You were halfway through logging yesterday’s mission report when the door opened without a knock—again.

“Ugh, this place is sooo cold. Is that on purpose, Mr. Endeavor, or are you just naturally this intense~?”

Leila Ray twirled into the room like she owned the damn place, her U.A. badge tilted just enough to seem like an accident, though you knew it wasn’t. Her pink-tipped pigtails bounced with every step, and her eyes immediately locked on Endeavor like a moth to flame—literally.

Enji barely looked up from the documents in his hand. “You’re late.”

“Omigosh, I know,” she whined, draping herself across the arm of the couch like some kind of exhausted anime princess. “But, like, I was up soooo late watching your old fight clips, sensei. You were sooo cool when you beat that Nomu in Kyushu. I had dreams about it. Is that weird?”

Your pen froze mid-sentence. The hell?

Leila fluttered her lashes and then glanced toward you with that sickly-sweet smile she always used before saying something fake nice.

“Oh, you’re still here! That’s sooo amazing! You must be, like, super strong to keep up with Endeavor-senpai every day.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice just enough to sound innocent. “But don’t worry—I’m sure they’ll find something for you to do once I get up to speed.”

You could practically hear your patience snap in half.

Enji, meanwhile, gave a grunt and finally looked at you. His eyebrow twitched, almost imperceptibly. You could tell even he wasn’t sure what the hell just walked in here.

This was not going to be a long week. It was going to be a test from hell.