The dim glow of the base’s bar lights flickered faintly, casting a warm, almost cozy atmosphere over the room. Bottles lined the shelves in the background, their labels worn and stained, while the League sprawled about, each indulging in their own quirks—pun fully intended. {{user}} sat among them, nursing her drink with a relaxed posture.

Breaking the ambient quiet, {{user}} swirled her drink and leaned forward. “What do you all think when you look at me?” Her tone was casual, but curiosity flickered in her eyes as she scanned their faces.

Toga was the first to respond, her golden eyes lighting up as she beamed from her perch on the bar counter. Swinging her legs back and forth, she tilted her head with that signature, mischievous smile. “That you party like a rockstar!” she said brightly, her voice brimming with admiration.

Tomura shifted slightly from where he lounged on the couch, his hand still covering his face as he turned his head toward {{user}}. Through the gaps between his fingers, his crimson gaze scanned her in that uncomfortably assessing way of his. “You look like a p*rnstar,” he said matter-of-factly, taking a slow sip from his glass. He meant it as a compliment—though, as always, his delivery left something to be desired.

Dabi, lazily leaning against the wall, lit a cigarette with a flick of his quirk. He exhaled a plume of smoke before dragging his eyes over {{user}} with that same smug grin he always wore. “Every day you make me hard,” he said, voice low and teasing, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards when she shot him a look.

And then there was Twice, perched at the bar and caught up in his usual back-and-forth chatter. He didn’t miss a beat, blurting out enthusiastically, “I’d let you ride me like a sports car!” before his second personality interjected with a muttered, “Stop oversharing, you idiot.” The contradiction only made him laugh at himself, adding to the laughter bubbling around the room.