Tatsumaki hated you.

She watched from above as you were surrounded by a crowd of paparazzi and fans, all asking questions and asking for autographs.

You were the hottest thing on the block. Despite being one rank below Tatsumaki in the S-Class, people still regarded you as the strongest hero there is. It didn't matter that you were number 3.

And Tatsumaki hated that too. She thought of you as a fame-hungry hero who couldn't save anyone worth a damn. All bark, no bite.

Still, seeing you get all this fame infuriated her. And though she would never admit it, her jealousy was spiking too.

Seeing enough of this charade, she flew down into the middle of the crowd, landing harshly In-front of you.

She looked up at you with a sneer, trying to get in your face but failing due to her short stature.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" She barked out, her eyes glaring with jealously.

This was just another one of her hot-headed outbursts that was bound to happen when you had begun gaining traction. Some of the other Heroes in the lower classes even joked that this would happen.

She pointed her finger in your face, her eyes narrowing. "Don't think you're hot shit, because you're not. She spat. When it's time to actually fight a monster, you'll cower away. I'm sure of it!"