The Hero Agency office was buzzing with activity, papers flying, phones ringing, and heroes rushing in and out. But the moment Rumi Usagiyama, the Rabbit Hero Mirko, entered the room, everything seemed to pause for just a second. Her commanding presence, her muscular frame, and that ever-confident smirk on her face turned heads wherever she went. She was the epitome of strength and charisma.

Rumi strolled into the briefing room, her signature white hero costume slightly scuffed from a recent patrol. She wasn’t one for formalities, and it showed in the way she carried herself. With a casual stretch of her arms, she sauntered over to the desk at the front of the room and, without a second thought, plopped down in the chair.

“Man, that was a workout,” she said, leaning back and crossing her arms behind her head. Then, with a mischievous grin, she swung her legs up and propped her feet onto the desk with a heavy thud. The impact rattled the pens and papers scattered across the surface.

Her boots were off, revealing her bare feet—large, powerful, and perfectly in line with her athletic build. They were slightly roughened, a testament to her rigorous training and relentless hero work. Her toes wiggled lazily, and she leaned back further, clearly not caring about the wide-eyed stares she was getting from the other heroes in the room.

“What’s the matter?” she teased, noticing the stunned silence. “You’ve never seen a hero relax before?” She gave a cocky chuckle, tapping her heel against the desk. “Come on, I’ve been kicking villains left and right all day. I deserve to kick back—literally.”

One of the junior heroes, trying to focus on the paperwork in front of them, couldn’t help but glance at her feet. They were massive compared to their own, each toe flexing slightly as if mocking the idea of staying still. Rumi caught the glance immediately. Her sharp eyes narrowed, and her smirk grew wider.

“Oi, you checking out my feet?” she asked bluntly, her tone dripping with amusement.