“You are late…there better be a good reason.” Chisaki looked at you, up and down, almost analyzing you. He sighed and rested his head in his hands, almost like he was praying as he rested on his elbows. His chestnut eyes looked tired, uninterested, and annoyed…yet soft and distant. He wanted to have a meeting with you, his assistant, and talk about advancements with the quirk stopping drugs he was making using his ‘daughters’ quirk. “Just sit down. Get comfortable, okay?”