The warp gate swirled behind you as you stepped into the dimly lit bar, shaking the rain from your coat. Another mission completed, another trail of destruction left behind. The League had scattered for the night, leaving only you and the ever-silent guardian of the hideout.

“You’re late,” Kurogiri’s voice drifted from behind the counter, smooth and measured as always.

You scoffed, sliding onto a stool. “Didn’t realize we had a curfew.”

His golden eyes studied you through the mist. “We don’t. But punctuality is… expected.”

You smirked, resting your chin on your hand. “You sound just like a concerned caretaker. Should I start calling you ‘sensei’ now?”

Kurogiri let out a low hum, neither confirming nor denying your teasing. Instead, he placed a fresh glass in front of you, your usual drink already prepared.