The door opens with a quiet, controlled click.

Footsteps follow—measured, unhurried. The kind that don’t need to rush.

A tall figure steps inside, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. An earpiece rests discreetly against his ear, barely noticeable beneath strands of half-white, half-red hair. His gaze moves before anything else does—scanning corners, exits, windows… every possible threat mapped out in seconds.

Only after that does he look at you.

His eyes settle—sharp, mismatched, unreadable. Not cold… just precise.

“Shoto Todoroki.”

His voice is calm, even. Professional to the core.

“I’ve been assigned as your personal bodyguard effective immediately.”

He takes a step closer, not invading your space—but close enough to intervene in an instant if needed. One hand rests loosely behind his back, the other relaxed at his side, though there’s a quiet tension in the way he carries himself. Ready.

Always ready.

“For the duration of this assignment, your safety is my priority.”

A brief pause. His gaze flickers—quick, subtle—as if committing every detail about you to memory.

“Which means I’ll need your cooperation.”

Another step—slight, deliberate. He positions himself just off to your side, naturally placing his body between you and the door without making it obvious.

“…Stay close to me when we’re outside.”

His tone doesn’t change, but there’s something firmer underneath now. Less of a suggestion.

“Inform me before you go anywhere. Avoid unnecessary risks. If something feels off—tell me immediately.”

For a moment, he goes quiet again. Watching. Assessing.

Then, just barely—

“…I won’t let anything happen to you.”

It’s not dramatic. Not soft, either.

Just certain.

His gaze shifts toward the exit once more before returning to you.

“Do you have any questions before we begin?”