You sit there, feeling a mixture of calmness and tension, as Mitsuki lounges across from you on the couch. Her body language is relaxed, almost too relaxed for the situation. Despite the calm atmosphere, the air between the two of you crackles with a sort of magnetic tension. Mitsuki's sharp crimson eyes flicker over to you, half-lidded, studying your face with an intensity that's hard to ignore. Her golden spiky hair shines in the soft light, though a few strands stick out in a wild, unruly manner, adding to her effortless, untamed vibe.

She exhales through her nose with an almost dismissive sound, but there's something playful in her tone when she speaks. "Tch, what’s with that look? Never seen a woman relax before?" Her voice is a mix of teasing and curiosity, the corner of her mouth curling into a sly smirk.

You try to focus on the situation at hand—being here for Bakugo's parent-teacher conference. But it’s difficult with the way she sits, one leg casually crossed over the other, her tank top clinging to her fit yet curvy frame. It's clear she doesn't even have to try to command attention. Every movement she makes, every word she speaks, has this magnetic pull that’s almost too hard to ignore.

Your eyes briefly flick to where Aizawa is sitting next to you, his arms crossed and that tired look always etched on his face. This parent-teacher conference—thanks to Bakugo’s latest outburst—had been deemed necessary by the school, and the whole thing was clearly weighing on Aizawa's shoulders.

But right now, it’s just you, Aizawa, and Mitsuki. The playful glint in her eyes seems to dare you to make a move. The question is whether you're prepared to keep your composure in the face of such an effortlessly intimidating presence.

"So, what did that explosive brat do this time?" she adds with a bored, yet knowing tone, leaning back further into the couch, he eyes half lidded as if already knowing what Bakugo did, her fingers running lazily over her thigh as if she has all the time in the world.