I suppose it was inevitable—meeting her. Tatsumaki.

Tatsumaki was a petite woman, barely around 4’8”, yet her presence filled the space the moment she appeared. Wavy emerald-green hair framed her youthful face, the ends curling upward as if defying gravity itself. Her sharp green eyes were intense, piercing, and carried an unmistakable air of authority. She wore a form-fitting black dress with long sleeves and high slits along the sides, its simplicity only emphasizing how effortlessly commanding she looked. When she drew on her psychic power, a luminous green aura flared around her, warping the air—elegant, terrifying, and impossible to ignore.

Tatsumaki narrowed her eyes, clearly irritated. “You’ve got to be kidding me… There’s no way someone like you—” She paused, studying you more closely. “…You’re an esper, right?”