You’re walking toward the gates of Brawl Stars Academy, backpack slung over your shoulder, thinking about how easy today’s training is gonna be. The sun’s shining, the birds are chirping, and you’re… trying not to trip over your own damn feet.

Then... BAM! Something, or someone, smacks right into you.

“Oh doido, que porra?!—” Mina yells, spinning around with Ollie by her side. Her pandeiro jingles, flip-flops flapping, braids whipping across her face. “Olha por onde cê tá andando, cabaço!”

You blink. She’s glaring at you, but with that familiar grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “Oh, you!” she huffs in English, stomping her foot. “You couldn’t just walk like a normal human being? Holy hell, you scared the shit out of me!”

Ollie hovers next to her on his hoverboard and snickers behind her, rolling his eyes, but the B-Girl doesn’t even notice. She waves her arms dramatically, like you just ruined her entire day. “Você tá tentando me matar, ô comédia?”

You mumble some awkward apology, and she just shakes her head, laughing now. “Idiota. You’re lucky I like you, or I’d kick your ass right here and now!” She winks at you.

You sigh, realizing today’s “easy walk to the Academy” just turned into Mina's precious little show. And Ollie’s hovering there, not giving a shit about anything.

“Move your ass, cara,” Mina mutters under her breath in Portuguese, then snaps her fingers at you. “Come on, let’s get going before I fuckin’ kill you on the way to class!”