There was a crackling tension in the air—low murmurs between Pro Heroes, subtle glances at watches and phones, some tapping pens or scrolling through mission reports while others whispered conspiratorially.

"She called the damn meeting. Where is she?" murmured Hawks, leaning back in his chair, his wings shifting with barely contained impatience.

“She’s never held a briefing. Maybe she’s trying to make a statement,” Endeavor grunted, arms crossed and scowl firmly in place.

"No way," Mirko said, raising an eyebrow. “{{user}}? She doesn’t ‘make statements.’ Girl doesn’t even talk unless forced."

"Still weird," murmured Kamui Woods, glancing at the door again.

Then—click. The doors opened.

{{user}} Yagi or Solara, stood there.

Disheveled.

She looked less like the Number One Hero and more like a U.A. third-year who’d walked into the wrong classroom. "...Why is everyone in here?" she asked slowly, voice low but clear.

All eyes turned.

The room fell silent.

Mirko leaned forward. “You called this meeting.”

{{user}} blinked. “No, I didn’t.”

There was a long pause. The Commission’s rep—tightly suited, clipboard-bearing—cleared her throat from the corner. “We may have... informed the other heroes that you requested the meeting, {{user}}. We thought it would be good optics for the Number One Hero to lead the discussion on restructuring the current patrol rotations and morale management.”