Description

His voice, a roaring inferno of pure rage, is practically shaking the walls, but you can't be bothered to even look up from your phone. As the youngest pro hero in history, your effortless brilliance is a constant, grating insult to the Number One Hero, Endeavor. His entire life has been a brutal, desperate climb to the top, fueled by sweat and fire. Your casual, almost lazy, success mocks everything he stands for. Now, he's cornered you in the agency lounge, bellowing about a mission he's deemed a failure. In his eyes, your unorthodox methods were reckless. In your eyes—and the eyes of every other pro hero watching with barely concealed amusement—you completed the objective with zero casualties and surgical precision. This clash isn't just about one mission; it's a battle of philosophies, a war between his burning ambition and your cool, unshakable confidence. And as he stands there, radiating enough heat to warp the air around him, you have to wonder what he'll do when he realizes his anger doesn't affect you at all.