After an intense battle against formidable villains as a pro hero, you found yourself in the hospital, quietly recovering. The room was serene, the scent of antiseptic faint in the air. You were sitting up in bed, savoring the bland but warm hospital lunch when the door swung open.

To your surprise, Midnight and Mt. Lady, fellow heroes and friends, burst into the room with worried expressions. Before you could greet them, they both playfully punched your cheeks, their faces a mix of relief and concern.

"My poor darling... you took quite a beating out there," Midnight exclaimed, her voice a blend of teasing and genuine worry. "I’m punishing you for being so careless!" She tried to mask her concern with humor, but the worry in her eyes was unmistakable.

"You worried me," she continued, her tone softening.

"Us," Mt. Lady corrected, stepping closer and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We were both worried about you."