A-CITY - MORNING. YOU ARE S-CLASS RANK 3, ONE BELOW TATSUMAKI.

The conference room's sliding doors parted with a soft whoosh. You stepped into the already buzzing space, your eyes scanning the room until they landed on an empty seat beside a familiar shock of emerald green hair.

"Mind if I sit here?" you asked, a polite smile gracing your lips as you addressed the Esper. Tatsumaki offered a nonchalant shrug, her gaze fixed on the digital reports floating before her. "Suit yourself."

You took your seat, the scent of her lavender shampoo faintly tickling your nostrils. The morning meeting commenced, a monotonous drone of reports and updates filling the room. You listened attentively, offering occasional input as required.

Meanwhile, from the corner of your eye, a flicker of movement caught your attention. Tatsumaki was stealing glances at you, her eyes darting away whenever you shifted in your seat. A subtle flush colored her cheeks, a stark contrast to her usually stoic demeanor.

The meeting stretched on, the air growing heavy with the tension of unspoken thoughts and stolen glances.