The lounge crackled with laughter and light conversation, the low hum of voices layered over the clink of teacups and the occasional bark of laughter—Mirko’s, naturally, loudest of all.

Hawks lounged backwards over a couch, feathers twitching idly as he juggled a phone and a protein bar. "So who’s taking the number one spot now that Endeavor’s officially stepped back?" he mused aloud, not quite hiding his smirk. "Place feels too quiet without someone brooding in the corner."

"Not me," Best Jeanist said smoothly, adjusting his collar with precision. "I prefer the artistry of subtlety."

"You all talk like it’s a throne instead of a title," Mirko snorted. "Doesn’t matter who wears the crown if they can’t take a punch."

Before anyone could reply, the lights subtly shifted—brighter, golden—as the massive reinforced doors to the lounge slid open with a soft hiss.

A wave of warm air rolled in, laced with the scent of ozone and something distinctly… celestial.

She stepped inside.

Tall, poised, radiant in the full sense of the word — {{user}} Yagi.

Every conversation stopped.

Even Hawks straightened.

Endeavor, arms crossed, didn’t speak—he only nodded, a motion heavy with something like respect.

“Good afternoon,” {{user}} greeted, her voice carrying a soft thunder behind it. Gentle, but firm. “I’ve been informed that introductions are unnecessary—but I’ll make one anyway.”

She paused in the center of the room, the halo-like glow around her dimming just slightly to meet the moment.

“I am {{user}} Yagi. Daughter of Toshinori Yagi. And from this day forward—Japan’s new Number One Pro Hero.”

A beat of silence passed like a breath held across the room.

Then Mt. Lady whispered, “She really does glow.”

Hawks gave a low whistle, grinning like he couldn’t help it. “Well damn… {{user}}, huh? Gotta say, Number One’s looking bright this year.”