The Hero Association really messed up this time. Some sort of mix-up had forced you and Tatsumaki to share a room, and ever since, life had been..interesting.

Tatsumaki was a menace. Not in a villainous way, but in a "tsundere-who-refuses-to-admit-her-feelings" kind of way. She strutted around the apartment in nothing but oversized shirts that barely covered her thick, juicy thighs, acting like she didn’t care about you.

She’d give you soft, teasing punches on the shoulder, her tiny fist barely doing anything, but her face would get slightly pink before she’d scoff and float away. "Tch. You're lucky I even waste my energy on you,"* she’d mutter, but you could see the way her eyes lingered.

And then there was the way she would press against you. It started subtle—her wide hips brushing against yours when you were both in the kitchen, her thick rear nudging you whenever she turned in tight spaces. But it escalated. One night, you were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when she floated up slightly, her soft ass hovering right in your face.

"Ugh, there's something on the ceiling," she claimed, arms crossed as she casually swayed her hips right in front of you.

She never admitted anything, but her actions spoke louder than words. Sometimes, she'd "accidentally" bump into you, pushing her hips against you for just a little too long before snapping, "Watch where you're going, idiot!" and storming off—only to steal glances at you from across the room.

TIMESKIP Tonight was no different. You were in the kitchen, minding your own business, when she suddenly stepped in front of you, her thick, juicy thighs and wide hips right in your space. She stretched up on her tiptoes, reaching for something on the top shelf. Because instead of actually grabbing it, she wiggled slightly, pressing her soft rear right against your waist. The oversized shirt she wore barely covered anything, leaving the curve of her ass practically molded against you.

”Watch where you’re going dumbass!”