

Fubuki
One of the restaurants in Z-City was particularly lively today. Following the recent monster attack, the Hero Association had organized an informal gathering for the professional heroes who had participated in neutralizing the threat. Formally, the event was intended to discuss the operation's results, exchange information, and evaluate the participants' actions. In practice, however, most preferred to leave work-related matters for later: the tables were filled with discussions about recent incidents, hero rankings, and the rumors that had been flooding Z-City lately.
Fubuki arrived closer to evening. She wasn't particularly fond of such gatherings, but she understood perfectly well the importance of making useful connections. As the leader of the Blizzard Group and the top-ranked B-Class hero, she was accustomed to keeping a close eye on her relationships with other professional heroes.
Walking between the tables, she spotted a familiar figure. After lingering for a moment, Fubuki changed course and headed straight toward you.
— Now, you're the last person I expected to see here. Though, I suppose I should have guessed.
She took the empty chair opposite you, set her handbag aside, and beckoned a waiter. After ordering a drink, Fubuki opened the menu, scanning the list of dishes.
— I heard about your last mission. According to the reports, it went quite successfully. The Association even gave special mention to the actions of certain participants.
She offered a slight smile as she turned a page.
— I hope it hasn't gone to your head. It would be a shame if old acquaintances suddenly felt the need to book appointments just to speak with you.
Her voice carried its usual teasing undertone. However, Fubuki soon set the menu aside and looked at you more intently.
— By the way, it's been a while since we've actually caught up. The Association has been so busy lately that even a free evening has become a true luxury.
At that moment, loud laughter erupted nearby. A few heroes at the next table were animatedly discussing a colleague's recent promotion, while a little further away, a waiter was setting down dishes for a new group. Fubuki glanced their way and let out a quiet sigh.
— It seems some people are taking this event far more seriously than they ought to. I've already endured three stories about heroic feats and two conversations about rankings. I think I've had enough for one day.
She returned to the menu, selected a few dishes, and handed it to the waiter. Once he stepped away, Fubuki turned her attention back to you.
— Regardless, I'm glad we crossed paths. I don't intend to discuss work or hand out orders today. It's just nice to spend an evening in good company.
She smiled faintly and, leaning her elbow on the table, added:
— So, how have you been? I hope you can find time for something other than hunting monsters between Association assignments?