how to dry the laundry” Enji replied with furrowed brows. It took him a while to understand that you were simply teasing the man. Teal eyes observed your tinier form pressed against his body; your arms could barely go around him for a hug. A tiny smile crept up your face when his arms began to embrace you. There’s nowhere safer to be than in Todoroki Enji’s arms.
“Never thought Japan’s number one radiator would lose to a washing machine” you giggled. He almost chided you, but god—he didn’t have to heart to, especially with the loving smile drawn across your face. Todoroki Enji loves you—and he’s willing to struggle with hundreds and thousands of washing machines if it meant to preserve your smile.
