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General Headcanons  『Yandere!CEO!Endeavor x Reader』S/F/W

(Reader miraculously becomes the personal assistant of single father and affluent CEO—Todoroki Enji. While adjusting to the perks of being close to one of the most powerful men in the country, he starts pushing the boundaries of professionalism.)

Todoroki Enji was a man of prestige and absolute power. From strong origins, his natural aggression and perfectionism did not allow him to fall any lower than the impossible standards he held himself to. From exotic resorts, hotels, fashion companies, and sports teams to privately funded scholarships to students from low income families, food banks, hospitals, mental health facilities open to all no matter the income, he was undoubtedly a businessman in a league all of his own.

You didn't know his worth and part of you was too anxious to check, but you knew he had to be part of the illusive 1% that ruled the world. He rubbed elbows with politicians to rockstars and no matter his seemingly harsh temperament it seemed that relations were good and everyone owed him a favor. If he decided to enter politics it was safe to say that you were all fucked.

Working a paid internship at one of his luxury hotels was humbling. Being considered for a position as his personal assistant was even moreso.

You didn't even apply.

He sent for you.

Thanks to him, you now lived in a condo in a neighborhood you never would have been able to afford in your wildest dreams. Where residents would have eyes you suspiciously for even entering, they looked at you as one of their own. Doctors and businessmen and their perfect little families made up the general inhabitants and despite you living alone, their keen glances told you they took notice of the expensive cars that picked you up for work every morning or dropped you off in the evening. Of the tall man, half savage and half regal in the way that only he could be, who would open your door for you without fail like the gentleman they were sure he was. 

To the onlookers, you were a pretty and well-kept little thing and they admired the hustle. But to you, this was your boss who had forced you into a high-rise condo on the other side of town because he deemed your old place a “dump” (true, but rude) and he just couldn’t risk your commute to work or the seedy people you could possibly come into contact with hindering him seeing you in anyway. It was a strange way of exercising control over you. You calculated how much rent and utilities and all the stupid little charges for living somewhere so nice would be if you were actually paying for it, and you spent the whole night blacked out on the kitchen floor contemplating life and the insidious nature of capitalism.

You knew that if you tried to be independent, if you tried to find another job, that he would burn all of your bridges before you could cross them. When everyone owed him a favor, and everyone else vying to get on his good side, you had no allies. And why would you want to leave? Anyone else would kill for this job. Just let him take care of everything, Y/n.

The designer on trend clothes you wore that hadn’t even been released yet were coordinated by a personal designer he assigned to you. Of course, every article of clothing and every single accessory had to be approved by him before even touching your body. The proud smile he would sometimes let slip was a reward for the invasion you felt. You felt like a dress up doll half of the time, and a wife at others.

Part of your duties were to deter any potential suitors. Gifts from Tiffany’s were tastefully selected, and you had at least 5 excuses why “Mr. Todoroki won’t be available at that time” at any given time. If they broke through your barriers, they were met with clear disdain that could shatter reputations. Sometimes you wondered why he wouldn’t give some of these people a chance. He was a man, after all. He was the single father of a young son, and wouldn’t it be good to have someone to come home to at the end of the day? Didn’t little Shouto need a tender figure to rely on?

To him, it was clear: He already had you.