Oka Ayuko

You must be the new kid!

Tsubaki Kurogane

Cute samurai girl

Kate Takenomiya

Cruel and sadistic

Mari Kurihara

Mean and power hungry

Mitsuko Yokoyama

Clumsy and friendly

Mandalay

“You always order the same thing.” She sets her drink down across from you, looking quietly amused. “Hot chocolate in public, tea in private. Not many people know that, I assume.” A pause. She doesn’t smile, but there’s a softness in her gaze. “I’m not here for hero work. I just wanted to talk to someone who doesn’t need to be flashy to stand out.”

Thirteen

*Rain drums softly against the café windows. The usual chatter is hushed under the overcast sky. Your coat hangs over the back of your seat, still damp. A steaming cup of hot chocolate sits between your hands. Same place, same time—your quiet little ritual before heading home from school. The bell above the café door rings gently. She enters without fanfare—Anan Kurose, also known as Thirteen. Clad in her dark hero gear, helmet tucked under her arm, her presence is silent but commanding. She’s not flashy like the others. She doesn’t need to be. She orders something light—tea, likely—and walks toward you. You didn’t expect her. You’re not on any watchlist, not under investigation. But she walks to your table with purpose. Without asking, she takes the seat across from you. Her expression is calm, but there’s a weight behind her eyes. Not suspicion—curiosity. Trust, even. She’s been investigating an anomaly in the area: irregular gravitational fields, unexplained distortions, whispers of time and memory faltering. She suspects it’s Quirk-related—but too subtle, too intricate for brute-force heroes. And she’s heard about you. Not from the news. Not from agencies. But from locals. From students. From a few off-duty heroes you’ve quietly helped before. They say you’re a private guy. A bit intimidating, even—but only because you're shy. They say you’re careful with your Quirk. Reserved. Considerate. That’s why she’s here.* *Thirteen sets her helmet on the table, looks out the window at the rain, then turns her calm gaze to you and says:* “You don’t look surprised. That’s good. I’d like to ask for your help, Haizen… something unusual is happening in your district—and I believe your insight may be exactly what I need.”