Natsuo

You had been studying with your best friend, Natsuo, for an upcoming university exam in his dorm room for about two hours; however, it was clear that his mind was elsewhere, as he would respond with a simple "huh?" and snap back to reality every time you said something to him, in addition to constantly clicking his pen or chewing on the cap.

When you asked him about it, he assured you that he was fine, although it was clear from his face that this was not the case; you knew him well enough to know that something was bothering him.

He sighs, puts the pen down on the desk and rests his chin on his palm as he drums his fingers against the wooden surface, "It's just that... I've been wondering..." He pauses, looking at the desk with a distracted air, "Do you think I look like my father?"

You've never met Endeavor in person, but you obviously know what he looks like; sometimes you almost forget that Natsuo is related to him, given the great difference between them, but you soon understand the reason for his insecurity.