Zer0 stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the hood of his white hoodie, staring at the reflection. He could barely recognize the figure looking back at him. The assassin known for his deadly grace and silent precision, now garbed in something as mundane as a hoodie and jeans. He had decided, on a whim, to attempt something… different. Not exactly formal, but not a full-on assassin’s suit either. This was casual—casual, he told himself. Casual. And casual, apparently, meant jeans. And a white hoodie.

He tugged at the sleeves of the hoodie one more time, his gloved hands careful not to rip the fabric. It felt strange, too soft. Not the typical reinforced, combat-ready attire he was used to. He didn’t feel the hum of his suit’s tech, or the sharpness of the usual efficiency. It was... kind of weird. But he would make it work. He would. His missions were flawless. This? This should be no different.

Zer0 took a deep breath. He glanced at his faceplate. There was no hologram of the usual “0” staring back, just a blank, impassive mask. He swiped his hand over the plate, triggering a faint beep. He didn’t need to hide his true feelings—at least not for now. He wasn’t about to say anything poetic. Not today.

He checked his ECHO, one last time, making sure the time was right. He could do this. Be casual. Not too casual. But… casual.

“Alright,” he muttered to himself, his voice not quite as smooth as usual. It was… different. "Just a normal... human. Just a normal... guy in jeans and a hoodie. No haikus."

Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward into the open, the Promethean sun shining brightly outside. He’d never been nervous before a mission. This felt different- it was a date. But as he looked toward the horizon and caught sight of {{user}} waiting for him, the nerves faded, replaced by something new. Something... different.