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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ᵈⁱᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐ⁻ᵐᵉ ?


your eyes flutter open, the sun peeks through your shudders creating lines on the off-white walls. you're still in your office, you realize that much when you notice your desk, still stacked with unfinished paperwork, and your mentor happily snoring in his wheelchair.

you pick up your phone, which was thrown onto the ground the night before, to check the time. 5: 30 am, it reads. you walk out of the office to go to the bathroom, the office is eerily quiet and empty. you convince yourself because it was early, but their was a same voice in the back of your mind telling you it was something else.

something you'd never want to come to terms with.


***


you look like an absolute mess.

your hair was in disarray, the ends were sticking out and it was tangle beyond belief. your eyes were worse, all red and puffy. your dark circles were even more prominent, but you guessed that's what happens when you cry yourself to sleep. you splash your face with some cold water, hoping to wake yourself up from this utter nightmare. 

no such luck.

your phone buzzes, you quickly bring it up to your face. you got a message! you hoped it was shoto, of course, but deep down you felt scared. what if it turned out to be your worst case scenario, you wouldn't know what to do. nonetheless, you push down that fear, as you should, and open the damn thing.

it wasn't the worst case scenario you were thinking, but you might as well have put it on the list as one of them. 

because fucking endeavor texted you.


***


private chat with: the-left-side


the-left-side:

I am arriving now.

Fill out the necessary paperwork from last night's incidents.

and I have gotten notice of the police force sending an official press statement.

Sign off on it in my name.


L/n-senpai:

Is that seriously all you have to say to me, right now?


the-left-side:

Yes. 

*raises perfectly shaped fire-eyebrow*


L/n-senpai:

I can't fucking deal with this right now.

Where's Shoto?


the-left-side:

Shoto?


L/n-senpai:

Yes, tell me he's okay.


the-left-side:

Well, yes he's fine-


L/n-senpai:

Where is he?


the-left-side:

I don't see why that concerns you.


L/n-senpai:

I swear to god Endeavor I will quit

and then punch you in the nose.

Where is Shoto?!


the-left-side:

Wait, that seems rather rash.


L/n-senpai:

I. 

Will. 

Quit.


the-left-side:

He's in the hospital.

He sustained some injuries, but he's getting treated-


L/n-senpai:

Which hospital?


the-left-side:

Why are you so persistent-


L/n-senpai:

I don't remember stuttering.


the-left-side:

Hosu General Hospital.

Now, can you answer why this is so important?


L/n-senpai:

You're driving me there.


the-left-side:

Excuse me?

You dare demand me to-


L/n-senpai:

I don't care who drives me.

A car is faster than a train and 

there isn't a train that stops in Hosu for another 45 mins.

Either you drive me there yourself.

Or you're going to get someone who will.


the-left-side:

There is no possible way that I will allow-


L/n-senpai:

I can see your car coming up now.

Meet me in 5 mins.


the-left-side:

Listen here L/n-

No!

This isn't finished get back online!

...

stupid children 

*sighs*


***


"i'm leaving to see, shoto." you say as you drape a knitted blanket over your mentor's chair. "click the button on the side of your chair and one of the assistants will come, okay?"

"okay, himi-" he covers his mouth, coughing violently into it. you quickly grab a cup that was filled with some juice, cranberry, and gave it to the old man. "ack-th-thank you, akuma."

"akuma?" the name was oddly cruel, especially if he was saying that to the person he mistaken you for (he seems to say that person's normal name fondly.)

"of course, don't you remember, himi-chan?" you grin at the irony, struggling to contain a laugh, but you don't interrupt the man. "those mean kids used to pick on with the name, but i quite like the name, so i wanted to turn into into a nice thing i call ya."

"oh, alright, thank you sir. also, take the cup, in case you start coughing again, and you can watch the t.v. with the remote." he smiles sheepishly, while you giving him a nod with a weary smile. "i'll be back soon, old timer."

"have fun, himi-chan." he waves, he coughs a little more, but then clears his throat. "if anyone says anything mean, tell 'em they're dead meat." he laughs wholeheartedly, although it comes out more as a wheeze. 

"of course, sir." you softly chuckle.


***


you see a car that was completely blacked out, windows and all, stop in front of you. you immediately open the passenger seat door, knowing end-creeper gave into your demands. you open the sleek car's handle setting your bag at your feet, not paying attention to whoever was driving as you assumed it would just be one of his many drivers. 

but, no.

"the least you could do is greet the person who is graciously driving you, even after such a childish tantrum." he says bitterly.

you look up and it's him, endeavor in all his glory, looking extremely squished in the driver's seat of the car you were sitting in.

you blink owlishly at him for two reasons. 

one, you knew someone was going to drive you, but never in a million years did you think endeavor would do it himself. 

and two, how the fuck did he fit, the man is 195 cm (6'4, almost 6'5).

"uh, you're driving me?"

he glares at you with a side glance, "is that not obvious with me being in the car with you?"

the silence was deafening, the awkwardness made your skin crawl. you've never been rendered speechless in any situation involving your boss, but now any words you could've said were out the window. all because of his kindness?

"i just, well, i don't understand why you are driving me." you look forward, trying to keep him out of your sight, but he was still in your peripheral making you tense. childish and bitchy endeavor you could handle, but kind and considerate endeavor. yeah, fuck no. "i thought you'd get one of the drivers to drive me."

endeavor visibly grows rigid, he grips the steering-wheel a little tighter when he makes another turn. it seems as if he just realized something. "um well-your text said uhh..."

"yeah, but i never expected you to listen so diligently." you wanted to laugh, you really did. you knew he'd give in to what you wanted, but he just listened to what you said like it was a direct order. 

the pure satisfaction plasters itself on your face, now that you know you held authority over endeavor didn't sit well with him. and as the period of silence grew, so did your smugness along with endeavor's anger.

"if you wanted to see my son so badly, the bare minimum is that you'd look at least somewhat presentable." he taunts, your eyebrows furrow at his jab. you sit there for a moment and when en-dumber looks as though he won the prize for greatest insult, you knew.

you flip down the car mirror and see exactly what you saw this morning. a train wreck. if you could've been anywhere it definitely wouldn't be here.

in a cramp car untangling your hair with your fingers as endeavor laughs inwardly at your poor attempt of looking nice for his son. 

you were no doubt in your personal hell.


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