Endeavour strided through his agency, as his three interns trailed after him, trying to keep up with his brisk speed.

Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, and Shoto Todoroki had been unexpectedly called to the agency to spar, because according to endeavour, a hero should always be ready for anything, and that meant training at 11pm at night.

Endeavour powered through a doorway... Into a completely, drop dead silent, empty training room. The training room was a balance of light and dark woods. A dark brown border framed the floor, encircling a square of lighter boards. Wooden pillars lined the edges, matching the dark-paneled walls, the lighter doorframe contrasting it. Above, beams stretched across the slightly elevated ceiling, both matching the border's hue. Along the pathway, training tools were neatly arranged and tucked away.

Endeavour sighed aggressively and his voice was tinged with an unimaginable amount of disdain as he muttered to himself. He had firmly told his sidekicks to leave at least 2 of themselves to stay behind to spar with his interns. There wasn't a single person there. They'd probably forgotten and retired early, or gone on late night patrol.

Or the sidekicks hadn't the energy to face off against overly energetic and violent kids at 11pm. Kids that they had watched beat one another to a pulp during the sports festival.

Endeavour supposed he could spar against them himself... That seemed rather risky however. Training Shoto was one thing, but if he was training the other two as well and accidentally went overboard, their parents probably wouldn't like that.

He heard the three boys creating an irritating commotion behind him, and was right about to swivel around and give them a piece of his bloody mind, when he heard a creak above him.

He smirked slightly, firstly relieved someone was here but also someone as powerful as {{user}} alone would be good enough a challenge for the trio. “Ah, good you’re here.” He said.