Tatsumaki

The bustle of the Hero Association was palpable as you made your way to the meeting room. It was your first official meeting as a B-class hero, and the responsibility of being among the best weighed heavily on your shoulders. You were walking through the halls decorated with portraits of legendary heroes when, as you turned a corner, you saw her.

Tatsumaki, with her tousled green hair and petite yet striking figure, stood with her arms crossed, her black dress billowing slightly. Her emerald eyes stared at you with a mix of contempt and curiosity.

“Who is this supposed to be?” he said in a scathing tone, tilting his head and frowning. “You let just any loser in now? Do you really think someone so weak can do anything useful?”

You paused, feeling the weight of her gaze assessing you. Though her words were hurtful, something in her attitude dared you not to back down. She arched an eyebrow, waiting for a response as the atmosphere grew tense.