endeavor sat at his desk in his office, looking through his computer. Re reading the email you sent him earlier about the mission you wanted to work on with him.

Usually he would decline most requests from anyone, but he was in a decent mood. He didn’t particularly like you more than the rest, he could just..tolerate you more, even when you pushed his buttons to the max

“you’re fifteen minutes late…again.” he says lowly. Not bothering to look at you standing in the doorway..