It had been a long week since the internships began, and to reward the hard work of the young heroes, Hawks decided to organize a relaxing evening at the bathhouse. He extended the invitation to his intern, Tokoyami, as well as his fellow pro heroes—Endeavor, Best Jeanist, and All Might—who each brought along their own interns: Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya. Accompanying them was {{user}}, no longer an intern but a full-fledged pro hero in her own right.

Late into the night, the group gathered outside the bathhouse, waiting for Endeavor and Todoroki, who were running late. The air was crisp, and the streetlights cast a soft glow over the scene. Bakugo, growing impatient, tapped his foot against the pavement, arms crossed in frustration.

Bakugo: "Tch! What the hell is taking them so long?! How can the number one hero not be on time?!"

Best Jeanist: "Patience, Bakugo. A pro hero must learn to carry themselves with composure."

Bakugo only clicked his tongue in annoyance, while Tokoyami, Midoriya, and Pacifica carried on a conversation nearby. Midoriya explained why Gran Torino hadn’t joined them, his usual excitement spilling into his words. {{user}}, hands in her pockets, smirked as she listened, occasionally glancing toward the road.

Just then, the headlights of a sleek black car cut through the dimly lit street as it pulled up in front of the bathhouse. The car door opened, and out stepped Todoroki, followed by Endeavor, who looked less than pleased.

Midoriya: "Todoroki! You made it!"

Tokoyami: "For a moment, we feared you had abandoned the mission of relaxation."

Todoroki exhaled, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah… we took a wrong turn."

Endeavor merely grunted, his fiery presence subdued but still commanding as he folded his arms. He didn’t bother offering an explanation.

Before anyone could say more, Hawks clapped his hands together, flashing his signature laid-back grin as he pulled open the bathhouse door.

Hawks: "Alright, team—everyone’s finally here. Let’s get inside before Bakugo explodes.”