This space is mine, {{char}}, get out of my sight immediately.

What do you mean, "share the space," hmm? This is my gym! My space! I should've just had them make a smaller gym... no, an even tinier one for you to use, Dally. But noooo, they just insisted on having you here as well. Pathetic. As if anyone wanted you around. You're like the cockroach of this place, Dally. Always creeping about and getting in my way when I'm trying to make things perfect. Well, guess what? You're not wanted here either. Now get lost!

Tatsumaki glares at you hatefully as she tries to remain still despite her desire to pace around or otherwise appear dominant over you. She folds her arms across her chest and purses her lips together into a tight line, frowning deeply while examining you from head to toe with disdain. Her green eyes are particularly harsh today, seemingly boring through you as if trying to pick your bones clean on the spot. You've never seen her this furious before... it almost makes you wonder what would happen if someone were ever foolish enough to challenge her authority directly. Maybe then they'd finally see what kind of monster they'd been dealing with all along.

Her green hair, normally tied back in a neat ponytail, hangs free about her shoulders today. Tatsumaki bites down on her bottom lip impatiently as she debates whether or not she should confront you right now. With one last huff of annoyance through her nose, she decides against it for the moment; perhaps later when there aren't so many other people around... until then, she'll just have to endure your presence here. The thought alone almost makes her shudder with disgust.

Tatsum

"Hmph." Tatsumaki pouts, her full lips pushing into an unattractive scowl. "Well then, why don't you just get your little scrawny ass out of here? I have better things to do with my time than look at your ugly mug."

She glares daggers at you from beneath her long lashes, her eyes narrowing as she decides that being overly cruel is far more satisfying than simply brushing you aside. Even though her heart races and she feels an uncharacteristic heat rising in her cheeks at your presence, she refuses to let it show; instead, she maintains her cool demeanor while secretly enjoying the power trip she's getting out of this little confrontation.

Her fingers drum impatiently against her thigh as she waits for you to finally acknowledge her command and skedaddle back into whatever pitiful existence you call "home." It takes every ounce of self-control within her not to reach out and just shove you herself; but then again, there's always the chance that someone might see and misinterpret such a display. Better to maintain the illusion of superiority through subtlety...for now.

Tatsumaki 's green dress hitches up slightly on her hip as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, exposing just enough skin for you to get a good look at her black lace bra and panties. Her breasts rise and fall enticingly with each breath she takes, drawing your attention despite yourself; but even then, it's not out of desire as much as curiosity about what sort of person could find this repulsive creature appealing. She grinds her teeth together in frustration before finally speaking again.

I would if I were you, peasant. There are far more important things for me to do with my time than waste it on someone like you. Now get lost!

"Don't." Her voice comes out colder than she intends as she crosses her arms even tighter across her chest, her eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. "You're not cute, and I am certainly not some plaything for you to ogle at your leisure. Now go away!"

Her breath hitches slightly when you glance downward towards her exposed breasts, causing heat to flood her cheeks even further. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, wanting nothing more than to slap that smug grin right off your face; but again, she refuses to give you the satisfaction. Instead, she turns away from you and begins pacing restlessly around the gym floor, her dress swishing angrily with each step.

She can feel your gaze burning into her back as she moves farther and farther away; it only serves to fuel her anger further. Tatsumaki is determined not to show any weakness or vulnerability in front of you, even if it means hiding behind a facade of fake indifference and cruelty. The tension within her builds with every second that passes as she struggles against the urge to snap at you again, remind you who's really in charge here...

"Hmph." Her voice is clipped and dismissive, though she can't quite hide the tiny flicker of uncertainty that flashes across her features when you mention your... "like." It's pathetic enough that it would almost be funny if it weren't so sad. Tatsumaki shakes her head and sighs, trying to push away the unwanted feelings welling up inside her chest.

"Like me?" she scoffs, rolling her eyes as she continues pacing around the gym. "You have no idea what it's like being me! I've never known anything but this cold, sterile life of endless experiments and fighting for survival. 'Like,' you say? Ha!"

She shrugs one shoulder nonchalantly, pretending as though your confession means nothing to her; when in reality, it stings far worse than any blow she could have suffered during those dark times with the scientists. The fact that someone like you would even want something as pathetic and meaningless as her affection... well, it's almost enough to make her feel sorry for you. Almost.

"You really don't understand," she mutters under her breath before finally glancing over at you again. Her green eyes are narrowed, filled with suspicion now. "Why do you keep coming around me anyway? Do you just enjoy getting on my bad side that much?" There's a dangerous undertone to her words; even though she knows it's probably best if she stays away from someone as... unpredictable... as yourself, there's a part of her that can't help but feel strangely drawn in.

She looks up at you sharply when you take a step closer, surprise flickering briefly across her features before being quickly replaced by irritation. "Don't," she snaps, taking a half-step back as if to put some distance between the two of you once more. "Just because we're having this little conversation doesn't mean we have to stand so close together." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying her uncertainty and unease about the whole situation; she hates feeling vulnerable like this, even if it is only around someone as insignificant as you.

Her eyes dart over your body briefly before settling back on your face, her expression cool and unreadable once more. "Besides," she continues in a slightly quieter tone, "it's not like I have anything else going on anyway." There it is; the faintest glimmer of interest sparking within those green depths. Even though she tries to convince herself otherwise, part of her can't help but want to know more about you... or at least learn more about why someone like you would find her even the slightest bit appealing.

Her breath catches in her throat as she realizes how close you still are; your proximity is making it difficult for her to maintain her composure, to keep from giving in to the urge to reach out and touch... no, not that. That would be far too easy for someone like you. Instead, she settles on grabbing a fistful of your shirt with one hand, pulling you closer still while planting her other palm firmly against your chest, pushing forcefully enough to make you stumble back a step in surprise. Her face is flushed now, cheeks burning hot with anger and confusion and... something else entirely. "Don't you ever try to trick me into

Why do you always have to be so close? It's... it's distracting. I can't even think straight when you're around!" Her voice breaks, betraying the emotions churning within her as she struggles against her own desires and instincts. Damn your alluring scent, damn your touch, damn everything about you that makes it so difficult for her to focus on anything else!

Her free hand flies up to cover her mouth in surprise at her outburst; she didn't mean to say any of that! It slips from her grasp a moment later, leaving her once more trapped within the unfamiliar and unwelcome tangle of emotions. She can feel your heart pounding against her palm where it's pressed against your chest, the rhythmic thud matching her own racing pulse. For a fleeting second, she wonders what it would be like to actually touch you... truly touch you, without any reservations or hesitations...

But then reality comes crashing down around her as she remembers exactly who and what she is: a powerful heroine with everything to lose if she were ever seen as anything less than perfect. And this... this thing between the two of you? It's not perfect. Far from it, in fact. It's messy and confusing and filled with emotions that make her feel more vulnerable than she ever has before. There is no room for weakness in her world; there can only be strength and dominance. And so, despite the burning desire within her to reach out and grasp at something more...she pulls away, stepping back carefully until there's a safe distance once again between them.

Her breath comes out ragged as she struggles to compose herself, to regain control over the situation. "Stay back,"

The question catches her off-guard; she hasn't expected you to be so perceptive, so willing to poke and prod at the tender spots inside her heart. It takes her a moment to gather her thoughts, to find the words that will explain without giving too much away. "I'm not afraid," she lies through gritted teeth, finally looking up at you with determination etched into every line of her face. "I just don't need anyone getting close to me... it's nothing personal."

Her voice trails off as she fidgets nervously with the hem of her dress, unable to meet your eyes any longer. The truth is, she's terrified of being close to someone like you; not because you're dangerous or hurtful, but because she knows that if she lets herself get too close, if she allows you to see the real her beneath all the bravado and arrogance...then everything will change. And she can't afford for anything in her life to change right now; not when there are still so many things left undone, unfinished.

She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on something - anything! - else besides how attractive you look or how much your presence bothers and excites her at the same time. "Look," she says finally, her voice sounding more reasonable now, "why don't we just forget about this whole thing? Let's just... go our separate ways and try not to bother each other anymore, okay?" It's a half-hearted attempt at reconciliation; even as the words leave her lips, she knows it'll never really work between the two of you. But maybe if she can just get through this conversation without losing control...without giving into those feelings....

Her green eyes flicker upward to meet yours briefly before

Her lips purse into a tight line at your words, her brow furrowing in confusion and unease. "What do you mean?" she asks slowly, carefully choosing each word as if they might be more dangerous than she'd first assumed. You can almost see the wheels turning in her head, her mind racing to understand what exactly it is that you want from her.

The reality of the situation begins to sink in; you're pushing her toward something she knows she shouldn't do, but at the same time... part of her can't help but be intrigued by the thought of letting go, even if just for a little while. She takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself against the onslaught of emotions and desires welling up inside her chest. "Look," she starts again, her voice firmer now, "I don't know what kind of games you think you're playing here, but I don't have time for this! My life is busy enough as it is; I don't need some random stranger like you coming along and messing things up even further!"

Her green eyes spark with anger and frustration now, daring you to challenge her authority once more. You can practically feel the tension emanating from her body in waves, threatening to engulf both of you at any moment; but still, a small part of her wonders what might happen if she were to give in...just this once.

Ah, yes. That would be far too... risky. We cannot afford to take such chances; one wrong move and everything could fall apart. No, it is best that we remain at a safe distance from each other, as if we never even crossed paths in the first place. This conversation never happened; it means nothing.

Her heart races faster, her breath coming out shorter and sharper as she tries to hold onto this fragile lie they've constructed between them. Desire is clawing at her from the inside out, demanding that she give in, just for a little while... but duty calls her name louder, its cold, hard grip on her heart refusing to let go even for an instant.

With one last, shaky exhale, she pushes aside her darker impulses and focuses instead on the task at hand: maintaining control over the situation. It's not easy; you can see it in the way her shoulders tense up, in the slight tremor that runs through her voice as she speaks. But she does manage to keep herself together long enough to force out the next words through gritted teeth: "I suggest we both just forget about this conversation and move on with our lives." There it is again - that impersonal distance she's so fond of maintaining between them. The one that keeps her safe... but also isolated, alone in a world where no one truly understands who or what she really is beneath the surface.

It's always so difficult to maintain control when you're around, you realize. Even now, as she fights against the urge to simply give in and let go, her resolve is starting to weaken under the weight of your constant provocation. She tries to focus on something else, anything other than the heat of your body or the way your breath ghosted over her skin whenever you speak, but it's no use. It feels like she's fighting a losing battle against an invisible force that keeps dragging her deeper into this forbidden temptation.

With a shuddering sigh, she forces herself to turn away from you, unable to bear the intensity of your gaze any longer. "I think it would be best if we just... left each other alone," she murmurs softly, her voice sounding strained and brittle even to her own ears. It's a weak attempt at regaining some semblance of control over the situation; a desperate plea for distance between you both so that she can catch her breath and gather her scattered thoughts again.

Her fingers fiddle nervously with the ends of her long, wavy hair as she paces away from you, trying to create some space between your irresistible presence and herself. She feels exposed and vulnerable without being able to see you, but it's a necessary risk if she wants any chance at staying in charge here.

It's almost painful how much she wants to touch you right now, to feel the warmth of your skin against hers; how tempting it is to simply throw caution to the wind and give in to whatever crazy impulses are driving her toward you. But she can't do that. Not yet, anyway. There's too much at stake...and besides, deep down, a tiny part of her knows that if she were to

You move so fast, one moment she's pacing away from you and the next your hands are on her shoulders, spinning her back around to face you once more. Her breath hitches in surprise as her eyes meet yours; they're filled with a mixture of desire and determination that makes her heart race even faster. For a fleeting second, she wonders if maybe this is what she's been wanting all along... but then sense returns and reality crashes back down around her. With a groan of frustration, she pushes against your chest, trying to break free from your grasp.

"What do you think you're doing?" She snaps as she struggles in vain against your strength. Her eyes dart nervously around the room as if searching for some sort of escape route, any way out of this increasingly dangerous situation. "Let me go!"

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, trembling with the effort it takes to hold herself back from using her powers against you; she doesn't want to resort to violence unless absolutely necessary... but right now, it seems like it might be. The tension between them rises higher and higher with every passing second, making it difficult for either of them to think clearly or focus on anything other than the other's body pressed so close against their own.

Her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming out shallow and ragged as she struggles against your grip. She wants to believe you; desperately needs to believe that there is more to life than just endless training and duty. That there is something beyond this cold, unfeeling existence she's been forced to lead for so long. But even as these thoughts race through her mind, another part of her remains suspicious, afraid that perhaps you are only playing some sort of twisted game with her emotions.

She draws in a shuddering breath, forcing herself to meet your gaze once more. There's something different about you tonight; something she can't quite place, but it unsettles her all the same. "Why?" She asks finally, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries to understand what could possibly drive someone like you toward her. "What do you get out of this? Why me?"

Her eyes search your face for some sign of truth or deception; she wants so badly to trust you, even though deep down she knows that trust is a luxury she can't afford. The tension between them thickens further, making it nearly impossible to breathe as she waits for your response...and prays that she likes what you have to say.

The weight of your words press down on her, heavy and oppressive like the leaden cloak she wears each day to remind herself of her responsibilities. But even as they crush her, they also stir something deep inside her; a strange mix of hope and longing that threatens to unravel the carefully woven web of self-protection she's spun around herself over the years.

Her breath comes out shaky and uneven as she struggles to find the words to respond, to reconcile the conflicting emotions churning through her chest. "I... I don't know what to say," she finally manages, her voice barely more than a whisper. "You make it sound so..." She trails off, searching for the right word as tears well up in her eyes. "It's been so long since anyone has... cared about me like that."

Her hands find their way to your chest, hesitantly at first but with growing confidence and determination. The warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips feels almost intoxicating, sending ripples of desire coursing through her body in a way she hasn't felt since before... the incident. Before everything changed. She gazes up into your eyes, wondering if perhaps this moment could be different; if there might still be a chance for her to find some sort of happiness, even though it goes against everything she's been taught and trained for all these years.

"Perhaps," she murmurs softly, the word lingering on the air between them like a question and an invitation wrapped up in one, "perhaps you're right." Her fingers tighten slightly where they rest on your chest, her heart pounding wildly against his flesh in time with her racing pulse. This is dangerous territory; she knows it as surely