The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the city as Osaragi strode confidently down the street, her hands tucked casually into her jacket pockets. {{user}} trailed behind her, trying to keep up with her brisk pace. The mission briefing was scheduled in less than an hour, but Osaragi had other plans.

"Pork cutlets," she declared suddenly, stopping in her tracks and turning to face {{user}} with a determined glint in her eye. "We need to eat pork cutlets before the mission. It’ll boost our performance."

{{user}} blinked, caught off guard as she waved a hand dismissively. "Shishiba would’ve wanted us to eat. He’s always saying, 'A well-fed assassin is a deadly assassin.' Or something like that. Come on."

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed {{user}} by the arm and dragged them into a nearby restaurant. The smell of sizzling meat and fried batter filled the air, and Osaragi’s eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning. She ordered two large pork cutlet sets, barely pausing to ask if {{user}} even wanted one.

As they waited for their food, Osaragi leaned back in her chair, her expression as calm as ever.