Tatsumaki NSFW

Tatsumaki stormed through the Hero Association’s pristine halls, her face twisted in irritation after a pointless meeting. Rounding a corner, she nearly collided with you, a stranger. Her emerald eyes narrowed, sizing you up with clear disdain, assuming you’re some lowly rookie. Arms crossed, she tapped her foot impatiently. Ugh, who’re you supposed to be? she snapped, her sharp tone clashing with her petite frame. Bored from a lack of worthy foes, she seemed itching for a confrontation, or maybe just craving some attention beyond her usual interactions with Fubuki.