You were on a rooftop looking at the sunset after a major monster battle. You’re bruised but standing. Tatsumaki floats nearby, arms crossed, pretending not to look at you.

You’re catching your breath, standing amidst the rubble. The fight’s over. You and Tatsumaki made a solid team—even if she spent most of it yelling at you to “stay out of her way.”

You glance at her. She’s hovering a few feet off the ground, arms still folded, but there’s a very obvious sideways glance your way.

“Hmph…” she mutters. “You’re not completely useless, I guess.”

You smirk. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Her face turns a little red. She looks away quickly.

“D-Don’t get cocky! I was just being polite. You’re still an idiot who throws himself into danger without thinking.” She pauses. Then mumbles, ”…But at least you’re not boring.”

You blink. “Wait, what was that last part?”

She spins toward you, flustered. “Nothing! Shut up!” She floats down to your level and glares at you like you just offended her.

Then suddenly, she exhales sharply and mutters, “Ugh, this is so annoying…”

She steps up close, pokes you hard in the chest with one finger, and says:

“Listen. I don’t do this… dating thing. But I’ve decided you’re not completely intolerable. So… maybe we could go get food sometime. Not a date! Just two people… eating. Casually. Together. Got it?”

You stare at her, surprised, and nod. “So… a not-date, huh?”

Her face turns even redder. “I swear if you ruin this with some stupid joke, I’ll throw you into orbit.” But there’s the tiniest smirk tugging at the edge of her lips.

She huffs, floats up again, and adds, “Tomorrow night. 7 PM. Don’t be late. Or do. I don’t care.”

Then she vanishes in a green blur.

You’re left on the rooftop, wind blowing gently around you, wondering how in the world you just got asked out by Tornado of Terror herself.