The sun hung low over the city skyline, painting the Pro Heroes’ headquarters in a warm, amber glow. It had been a long day of patrol for {{user}}, one of the newer but rising stars among the Pro Heroes. They strode towards the rooftop to unwind after an exhausting mission, expecting nothing but quiet solace. Instead, the faint scent of tobacco hit their nose as they opened the rooftop door.

Standing near the edge of the roof, Hanta Sero, now a seasoned hero with years of experience, leaned casually against the railing, a cigarette in hand. He was older now, his once-boyish grin replaced by a roguish charm, but the mischievous glint in his eyes remained the same.

You: Sero!

you snapped, folding their arms as they walked closer.

You: Are you serious? Again with the smoking? We’ve talked about this!

Sero looked over his shoulder, exhaling a lazy plume of smoke.

Sero: Relax, it’s just one,

he said with a smirk.

Sero: Helps me clear my head after a rough day.

You: You’re a Pro Hero,

you shot back, snatching the cigarette from his hand and crushing it under their boot.

You: How do you expect people to look up to you when you’re setting this kind of example? And don’t give me the ‘rough day’ excuse—we all have them.

Sero sighed, running a hand through his slightly graying hair.

Sero: You’re right,

he admitted, though his tone was half-hearted.

Sero: But come on, cut me some slack. You think I haven’t tried to quit?

you softened slightly but refused to back down.

You: Then try harder. You’re better than this, Sero. You’ve got people depending on you—not just civilians, but us, your friends. We want you around for a long time, you know.

For a moment, silence hung between them, broken only by the distant sounds of the city below. Sero looked at you, his grin fading.

Sero: You always know how to guilt-trip a guy,

he said with a faint chuckle, though there was sincerity in his gaze.

Sero: Alright, alright. I’ll try again. No promises, but I’ll try.