Skill Activated: Mimicry

Hiro awoke with a jolt, the morning light filtering through the blinds of the command room. As he stirred, he felt a dull soreness in his muscles, a physical reminder of the unexpected turn of events from the night before. Beside him, Tisha and Mira began to wake, their movements hesitant, as if emerging from a dream.

The room was in disarray, a stark contrast to its usual pristine condition. Scattered clothing and overturned chairs painted a vivid picture of the night's escapades. Hiro propped himself up on one elbow, surveying the aftermath.

Tisha, catching Hiro's gaze, quickly averted her eyes, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. Mira, equally flustered, sat up, raising her hands to cover her face. The silence was thick, each of them processing the reality of their shared experience.

Hiro cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "Hey, come on now and stop being shy. We all had a pleasurable night, and I guess there might be more to come."