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Once I turned my bike off, Connor climbed off, and stretched. I climbed off, too, and grabbed his hand, leading him to the door. My house wasn't anything special. Just a two-story, brick house, with the usual windows. There was a small balcony, but nothing grand, or expensive. "Wow. You pay the bills for this place?" He asked me, taking off his helmet as I opened the door. I then places my helmet on the table just off to the left, and he did the same. "Yeah. I work three jobs, but hey, it's not so bad-" "You work three jobs on top of being a student at a hero university?!" He exclaimed, eyes wide. "Yeah. However, I told my bosses that I was taking a vacation so I could be at the university. I'm still getting paid, and I used to come back here every few days to get ahead of my bills. It's not so bad." I went into the kitchen, and grabbed myself a coke. "Once you learn to live on your own, you get into this routine, and you become used to it." Strong arms wrapped around my waist, and I almost startled, but I knew it was Connor. He rested his chin on my shoulder. "I bet it's been hard on you for a while now, doing everything alone." I took a sip of my drink. "Not really." "You know what? Starting right now, I'm going to help you any way I can." I gave a soft smile. "Babe, that's really sweet, but I promise-" "Working three jobs makes you exhausted. It takes your energy, puts your mental health in a not so good state, and can cause other problems. So, I'm helping." "But-" "No buts. Now, let's relax, yeah?" I sighed. I knew I couldn't argue with him about it, so we went to the couch, and I turned the TV on. Connor kept an arm around my shoulders, and I rested my head on his shoulder, then listened to the news. "A few months ago, this young man here claimed that he would turn himself in if this young lady here could beat him." There was a picture of Connor up in the left corner, smirking, and a picture of me in the upper right corner. "But no one's seen him. And the young hero hasn't reported anything. Authorities are looking for this man, and are telling citizens to keep an eye out-" Connor suddenly grabbed the remote, turned the TV off, and played with my hair. "Connor?" I asked him, making my voice sound calm and collected when, really, I was pissed. "Yes, darling?" "Why didn't you tell me about this?" "Tell you about what?" "Oh, look who's trying to play innocent here. Why didn't you tell me that the police are still looking for you?" He sighed. "I just...you've been through enough already. I didn't want you to worry about me. And, if I turned myself in, the police would start asking you questions, and I didn't want that-" "Connor, if you had told me, babe-" I said, twisting around in his arm to face him, and cup his cheek. "I would've told them you were killed in the Battle. Then there wouldn't be any questions. Then no one would have to worry. Then I could've protected you. Could've hidden you here, with me, until it was time for us to go back to the university." Connor smirked, and leaned downward to kiss me, placing one hand on the back of my neck, and the other on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and smirked into the kiss, before letting out a startled gasp when he wrapped my legs around his waist, and stood. He pulled away, and whispered into my ear, "Let's take this to the bedroom."