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Ugh. Ever since she met that weird bal–him Tatsumaki has had a huge problem. She keeps going over and over what happened: the way he hugged her, his words, his patting her on her head. His hand on her back, his hand around her wrist. His–ugh. She hates this, especially because she finds herself craving more. More touches, more closeness. And then, for the first time in a long time, she craves something she allowed herself to feel only for Blast: the need for intimacy.
She doesn’t even know where to start from. She doesn’t know exactly what she wants, she doesn’t know how to ask for it. But since he caused the problem, he has to solve it.
Luckily she knows where he lives.
*
Tatsumaki shows up at his window in the late afternoon. She could use her powers to open it from outside, but she has the feeling he wouldn’t like it. The curtains are drawn, she hopes he’s in. She knocks on the window pane and takes a deep breath. Is she feeling anxious? She finds herself looking at her reflection in the window and she instinctively combs a hand through her hair like she has seen her sister do so many times. Her sister… she could’ve asked for her advice… but she’s made everything weird implying that there was something between her and him.
While she’s lost in her thoughts, the curtains are drawn and he appears in the window. He opens it and looks at her, sighing. “What do you want?” he asks.
Tatsumaki is disappointed by his reaction, but she tries to stay focused on the goal.
She crosses her arms over her chest and puts on a stern expression: “I told you that another test was coming. Let me in.”
He looks worried. “I’m not letting you in! What did I tell you about destroying other people’s homes? If you really want to do this, let’s go somewhere else.”
She thinks about him hugging her to move somewhere else. But then, the last time she tried to make it happen again he didn’t take the hint and kept staring at her no thoughts, head empty. And even if he were to take the hint then they would have to fight and she doesn’t feel like fighting.
“It’s another type of test,” Tatsumaki simply says. “No destruction involved.”
He sighs and rubs his hands on his face. “Ok, come in.”
She flies in and he closes the window after her.
“Doorbells exist, you know?”
“The window is more convenient.”
She looks around: the room is small and plain, not many things around. Nothing gives away anything about his personality. Is he that boring? Then she remembers that she destroyed his home. Well.
“Sit down, at least. I was having tea. I’ll pour you some.”
Tatsumaki is about to answer that she’d prefer coffee instead, but she decides against it. She sits at the table, moving the tendrils of her gown to sit more comfortably. He puts a cup of green tea in front of her and sits down as well.
“So. About this test.”
What’s the best way of saying it without sounding weak?
“You have to show me if you are a good kisser.”
Perfect.
He spits the tea he was drinking back inside the cup and all over the table, and starts coughing and sputtering. Tatsumaki waits for him to calm down.
“I swear. If it’s about your sister again–”
“This is not about my sister!” she protests. But then, she’s the one who made everything weird by implying things. “It’s about you!”
“Either way, why would you say something like that?! It’s so weird! Don’t you realise it?” he sounds angry. Tatsumaki starts feeling flustered, her face all red with embarrassment, her eyes teary. She hates to feel like this.
“Shut up! It’s all your fault! Take responsibility for it!” she screams back.
“What the fuck?”
“Yes!” she slams a hand on the table. “You hugged me, you touched me. You made me feel things and now I WANT MORE. And I hate it, I HATE IT!” a single tear escapes her eye. She hates it.
His expression changes, becomes unreadable. “There are other ways to ask for this,” he murmurs.
“I DON’T KNOW HOW, OKAY?” her cup is rattling. “It’s not easy for me,” she adds in a small voice. And then a sob escapes her mouth. “Stop rubbing it in.” Okay, she’s really crying right now, crying in front of someone who isn’t Blast. She feels weak, weak, weak. She hates it.
She’s about to fly away as fast as possible, but then she hears him say. “Come here.”
She takes a peek at him from the curtain of green hair that’s conveniently covering her face. His expression is soft and concerned.
“You said you wanted, err, more. You have to come closer for those things.”
Tatsumaki blushes furiously, but then proceeds to wipe her face with the hems of her sleeves. She stands up, walks around the small table and looks at him.
“Sit next to me.”
She sits down. Her heart is so loud and fast in her ears. Ugh.
“You seem anxious. Do you really want this?” he asks.
“Yes! Of course! Why do you ask again?!” she bursts out.
“Consent is important. Even if you’re super strong,” he replies. And then puts his arms around her: one around her waist and the other around her shoulders, bringing her close to his chest.
She freezes. It’s amazing. She feels so warm. Seconds pass by. She loves it.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Then you should, uhh, hug me back?”
Tatsumaki feels herself blushing hard and then slowly moves her arms around him, her small hands on his back, her chest against his stomach, her cheek on his chest.
“Try and relax,” he says, his lips brushing against the top of her head. He pets her hair and her back with soft touches. Tatsumaki closes her eyes and relaxes against him, her hands grabbing the fabric of his t-shirt and then releasing, grabbing and then releasing. Grabbing and then releasing and just stopping there.
He hugs her closer, his arms almost engulfing her. She’s starting to feel uncomfortable due to the position, but she doesn’t want to move. This is too nice. She must be fidgeting quite a bit though because he asks her if she’s alright. “You seem uncomfortable.”
“Oh, you noticed,” she pouts (she doesn’t even know if she’s glad or annoyed that he did). “I’ll just sit on your lap, then,” she says, and then proceeds to do so.
She hears him sighing, but then he hugs her again, even closer. “Better?” he asks.
“Yes.”
They stay like this for a while. Tatsumaki feels… safe. She’s never felt like this, not even with Blast. Because she knows he’s always running away and leaving her behind. She knows she could feel like this with her sister, but she’s so hell-bent on protecting Fubuki that she doesn’t really know how to ask for help.
She’s beginning to relax when he starts to play with a strand of her hair. Something lights up in her belly and all of a sudden she wants more.
Tatsumaki looks up at him and she catches him with the softest expression. She feels everything melting and burning inside her chest and guts.
“Hey, you, I think we should kiss,” she says, deadly serious. She hopes she asked for it the right way, this time.
He snorts. “At least you’re making progress here. But call me by my name. Do you remember it?”
“Of course I do. Saitama,” she replies, immediately.
He–Saitama, smiles. And looks at her.
She looks at him.
He looks at her.
She looks at him.
He looks at her.
“You’re really stupid, Saitama!” she exclaims. And before he can react she smashes her lips against his. They’re so soft.
Saitama slightly parts his lips and pushes back against her. Tatsumaki opens her lips in response and her tongue darts out, briefly touching Saitama’s. He imitates her, until she relaxes enough and completely opens up to him. She wants so much more. She opens her mouth as much as she can and she licks and sucks his tongue once, twice, three times. The fourth time she makes him moan and then something shifts inside her, inside him, in the air. Something is about to happen.
He moves back, he gives her one last peck on the lips and, stroking her hair, he looks at her fondly.
“Did I pass the test?”
Tatsumaki blushes. “Why did you stop?”
Saitama chuckles and murmurs: “I guess I did…”. He strokes her head and then her cheek. She’s still sitting on his lap. “I want to do this right,” he adds.
“What do you mean?”
“What about going out for a cup of coffee, tomorrow? You choose the time and the place.”
Is he asking her out? She blushes furiously and looks away.
“I think it’s better than having a make out session out of the blue like this. We might get to know each other a little more, at least, before resuming it.”
Resuming it? Her face is bright pink right now. “All right,” she replies. “If you really need this.”
He smiles at her and she gets up. “Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow around 5 pm. I’ll come pick you up”. She means literally.
Tatsumaki heads for the door, this time, but Saitama - still sitting on the floor - stops her, grabbing her wrist. “Use the window from now on, if you like it more.”
She smiles back and opens the window with a flick of her free wrist. “I guess I will.”
They look at each other and then Saitama lets her go. Tatsumaki flies out of the window, murmuring a “See ya”. She flies fast. And then faster and faster. There’s a turmoil inside of her, she’s feeling new things and things she had buried for years. It’s scary, but it’s also bright and warm and soft and beautiful.
She dived head first into this thing, craving some more physical intimacy. She would’ve never imagined that she would get so much more, that she could wish for so much more. She flies even faster, her lips curved into a smile.