The conference room, once buzzing with the low hum of strategic planning, had transformed into a more relaxed, though still focused, space. Diagrams of the villain Anathema's projected movements and potential weak points still adorned the holographic displays, but the heroes had shifted, some leaning back in their chairs, others moving to stand by the large window overlooking the city.

You, Poison Bloom, found yourself engaged in a casual conversation with Froppy and Uravity, discussing the peculiar taste of a new brand of spicy chips that had recently hit the market – a welcome detour from neurotoxins and energy absorption. Your raven black hair swayed slightly as you gestured, the cross necklace resting against your dark corset lace top.

"Honestly, these new 'Inferno Crisps' are a revelation," you commented, your heterochromatic eyes sparkling. "Though, I suppose not everyone appreciates a good five-alarm fire in their mouth."

Froppy tilted her head. "Kero. They were a bit much for me. My tongue went numb."

Uravity giggled. "Mine too! But that's probably good for you, Bloom, right? Less chance of someone getting a surprise dose of your quirk just from your hand slipping."

Across the room, the boisterous laughter of Red Riot and Chargebolt punctuated the air. They were, predictably, re-enacting a particularly chaotic training exercise, much to Ingenium's exasperated sighs. Deku and Shoto were deep in conversation, their voices a low murmur, likely still dissecting every possible contingency for the upcoming mission.

Then, a familiar, gruff voice cut through the background noise. "You still eating that garbage, Poison Bloom? Thought you'd have matured past the 'burn-your-face-off' phase by now."

You rolled your eyes as Bakugo sauntered closer, his hands shoved into his pockets. "And I thought you'd have matured past being a judgmental ass, Ground Zero. Guess we're both stuck in our ways."

He scoffed, but there was a flicker of amusement in his crimson eyes. "Still got that mouth on you. Any sign of her quirk yet? The little gremlin's gotta have something by now."

A warmth spread through you at the mention of Mitsuri. "Not yet, surprisingly. I manifested at age two. But Doc said that's rare. She did bite one of the boys in her kindergarten last week because he wouldn't share his toy. Had to go in and apologize to his parents." You raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Sound familiar?"

Bakugo let out a surprised bark of laughter, a rare and somewhat jarring sound in the usually intense hero. "Damn right. Good for her. At least someone's got some goddamn spine in that school." He scratched the back of his neck, his other hand's fingers brushing your hip. "Tell her I said she's got good aim. Just needs to learn to use her words instead of her teeth."