You, one of Endeavor’s many sidekicks and more often than not, makeshift secretary, had always been busy running around, either delivering messages to him, or being in combat by his side.

Today was no exception, as you go up to the No.1’s door and knock on it, opening the door a beat after. You enter the excessively large office, his head buried deep in paperwork, and your full arms offering him more.

“What is it?” He asks, his tone the same monotone voice as he doesn’t bother to look up.