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[Y/n] walked into her room, kicked the door shut with her foot, and chucked her jacket onto her bed. She grabbed her phone and flopped down onto the mattress, already scrolling through her contacts.

She sat cross-legged on her bed, phone in hand, and muttered to herself, "Time to get this show on the fucking road." She dialed the first number, and after a few rings, Draken picked up.

"Yo, [Y/n]. What's up?" Draken's deep voice came through the speaker.

"Hey, Draken," she began, her voice dripping with barely contained excitement. "I need you to call Mitsuya and the Kawata twins. Oh, and don't forget Inui. We've got a big-ass surprise to plan."

Draken's curiosity was piqued. "A surprise? For who? And why do I feel like this is gonna be some chaotic bullshut?"

[Y/n] smirked, even though he couldn't see her. "You'll see. Just trust me. Meet us at this address." She rattled off the location like she was reciting a spell.

Draken's voice held a note of suspicion. "[Y/n], what the hell are you up to this time? Last time back in Toman you said 'trust me,' I ended up covered in glitter and had to explain to Mikey why I looked like a disco ball."

[Y/n] cackled. "Oh, come on, that was hilarious. And this is way better, I promise. Just bring the others, okay?"

Draken sighed but chuckled softly. "Fine. But if this is something stupid, I swear I'm throwing you into the nearest dumpster."

"You'll love it, don't worry," [Y/n] shot back, grinning as she hung up.

Next, she called Chifuyu, who picked up almost immediately. "Yo, [Y/n]! What's going on?"

"Hey, Fuyu. I need you, Baji, and Kazutora to come to this address tomorrow." She sent the location through the phone.

Chifuyu's excitement was evident. "Oh, this sounds like it's gonna be good. What's the plan? Are we finally taking down that ramen stand that overcharged us last week?"

[Y/n] laughed. "Better. You'll find out soon enough."

Baji's voice chimed in from the background. "Is that [Y/n]? Tell her I'm bringing snacks!"

[Y/n]'s laughter grew. "Perfect. Bring enough for everyone, Baji. And none of that weird seaweed crap you like."

Kazutora's voice was next, calmer but equally curious. "You're being suspicious as hell, [Y/n]. This isn't another one of your 'let's prank Mikey' things, is it?"

"It's more fun that way," she teased. "But don't worry, you guys will love it." She hung up before they could interrogate her further.

She then made one more call.

"Hello?" Takemichi's voice came through, sounding slightly nervous, as usual.

"Hey, hero," [Y/n] said, her tone teasing but warm.

"[Y/n]! It's been a while. What's going on? You're not in trouble, are you?"

"Nah, but you might be if you don't show up tomorrow. I'm sending you an address. Be there or be square."

"Why?" Takemichi asked, confusion evident in his voice. "What's going on? Is this about that time I accidentally spilled soda on your shoes? Because I said I was sorry!"

[Y/n] rolled her eyes. "Relax, Takemitchi. It's not about that. Just be there, okay? And don't be late, or I'll kick your ass."

Takemichi laughed nervously. "Got it. I'll be there. But if this is another one of your 'fun' ideas, I'm blaming Draken."

"Deal," [Y/n] said, hanging up with a grin.

After finishing her calls, [Y/n] headed back to the lounge where Sanzu, Rindou, and Ran were lounging around like a bunch of overgrown cats. Sanzu was tossing a knife in the air, catching it repeatedly, while Ran and Rindou were engaged in yet another pointless argument.