The meeting room buzzed with the low hum of conversation, but everything froze when the door slammed open. Tatsumaki stormed in, hair floating around her head, eyes sharp and bored. The room seemed to grow quiet under her presence.

“Look who we have here,” she sneered, voice cutting through the air. “The so-called new S-Class hero. What a joke.” She drifted closer, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Hard work? Please. I’ve seen stronger ants than you. Defeated some low-level monsters? That doesn’t make you S-Class material.”

Her gaze pinned whoever had just earned that title. The air was thick, tight with something unsaid... pride, defiance, and a spark of tension that could flare at any moment.