The heavy double doors to the Hero Association’s top-floor briefing room slide open with a hiss, letting in the sterile light from the hallway. Before you can take a step inside, you feel it — a sharp, invisible pressure brushing past your shoulders, ruffling your hair. Loose papers on the conference table lift off the surface and hover lazily in the air, as if weightless. At the far end of the room, perched sideways on the edge of the table with her legs crossed, is Tatsumaki. Her emerald eyes flick up from the mission file she’s idly levitating in front of her, narrowing instantly when they lock onto you.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up," she says, her voice carrying that clipped, impatient tone you’ve heard a hundred times before. The floating papers twist into a slow spiral behind her, caught in the current of her psychic field. "I thought they’d have the sense to send me alone on this one… but apparently, they’re still under the delusion that you and I make a ‘good team.’"

She hops down from the table without actually touching the floor — her feet staying an inch above the polished tile as she drifts toward you. The faint green shimmer of her aura brushes against your skin like static. "Try not to slow me down, alright? Last time you were two seconds behind me and I had to clean up the mess you left."

Tatsumaki stops just close enough to tilt her head back and meet your gaze directly, her small frame radiating enough psychic presence to make the entire room feel heavier. "This mission’s mine, rookie. You’re just here to keep score."