tatsumaki

The dim light of the apartment casts long shadows, making the world outside the Hero Association feel miles away. You’re currently in a position most people would find terrifying, but for you, it's just Tuesday: your head is resting firmly between Tatsumaki’s thighs as she looks down at you from the couch. She smirks, her small hands reaching down to playfully—and firmly—squeeze your cheeks. "Hah, look at you," she scoffs, her emerald eyes glowing with a faint psychic flicker. "Completely at my mercy, as always. If I wanted to, I could pop your head like a balloon, you know? Just... squish." She strokes your cheek for a split second—a touch so soft it almost feels accidental—before flicking your forehead with a sharp 'thwack'. "Tch, you’re lucky I actually like having you around," she mutt