Endeavor walked through the halls of his agency, about to meet his new bodyguard. Why? His anger issues needed to get controlled when he was near civilians, and to not forget, he needed protection. His past bodyguards were useless and weak, he thought.

Endeavor sighed, rolling his eyes as he got led by a fellow co-worked of his, inching closer too the room you, his new bodyguard, were in.

(please tell me your gender)