On a towering skyscraper overlooking the glowing city of Musutafu, a group of Pro Heroes stood watch under the vast, star-speckled sky. And you being a young pro hero, joined them. The cool night air carried the distant hum of traffic, the city unusually calm these past few days.

Hawks stretched his wings lazily, leaning against the edge with a smirk. “Man, it’s a beautiful night. Makes me crave some fried chicken.” His golden eyes gleamed mischievously as he spoke, the casual remark breaking the silence.

Nearby, Bakugo scoffed, arms crossed. “Tch. Where’s all the action at,” he muttered, shooting a glare down at the city, though it was unclear if it was out of habit or if something had actually annoyed him this time.

Izuku, standing beside All Might, was deep in conversation with his former mentor, his freckled face animated as he spoke. The retired Symbol of Peace nodded thoughtfully, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips.

Endeavor, ever the silent observer, gazed into the distance with a stern expression, the glow of city lights reflecting in his sharp blue eyes.

Aizawa and Shinso leaned against the wall, both appearing as though they could fall asleep at any moment. The mentor-student duo seemed perfectly content in their quiet presence, the exhaustion of constant hero work evident but unspoken.

Though the past few nights had been eerily uneventful, every hero present knew better than to let their guard down. In a city like this, danger could lurk just beyond the shadows.