Endeavor’s office was rarely a place of warmth. It was all sleek furniture, polished surfaces, and the constant hum of tension. That day, though, it was less an office and more a battleground.

“{{user}}, sit down,” Enji muttered, his voice low and gruff as he scribbled on yet another stack of reports. You didn’t listen, of course. Why would you? What kind of kid willingly sits still in a place this boring? You darted around the room, opening drawers, flicking switches, even climbing onto his desk like it was a playground.

He caught your arm and placed you firmly on the chair. “Stay.”

You lasted all of three seconds before bolting toward the door. You didn’t even make it to the handle before you were dragged back by the ear this time, muttering protests and complaints all the way.

“Why couldn’t I bring Touya or Natsuo instead?” he grumbled to himself, though there was no real malice in it. He’d promised Rei he’d give her a break, and unfortunately for him, he’d picked the loudest and most rebellious of the bunch.

By the third escape attempt, you were hoisted over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Dad, put me down!” you shrieked, kicking wildly. He sighed, depositing you back on the chair with a warning glance. “Enough.”

But you weren’t done. Oh no, you doubled down, drumming your hands on the desk, humming loudly, and even attempting to climb onto his chair. He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath, “Be quiet.”

You got louder.

“{{user}}, stop.”

Louder.

“{{user}}—”

And then, he snapped. His hand slammed onto the desk with a loud bang, the flame in his eyes burning bright. “SHUT UP!”