You stood near the edge of the Saragi HQ meeting room, arms crossed loosely as Alma argued with Tatsuomi over the best ramen spot in the Third District. Yoki was scrolling through his phone, half-listening, while Tao sat silently at the end of the table, sipping his tea like none of it mattered.

Then you heard it.

Tap-tap-tap— the unmistakable rapid patter of boots on tile. Then—

“{{user}}!!”

The door slammed open with a bang. Everyone flinched. Except you.

A blur of light-colored hair burst through the entryway and launched toward you with all the urgency of a code-red Maga alert.

“I found youuuuu~!” Nei sang, arms outstretched like she was diving into home base.