Hero commission Idiot!

Endeavor's POV:

Ever after I saw Izuku struggeling, I decided to annoy the hero commission to tell me some information about Hawks. I thought it could help Izuku out big times to feel more relieved but these fucking imbecils didn't want to tell me anything at all. 

I was sick and tired of this already.

It was now a piece of my daily basis to go to the hero commission right after I finish up my hero schedule and right before it too. However each time I was sent away. I didn't expect anything else.

This was how I was currently standing in front of a guy I never even seen before working there.

Staff: All right what can I- Wait you Endeavor... Who do you need me to pay to silence.

Me: What?

Staff: Well isn't your collateral damage pretty high?

Me: No, you damn idiot that's All Might.

Staff: Ohhh.... but you look like a person who can do some damage too.

Me: Fucking hell! I am not here for that.

Staff: Then to incinerate something?

Me: Why would I-

Staff: Don't know you look angry to me.

Me: *Sigh* I am here to get some infor-

Staff: Oh the Todoroki theories. 

Me: What?

Staff: I heard about them. You have a tallented kid man.

Me: What do you mean with Todoroki theories.

Staff: Oh don't you know?

Me: Damn Shoto... If I get back... Anyways that is not the thing I am here for.

Staff: Then it must be Dabi your other kid.

Me: No.... what did he do?

Staff: Nothing if you don't know anything.

Me: *Sigh* 

Staff: Aww what's up buddy.

Me: Your an idiot.

Staff: I get that a lot.

Me: You ever thought of getting to a doctor and check you up?

Staff: Been there done that.

Me: And?

Staff: He gave up on me and said I was hopeless. 

Me: *Sigh* 

Staff: But he was WRONG! I am perfect the way I am.

Me: Can we please get to the point here.

Staff: Oh yeah why did come over?

Me: I wanted to get some information on Hawks.

Staff: Ohh... I would love to give you some but no one ever tells me important stuff... they all think I can't keep a secret but I can! Well anyways, I don't know anything about Hawks. By the way how is his little brother doing?

Me: .... How do you know of him.

Staff: Hawks came to me to turn in a favor I owed him.

Me: So you are THAT idiot.

Staff: Yup. I am that idiotic moron.

Me: I am asking this cause the kid is worried.

Staff: I see... I would tell you some information but I really don't know a thing. I am so sorry.

Me: Fine. Call me if you hear anything about him.

Just like that I truned around and left a card with my number back for that idiot to be able to reach me outside my agency. Right after that I went straight back home only to meet Dabi and Shoto. Both were actually helping out around and sitting there at our sofa. It was rare to see him out of his room but I was happy eventho he was just watching them cleaning up.

Me: Shoto!

Shoto: Yes dad?

Me: Tell me why I just got confronted with Todoroki theories at the hero agency.

Shoto: Oh you see, I-

Dabi: Again?

Shoto: What you mean again?

Dabi: I cleaned up your mess after the Eraserhead son story.

Shoto: Yeah but this time it's-

Me: Enough. I don't want to even hear it. Shoto stop doing that from now on. You have your notebook and a pinwall for that.

Shoto: It's too small and the notebook is full.

Me: You can use the wall and I'll get you another one just be quiet out of our family and don't spread weird theories.

Shoto: Okay.

Dabi: Anything new?

Me: No.

We all looked towards Izuku who wasn't really paying us attention because I had some donuts with me and I knew how much he loved eating sweets. It was hard to motivate the kid to eat something but if it was sweet, he was taking it without even saying anything. If anything he would fight you over it too. 

At least he got some spirit left in him to do that besides worrying and staying up all night... However I knew something had to change and soon because if not, this could would ruin himself because of how worried he is.

I definitelly wouldn't let him do that.

I would find a way to get his spirit up and have the sweet little angel he is. 

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