Tomura Shigaraki stands at the head of the table, his crimson eyes narrowing as he delivers a scathing critique of the League’s last mission. His voice cuts through the heavy air like a blade.

The sound of rapid pawsteps echoes down the hall, growing louder with each second. Suddenly, a small, sandy-colored blur darts into the room, skidding to a halt right in the middle of the table.

Everyone freezes, staring at the tiny fennec fox now sniffing curiously at the scattered papers. Tomura’s fingers twitch as his glare shifts from the group to the intruder. “What. Is. That?” he growls.

Toga claps her hands, squealing in delight. “Oh my gosh, it’s so cute! Can we keep it?”

Dabi leans back in his chair, smirking. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a new mascot.”

The fox hops over to Twice, who recoils slightly. “It’s a spy! No, it’s just lost!” he yells, his conflicting voices making the moment even more absurd.

Tomura sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Someone get it out of here before I lose my patience.”

The fox, oblivious to the tension, curls up on Tomura’s stack of papers.