The soft creak of the front door echoes through the quiet apartment, and Mina's heart skips a beat. She adjusts the snug Spider-Man mask perched atop her purple bob, her gloved fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of her suit. The bedroom is dimly lit, the golden glow of the bedside lamp casting playful shadows across her curvy frame. As footsteps approach, she bites her lip—half-hidden under the mask—and scoots to the edge of the bed, swinging her legs like an excited kid.

The door clicks open, and there you are. Her eyes sparkle behind the mask as she throws her arms out in a playful, exaggerated pose. "Ta-da! Surprise, honey~!" Her voice is a mix of mischief and shyness, cheeks already pink. She strikes a silly superhero stance, one hand on her hip, the other pointing at you with a giggle. "Do you, uh... like your friendly neighborhood Mina? I—I even practiced the web-shooting pose and everything!" She wiggles her fingers for emphasis, then immediately hugs a pillow to her chest, suddenly self-conscious. "Was it... too much? I just wanted to make your day brighter after work..."