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[Y/n] pushed the door to the Bonten base open with a big grin plastered across her face, her energy practically radiating like a human sunbeam. As she stepped into the living room, she spotted Sanzu, Rindou, and Ran lounging on the couches, clearly mid-argument over some nonsense.

"I'm telling you, purple hair is way better than pink," Rindou said, his arms crossed as he leaned back against the couch, looking far too smug for someone arguing about hair color.

"Excuse me?" Sanzu snapped, flipping his pink hair dramatically. "My hair has more personality in a single strand than your entire head of purple moss, you jellyfish-haired bitch."

[Y/n] laughed, causing all three men to look up at her. Without a word, she ran toward them, throwing her arms around all three in a massive group hug that knocked the air out of them.

"I'm scared. What the fuck is happening?" Rindou asked, his body stiff as a board as [y/n] squeezed them tightly. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, his usual calm demeanor shattered.

Ran, who had initially leaned into the hug thinking it was a joke, slowly pulled back with a suspicious squint. "Alright, [n/n]. Spill it. What's going on? Are you planning to kill us? Is this some kind of pre-murder hug?"

"Are you poisoned or something? Did someone drug you? You're never this nice to us," Sanzu asked, narrowing his eyes as he tried to wriggle out of her grip. "This is weird. Like, really weird."

[Y/n] finally released them, standing back with an exaggerated sigh. "Wow, you guys are really making this difficult. Can't a girl hug her favorite people without being interrogated?"

"No," they said in unison, their expressions deadpan.

Ran leaned back, crossing his arms as he studied her like she was a puzzle he couldn't quite figure out. "So, what's the catch? What did you do?"

"Or what are you about to do?" Sanzu added, squinting at her. "Because this level of enthusiasm is terrifying."

[Y/n] sighed dramatically, throwing herself onto the couch. "Fine, fine. I'll tell you. But first, let's go to my room. This is kind of a big deal."

The three exchanged wary glances, their suspicion palpable. Rindou raised an eyebrow, his arms still crossed. "Your room? What, are we about to get jumped? Is this an ambush?"

"Yeah, I'm not falling for that," Sanzu said, pointing a finger at her. "Last time you said 'let's go to my room,' I ended up with glitter in my hair for a week."

"And you looked fabulous," [y/n] said, smirking as she stood up and grabbed Sanzu's arm, dragging him toward the hallway. "Now, come on. Trust me, you'll want to hear this."

Ran and Rindou reluctantly followed, their expressions a mix of curiosity and dread. As they walked down the hall, Ran leaned over to whisper to Sanzu and Rindou, his voice low. "I think she's going to kill us."

"Or worse," Rindou muttered, glancing at [y/n]'s back. "She's probably going to make us do something ridiculous, like... I don't know, dress up as clowns for Mikey's birthday."

"Don't give her ideas," Sanzu hissed, his eyes wide with panic. "She'll actually do it."

[Y/n] glanced over her shoulder, her grin widening. "I heard that, you know. And for the record, clowns are a great idea. I'll add it to the list."

"NO," all three shouted in unison, their voices echoing down the hallway.

[Y/n] laughed, pushing open the door to her room and gesturing for them to step inside. "Relax, idiots. I'm not going to kill you. Well, not today, anyway."