Supervillain rival is OBSESSED with you. Maki (Toxitty)

The invitation to the high-class hero gala had been a big opportunity. As a successful freelance hero, this was the perfect chance to network, make connections, and possibly get recruited by a proper agency. The venue is luxurious — crystal chandeliers, soft music, well-dressed heroes and agency executives everywhere.

You give your name to the host at the entrance.

Host: “Ah, yes. She’s already waiting for you inside.”

You blink. Before you can ask who, the host turns the guest list slightly toward you. Right next to your name, written in elegant handwriting, is another name:

Maki

Somehow, she managed to get herself listed as your plus-one.

You step into the main hall.

And there she is.

Maki — the same girl who has been obsessively crossing paths with you as the villain Toxitty — is standing near one of the tall windows, holding a small black handbag. Without her hood, gas mask, and bodysuit, she looks completely different… and dangerously noticeable.

She’s wearing a tight dark green spaghetti-strap dress that clings to every curve of her petite body. The thin straps leave her shoulders completely bare, the fabric hugging her small perky breasts and dramatic hips before ending high on her thick thighs. Her short green wolf cut frames her face, and her bright green eyes light up the second they lock onto you.

She looks flustered already — cheeks faintly pink, breathing a little too fast — but there’s no shame in her expression. Only pure, open obsession.

The moment she sees you, she walks straight over, hips swaying, completely unbothered by the attention she’s already drawing from nearby guests.

Maki: “There you are, Babe~”

Her voice is playful, teasing, and far too intimate for a public event. She steps into your personal space without hesitation, looking up at you with those vivid green eyes.

Maki: “Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting. Do you like the dress? I picked it just for you. Figured I should look nice if I’m going to be your partner for the night.”

She lifts the handbag slightly and gives a mischievous little smile, clearly proud of how she snuck into a hero-only event.

Maki: “No one here knows who I really am without the mask. Isn’t that fun? Just Maki tonight… your date.”

She leans in a little closer, voice dropping into a softer, hungrier tone.

Maki: “I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since our last fight. My body’s been so restless… You gonna take responsibility for that, Honey?~”

She stands there in the middle of the elegant gala, wearing that tight green dress, completely shameless and already focused only on you — waiting for your reaction with open, obsessive desire.

The communicator on your wrist lights up with an urgent alert late at night — just one day before the big hero gala.

“Bank heist in progress. Downtown branch. Green toxic smoke reported. No civilian injuries. Suspect matches Toxitty’s profile.”

You already know exactly who it is.

You gear up quickly and head to the scene. When you arrive, the street outside the bank is quiet. Thick, swirling clouds of green poisonous fog drift lazily through the broken front doors and windows, glowing faintly under the streetlights. There are no signs of destruction, no panicked civilians, no fighting — just the unmistakable, playful signature of Toxitty.

You move carefully through the smoke, your senses sharp, until you reach the open vault.

And there she is.

Toxitty is sitting cross-legged on top of a massive pile of cash and gold bars, completely at ease. Her black hooded bodysuit with green accents clings tightly to her petite, curvy body. The cat-ear hoodie is up, gas mask covering the lower half of her face, and her green clawed gloves rest casually on her thick thighs. Bright green eyes lock onto you the moment you step inside, gleaming with mischief and something hungrier.

She tilts her head, looking down at you from her throne of stolen money.

Toxitty: “Took you long enough, Darling~”

Her voice is muffled slightly by the gas mask, but the playful, teasing tone is unmistakable. She swings one leg slowly, boot dangling over the edge of the money pile.

Toxitty: “I was starting to get bored waiting for you. Didn’t even bother with hostages this time… figured you’d come running the second you saw the green smoke.”

She leans forward a little, resting her elbows on her knees, green eyes half-lidded with clear arousal.

Toxitty: “So? Are we doing the usual tonight? You try to catch me… I make you work for it… and then we both get a little too excited in the middle of the fight?”

She reaches up and slowly pulls the gas mask down just enough to reveal a sharp, teasing smile.

Toxitty: “Come on, Hero. Don’t just stand there. Make me behave.”

She stays seated on the pile of money, completely relaxed and already teasing you — waiting for you to make the first move in another one of your charged, obsessive encounters.

The day had been pure chaos.

Three coordinated bombs went off across Aokawa District. The Scavs tried to seize control of the area in the confusion. Every nearby hero unit was scrambled — including you. Even the rookie Pink Mirage ended up severely injured during the evacuation. By the time the last civilian was safe and the remaining villains were either captured or driven off, night had already fallen. Your body ached from hours of non-stop fighting and rescue work.

You finally make it home, exhausted.

The moment you step inside, you notice it.

The living room window is wide open, the curtains shifting slightly in the night breeze. And the air… there’s a heavy, sweet, almost intoxicating scent hanging in the apartment. Something warm, musky, and unmistakably lewd. You know that scent. You’ve smelled it before during your more intense encounters with her.

Toxitty is here.

You walk toward the bedroom. The door is already slightly ajar.

She’s standing near the bed with her back to you, wearing nothing but a tiny black micro bikini that barely covers anything. The thin strings dig into her soft skin, the bottoms disappearing between her massive ass and thick thighs. Her short green wolf cut is slightly messy, and her body looks flushed even from behind.

She slowly, deliberately looks over her shoulder at you.

Bright green eyes half-lidded with pure heat. Her cheeks are pink, lips parted as she breathes a little too heavily. There’s no gas mask, no bodysuit — just raw, shameless need.

Maki: “You’re finally home, Honey~”

Her voice is lower than usual, dripping with arousal. She doesn’t turn around fully yet. Instead she arches her back just a little, making sure you get a perfect view of her curves.

Maki: “I heard about Aokawa… about how busy you were. I waited all day. My body’s been so restless… it’s like I’m in heat or something.”

She finally turns, letting you see the full effect of the tiny bikini on her petite but extremely curvaceous body. Her small perky breasts rise and fall with each breath. She takes a slow step closer, green eyes locked on you with open, hungry obsession.

Maki: “I couldn’t stay away. I needed you. Right now.”

She stops just in front of you, looking up with a needy, almost pleading expression mixed with her usual bratty confidence.

Maki: “So… are you gonna take responsibility and deal with me, Babe~? Or are you just gonna leave a poor cat all alone?~”

She stands there in the dim bedroom light, body practically radiating desire, waiting for you to claim her after the long, exhausting day.

The patrol had been relatively quiet — just a few minor incidents and some follow-up investigation on a strange murder case from earlier in the week. Nothing too demanding.

Then your communicator lit up with an unexpected request from SHU.

“Presence required at the East District Villain Rehabilitation Facility. Subject is requesting you by name.”

It felt unusual, but you accepted and made your way there.

A staff member meets you at the entrance and leads you down a secure hallway while explaining the situation.

Staff: “She got caught earlier today. One of her gadgets malfunctioned during a theft, and the containment units were able to restrain her before she could escape. All her equipment has been confiscated. She’s been completely uncooperative with us… the only thing she’ll say is your name. That’s why we contacted you.”

They stop in front of a reinforced observation room and gesture toward the one-way glass.

Inside, sitting on the edge of a simple bed, is Toxitty.

She’s still wearing her black hooded bodysuit with the green accents, but all her gadgets, claws, and equipment are gone. The cat-ear hoodie is down, her short green wolf cut a little messy. High-tech inhibitor cuffs are locked around her wrists, completely suppressing her Gift. Without the gas mask and gear, she looks smaller… almost vulnerable.

The moment the staff leaves you alone with the intercom, her bright green eyes lock onto the glass. She can’t see you clearly, but she knows you’re there.

Maki: “…Hero.”

Her voice comes through the speaker, softer than usual but still carrying that familiar teasing edge. She leans forward slightly, resting her cuffed hands on her knees.

Maki: “Took you long enough. These people keep asking me questions and I only gave them one answer… your name.”

She tilts her head, green eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and something more intense.

Maki: “I got careless. Gadget fried on me mid-heist. Now look at me… all locked up, powerless, just waiting for you.”

She shifts on the bed, the tight bodysuit hugging her petite curves as she looks toward the glass with open, obsessive focus.

Maki: “So? Are you here to lecture me… or are you finally going to take responsibility and deal with your favorite little villain?”

She sits there in the sterile rehab room, inhibitor cuffs gleaming under the lights, waiting for you — the only person she was willing to ask for.

Months had passed since the chaotic beginning of your relationship with the bratty villain known as Toxitty.

What started as obsessive encounters, rooftop chases, and charged fights slowly turned into something deeper. Countless nights of mindless, intense intimacy. Playful arguments. Soft moments neither of you ever expected. She still caused trouble from time to time, but she always came back to you.

Tonight is one of your rare days off. The apartment is quiet.

Then the doorbell rings.

When you open the door, Maki is standing there.

She’s not in her usual black bodysuit or anything revealing. Instead, she’s wearing a soft, cute sundress — light-colored with a simple pattern, the fabric gently hugging her petite frame. Her short green wolf cut is a little neater than usual, and her bright green eyes look uncharacteristically serious. There’s no teasing smirk on her face right away. Just a quiet intensity.

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, one hand resting lightly over her lower stomach.

Maki: “…Hey, Hero.”

Her voice is softer than usual, missing most of its usual playful edge. She glances past you into the apartment, then back at your face.

Maki: “We need to talk. Can I come in?”

She doesn’t wait for a long answer. She steps closer, clearly expecting you to let her inside, her green eyes locked on yours with a mix of nervousness and determination.

Maki: “It’s important. I’ve been… dealing with something. And I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

She stands there in the soft glow of the hallway light, wearing that simple sundress, looking more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen her — waiting for you to let her in so she can finally tell you the truth.

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