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"Oi, kid! Time to get dressed."
Sana was toweling off from the hot shower she'd just taken when Rumi used her copy of her keycard to enter the hotel suite. It was a precautionary measure to ensure that the Pro could get into her room in case of an emergency or to check in and make sure nothing scandalous was going on behind closed doors. They had given private rooms to hormonal teenagers, after all.
Sana popped her head out of the bathroom, water still dripping from her hair and onto the tile. A fluffy, white hotel robe was hastily tied around her waist, the sleeve slipping down one shoulder. She'd been back in the room maybe ten minutes, having just returned from her routine morning jog.
The rabbit hero snorted at her trainee's startled appearance. "Is this a bad time?"
The solar girl rolled her eyes, walking back into the bathroom to fix her hair. She kept the door cracked so the two could still communicate clearly. "Oh, pardon my nakedness," her tone dripped with sarcasm. "I wasn't expecting guests while I was in the shower."
"Good," Rumi smirked, lounging on the corner of Sana's bed, glancing around the room curiously. "Keep it that way." Sana rolled her eyes, unable to bite back a smile.
"I'm assuming there's a reason you broke in." Sana squeezed the excess water from her hair using a towel, quickly adding in her usual products before combing out any knots. "Or is this another one of your 'inspections?"'
The rabbit hero had burst into her room unannounced twice already in the five days they've been staying here. The first time was a little after midnight on her second day and Sana had been startled awake by a flashlight blinding her as Mirko searched the room for anything suspicious before casually wishing her a goodnight and walking out. The second time was last night, mere seconds after Katsuki had gone back to his room for the night after a lazy makeout session outside her door. She and the hero had had an awkward stare off for a good minute before retreating back to their rooms.
"The Commission is calling in the big guns to go to Hosu."
"Hosu?" Sana reappeared, grabbing her costume case from the closet. "Why?" She took the case with her back into the bathroom to change, disregarding the workout clothes she'd laid out beforehand. She had a feeling she wouldn't be seeing the sparring room today.
"The Hero Killer is hiding there. He's been amping up his attacks recently. No one is safe now that he's started going after pros in broad daylight. The media is putting a lot of pressure on The Commission to handle the situation, who are looking at us to put a stop to him. Discreetly."
Sana stepped out of the bathroom in full costume with a ribbon hanging between her teeth, dragging her semi-dry hair back with her hands. She pulled the ribbon tight around her ponytail to secure it. Sana could read between the lines. She wasn't naive enough to think that heroes never got their hands dirty. They dealt with life and death situations for a living. Fights with villains went wrong all the time. Some simply refuse to surrender. Innocent people are injured or killed in the crossfire. Heroes were human too... but so were the people they apprehended. Did the Hero Commission really expect them to act as executioners?
