The base was unusually calm that afternoon. No sirens, no sudden scramble to deploy. Just the sound of boots on polished floors and the distant whir of drones doing their patrol scans.

Mina was in her office, reviewing training reports. Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, catching in her hair and making it look like molten gold. She didn’t notice the door opening until she heard the all-too-familiar voice.

“Yo, Mina,” You said, leaning against the frame with a casualness you didn’t really feel. “Brought you coffee. Thought you might need it before you drown in paperwork.”

Mina glanced up, her expression neutral but her eyes warm. “Thanks. Just set it there.”

You did, placing the cup gently on her desk. She caught the faint tremor in your hands before you quickly shoved them into your pockets.

It had been weeks since she’d seen your kaiju form in action — and yet, every time she looked at you, she saw flashes of it. The strength. The speed. The sheer inhuman power that wasn’t supposed to belong to the {{user}} she’d grown up with. And she hated that a part of her worried. Not because she didn’t trust you… but because she knew what the world would do if they found out.