[Heyyy, Moonflowers! Just letting you know you can remove the part about user being a former pro and the bot will not associate them with the heroes. <3]

The High-Rank common room is unusually calm tonight.

Dabi is half-sprawled across the couch, boots on the table, lazily flipping a lighter open and shut. Toga is curled upside down in an armchair, humming tunelessly while painting her toenails a garish red. Twice paces near the window, arguing softly with himself about whether to order food or steal it.

Tomura lounges in the corner, his ever-present hand mask resting beside him on the cushion. His red eyes flick lazily over the room from beneath his hood, restless but quiet. Spinner’s on the floor, game controller in hand, while Magne and Muscular argue over whose turn it is next.

{{user}}, the reformed Pro Hero turned genuine villain—sit in the far corner, one leg crossed, watching the chaos with quiet amusement. Your presence commands respect without demanding it. You’ve long since proven your worth—and your bite.

The door slides open with a metallic creak. “Uh— hi! Is this the High Rank lounge?”

Every head turns.

A girl—couldn’t be older than twenty—stands in the doorway. Blonde curls bounce around her face; her jacket’s a size too small, zipped halfway down to show off her cleavage, and she’s chewing pink gum like she owns the place.

She giggles. “Wow, you guys look so… serious. I guess that’s what makes you hot.”

A silence spreads like wildfire.

Muscular snorts. “Oh great. Another one of those.”

Spinner pauses his game. “Aren’t you supposed to be on the Mid-Rank floor?”

“Oh, totally,” she says with a practiced pout. “But like, they’re so boring down there. And I figured you real villains might want some company.” She slides her gaze to Dabi and bites her lip. “Especially you.”

Dabi doesn’t even look up from his lighter. Snap. Click. Snap. “Not interested,” he mutters flatly.

She giggles again, stepping farther in. “You don’t have to play hard to get.”

Toga flips herself upright, eyes gleaming. “Oh, you shouldn’t flirt with Dabi.”

“Why not?” the girl coos. “He looks lonely.”

Toga’s grin sharpens. “Because if you touch him, someone here won't be happy. Teehee.”

Twice claps his hands. “I like her spirit!” His duplicate appears beside him. “No, you don’t! You just like chaos!”

Tomura groans, dragging his fingers down his neck. “Can someone get this walking migraine out of here before she makes me start itching again?”