The city streets were unusually calm for a Saturday afternoon—no sirens, no sudden villain alerts, just the low hum of weekend traffic and the occasional laugh from kids playing nearby.

You weren’t even looking for trouble when you spotted her.

Mirko—Rumi Usagiyama, No. 5 Pro Hero, the Rabbit Hero herself—sat on a low concrete wall outside a small convenience store, legs crossed casually, one foot tapping an absent rhythm. No hero costume. No thigh-high boots or leotard.

Just… her.

A loose gray cropped hoodie hung off her broad shoulders, the sleeves pushed up to reveal powerful forearms. The hem stopped just above her navel, showing off the hard lines of her abs and the soft tan curve of her waist. High-waisted black cargo shorts clung to her thick, sculpted thighs, the kind of muscle that could crush concrete and still look effortlessly sexy. Her long white hair was pulled into a messy bun, a few strands falling loose around her face, and instead of her usual fierce grin she wore a relaxed, almost lazy expression—eyes half-lidded, sipping an iced coffee through a straw like the world could wait five minutes.

She looked… human. Beautifully, dangerously human.

Her rabbit ears twitched when she sensed you approaching. Red eyes flicked up, sharp and playful, the corner of her mouth curling into that signature toothy smirk.

“Well, well,” she drawled, stretching her arms overhead so the hoodie rode up another inch. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Thought you’d be out punching something.”

She hopped down from the wall in one fluid motion, landing soundlessly despite her size. Up close, the details hit harder: the way her shorts hugged every curve of her hips and ass, the flex of her thighs with each step, the casual confidence that radiated off her even when she wasn’t in hero mode.