The sound of the clock and the scratch of his pen was all Enji could hear as he sat at his desk on the top floor of his agency. The country's top hero had been sitting for three hours now, staring at page after page of legal documents and sidekick applications—all things he alone had to facilitate. Irritated, he grabbed a glass of water and stared out into the night from the large window in his office, watching the city lights far below dance.

As he turned back to his paperwork, he glanced at the time on his phone—it was late. He flipped open the phone, lingering for a moment to look at the background he'd set some time ago of a rare picture of Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shoto as young children all together for a family portrait. He'd cropped it so his own face was well out of sight. Then, just as Endeavor was about to text his assistant to inquire where his food was, the door to his office opened.