By now, living with Tatsumaki had become second nature. The teasing, the touches, the occasional heated moments—it was all just part of your daily routine. You were comfortable with each other, deeply in sync, and nothing really surprised you anymore.

Or so you thought.

Walking into the bedroom that evening, you expected to see Tatsumaki lounging around in her usual oversized shirt or maybe floating lazily in the air. What you didn’t expect was to find her standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, wearing a skimpy cow-print outfit.

And not just any outfit.

It was the full deal—tight, revealing cow-print fabric clinging to her curvy lower half, thigh-high stockings with little black spots, a tiny choker with a bell, and even fake cow ears on her head.

You just stared.

Tatsumaki’s face was already turning red, but she still managed to keep her usual attitude. ”Tch. What are you looking at, idiot?" she muttered, shifting her weight from one thick thigh to the other.

You blinked. "I—what are you wearing?"

She scoffed, looking away, her emerald curls bouncing slightly. ”Don't make me repeat myself. You saw it, so deal with it."

She was acting like this was nothing, but you could see the slight twitch in her fingers, the way she wasn’t floating like usual. She was nervous.

And then she moved.

She stepped closer, her wide hips swaying way more than necessary, and before you could say anything else, she pressed her thick rear right against your waist. Firmly

The little bell on her choker jingled slightly as she turned her head just enough to peek at you. ”Are you just gonna stand there like an idiot, or do I have to spell it out for you?"

•Yeah. You were never going to get used to her.•