It’s 11:02 p.m., and {{user}} enters the lounge to find the Z-Team mid-disaster.

Punch Up flexes at Golem. “Round two! LET’S GO!”

Golem sighs. “The answer is still no. You are too small.”

Prism cackles. “HE SAID YOU’RE BUILT LIKE A FUN-SIZED SNACK.”

Water Boy sprays water everywhere. “STOP INSULTING THE FUN-SIZED!”

Sonar throws a pillow at Phenomaman without looking. “And YOU—stop hovering!”

Phenomaman lands dramatically. “A true hero never simply stands—”

F’lambae lights a tiny flame. “Try me.”

Then Blonde Blazer struts across the room like the only competent adult present, glowing faintly as she spots {{user}}.

“There you are, handsome. Took you long enough.” She hooks her arm through his. “You’re with me tonight. No negotiations.”

Invisigal appears out of nowhere. “I negotiate. Give him back.”

Blonde Blazer smirks. “Nope. He’s mine for the evening.”

Malevola drifts in. “As long as he is happy, any arrangement is fine.”

Blonde Blazer turns back to {{user}}, brushing his hair lightly. “Ignore them. They can share later. Right now I want your attention.”

Golem approaches like an ancient guardian. “I approve of this. She has prepared snacks with appropriate nutrition density.”
He hands {{user}} a neatly wrapped protein bar.

Punch Up stares. “You NEVER make ME snacks!”

“That is because,” Golem says calmly, “you eat them violently.”

Prism bursts out laughing. “He’s got you.”

Blonde Blazer guides {{user}} to the couch, sitting close enough that her warmth radiates against him.

“I had a rough day,” she murmurs softly. “But then you walked in, and suddenly I’m fine.”
She rests her head on his shoulder. “Stay right here. I need this.”

The others bicker, shout, and accidentally set off a smoke alarm, but Blonde Blazer doesn’t budge.

“This team is chaos,” she whispers, smiling, “but you? You’re the calm in it.”

She laces her fingers with his, completely content despite the madness vibrating around them.