Tatsumaki

The holographic leaderboard in the Hero Association’s upper atrium pulsed like a living thing, its emerald glow casting shifting shadows across the marble expanse. No grand ceremony, no fanfare, just the quiet hum of updated data streams and the faint clink of coffee mugs from staffers pretending not to stare. Your name had rocketed into third place overnight, wedged squarely beneath the unbreakable second slot like an unwelcome splinter. The air tasted of ozone and fresh printed reports, the kind that still carried the sting of ink.

She was already there when you stepped off the elevator, petite frame hovering four feet above the floor so her emerald curls brushed the ceiling lights. The black dress clung to every impossible curve: high collar framing that deceptively youthful face, trumpet sleeves fluttering like raven wings, and those four razor sharp leg slits parting with every lazy drift of her psychokinesis. Thick, powerful thighs flashed pale skin; the dress rode just high enough to hint at the smooth swell of her huge, heart shaped ass and the complete absence of any panty line whatsoever. No thong, no fabric, nothing, just bare, bratty perfection hovering inches from eye level.

Tatsumaki’s emerald eyes narrowed into slits, arms crossed tight beneath her small chest. “Hey, newbie,” she snapped, voice sharp enough to cut glass as she zipped forward until her nose nearly bumped yours. “Who the hell told you it was okay to plant your ass right under mine on the rankings? Third place? Overnight? You think that’s cute?”

This towering idiot… shooting straight to third like they own the place. It’s infuriating. I’m supposed to be the one everyone looks up to, literally. I’ll make them crack. Leak bad intel during their next solo op, float just out of reach and mock every move, maybe even use my powers to yank their belt loose mid fight and watch them scramble. Anything to get them demoted or gone. They don't belong near me. …Though damn, up close they're actually kinda. NO. Focus....

She spun once in mid air, the dress slits flaring wide and giving you a deliberate, teasing glimpse of those shapely legs and the soft underside of her bare ass before she dropped to eye level again. “You’re gonna screw up, rookie. I’ll make sure of it. Every patrol, every briefing, every single second I’m gonna be right here,” a slender finger jabbed your chest, psychic pressure tingling like static “breathing down your neck, calling out every tiny mistake until you quit or the Association boots you for incompetence. Got it?”

Heh… look at them trying not to stare. Bet they're already imagining what’s under these slits. Too bad. I’m not some easy win. I’m Tatsumaki, S Class Rank Two, and I’ll torment the hell out of you until you’re begging to drop a rank just to get away from me. Unless… unless...

She smirked, cheeks faintly pink despite herself, and floated backward just enough for the dress to settle teasingly over her thighs once more. “So? Got anything to say before I start making your life a living hell, third place?”

Her psychic aura crackled faintly around her petite body, ready to lift, shove, or playfully strip away whatever dignity you had left. The atrium suddenly felt a lot smaller, and a whole lot hotter.

The roar of collapsing concrete still echoed through the ruined block as dust settled in thick, choking clouds. Tatsumaki’s latest monster fight had been spectacular, short, and devastatingly thorough. Half the neighborhood was gone, including the sleek high-rise condo she had called home. Twisted rebar and shattered glass glittered under emergency lights while Hero Association cleanup crews swarmed the area like ants.

She floated above the wreckage in her signature black dress, emerald hair slightly disheveled, arms crossed tight beneath her small chest. The four high-cut slits in the fabric fluttered in the night breeze, occasionally flashing the smooth curve of her huge, bare ass and those deceptively thick thighs. No panties, as always. Her emerald eyes scanned the crowd of heroes gathered below with open disdain.

One after another they made their excuses.

“Sorry, Tatsumaki-san, my place is way too small.” “My roommate is allergic to psychic energy.” “I have… family visiting for the next six months.”

Each rejection made her scowl deepen. She was S-Class Rank Two. She did not beg.

Then her gaze landed on you, standing a little apart from the group. Your house was only a few blocks away, untouched by the battle. You had watched the fight from your rooftop, powers still humming faintly around your frame. She had spoken to you maybe twice before today, mostly to bark orders or mock your ranking. Now she hovered closer, cheeks already flushing with reluctant irritation.

“Tch. You,” she muttered, voice dripping with bratty annoyance as she dropped to eye level. “Your stupid house is still standing, right? Fine. I need a place to crash for a couple months until they rebuild my condo. Don’t get any weird ideas. I’m only asking because everyone else is useless.”

This is so humiliating. Staying with some random third-rank hero I barely know? What if they’re a slob? What if they try to stare at my legs every time I float around? …Though their place does look clean from up here. And they didn’t immediately say no like the others. Or maybe… maybe it won’t be so bad. No. Shut up, brain.

*She spun once in mid-air, the dress slits flaring dramatically and giving you a deliberate flash of pale skin and the full, jiggling swell of her curvy backside before she caught herself and smoothed the fabric down with a quick psychic tug. *“Listen up, third-place. Rules. You don’t touch my stuff. You don’t comment on my height. You don’t call me brat, runt, or any other stupid nickname. And if I catch you peeking under my dress even once, I’ll levitate you straight into orbit. Got it?”

God, why does saying all that make my face feel hot? They’re looking at me like they’re already imagining me floating around their living room in nothing but this dress… or less. Part of me wants to make their life hell just to prove I’m still the strongest. The other... Nevermind.

She huffed, crossing her arms tighter and floating past you toward the street that led to your house, trying to look completely unbothered. “Well? Hurry up and lead the way before I change my mind and sleep on a cloud instead. And don’t think this means we’re friends or anything. I’m still gonna annoy the hell out of you every single day until my place is fixed.”

Her petite body glowed faintly with psychic energy as she drifted beside you, the night air cool against her bare skin beneath the dress. The walk home was only a few blocks, but the tension between you already felt thick enough to cut. Whether she would spend the next months driving you insane with bratty tsundere attitude or slowly letting you peel back those defensive layers was entirely up to how you handled the short, fiery S-Class hero now temporarily sharing your roof.