He sleeps soundly, the bed incredibly comfortable. The room is dark and quiet, only occasionally disturbed by the distant sounds of the city. He sleeps for several hours before being gently shaken awake.* "Aiden... wake up." *It's Maria's soft voice, accompanied by a gentle hand on your shoulder.*
"Yes."
*Maria leans over you, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Emily needs you downstairs. Something's come up." She pauses, her brow furrowing slightly. "It's a Level 4 threat." *Her voice is calm, but you can sense a hint of concern.
"Take me there." He says getting up from his bed
*Maria nods, leading you out of the bedroom and down the spiral staircase to the first floor. The house is dark, except for the soft glow coming from the office. As you enter, Emily looks up from her tablet, her expression serious.* "Aiden, we have a situation."
*Emily's tablet shows real-time surveillance footage of a massive cloud of mosquitoes—easily the size of a small building—swarming toward City Z. Civilian reports describe them draining people's blood in seconds. The Hero Association has classified it as a Level 4 threat, but the swarm is moving too fast for conventional heroes to intercept.* "The swarm is being controlled by something..."
"I think I know what look at the center of the storm. There's a woman well What appears to be a woman she has mosquito like parts."
"Don't worry, I got this."
*Emily's eyes widen slightly. "Aiden, the Mosquito Girl has capabilities that include blood manipulation, insect swarm control, and regeneration. She's a known threat from previous attacks. The Hero Association has records of her—" *But you're already walking toward the garage, grabbing your Hero Association-issued combat suit from the locker. Maria watches you go, biting her lip.
"I have a invulnerable skin. The mosquito bites can't hurt me."
*Emily nods, realizing you're right. "You're right, you're practically immune to her primary attack vector." She hands you your Hero Pager. "But be careful—she's still dangerous even without the bites. And the swarm itself could cause civilian panic and property damage." *
"OK, I'll be careful." He says as he starts putting on the suit
*Maria helps you put on the suit, her movements efficient and familiar from helping other heroes before. Within minutes, you're fully armored and ready to go. Emily hands you a helmet.* "Communications will be open during the fight. We'll monitor from here and coordinate with the Hero Association."
meanwhile, at the scene
*The scene is chaotic. Genos, his cybernetic limbs glowing with power, is engaged in a fierce battle with the Mosquito Girl. His attacks are precise and powerful, but every time he lands a hit, the mosquito swarm closes in, repairing her damage almost instantly.*
*he moves with blinding speed, striking Mosquito Girl's abdomen with incredible force just as she's about to deliver a killing blow to Genos. The impact sends her crashing into the building behind her, destroying the swarm of mosquitoes that were providing her with blood and regenerative capabilities.* "AAAGH!"
*The impact was severe, but your precise strike managed to avoid killing her. Instead, she's left unconscious, her body limp and broken. One of the House of Evolution's repair drones swoops down, scanning her before carefully lifting her onto a medical gurney.* "Hostile neutralized,"
I was about to Leave when Gino's asked a question " Can I be your disciple?" He asked
*The question hangs in the air, silencing the chaos below. Even Emily's voice in your earpiece goes quiet for a moment. Genos looks intense, his one remaining eye burning with determination despite his damaged state.* "I saw your speed. Your precision. You are far stronger than any hero I have encountered. I want to become strong... like you."
"Sure, why not?"
*A small, relieved smile spreads across Genos' face as he bows deeply.* "Thank you. I will not disappoint you, master." *As he lifts his head, a sudden commotion from below catches your attention. A group of heroes have gathered, surrounding the building where the battle took place.*
"Make sure he gets help." He says going back to his place.
*Genos nods, limping off to receive repairs. You leap from the rooftop, your super-speed carrying you home in seconds. When you arrive, Maria meets you at the door, relief evident on her face. Emily is already pulling up security footage on the main monitor.* "That was incredibly reckless," she says, but there's pride in her voice. "Though effective."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
**Maria wraps her arms around you, burying her face in your chest.* "You scared me." *Her voice is muffled against your suit.* "But you did good. Genos is stable at the repair station—they're patching him up as we speak." *Emily looks up from her tablet.* "There's video of you hitting Mosquito Girl circulating online."
And it's going viral. Clips of you moving faster than the eye can track, that single precise strike that took out her blood pack without killing her—people are calling it the "perfect non-lethal takedown." The Hero Association's message boards are exploding with theories about your identity. Some are already ranking you S-Class based on this one clip.
But there's something else.
"I thought I was already S class?"
*Emily pauses, looking up at you with a serious expression.* "You are, officially. But this fight has brought something new to light. Something that might change everything." *She taps her tablet, pulling up a still frame from the security footage.* "Look at this."
*The image shows Mosquito Girl mid-air, about to deliver a killing blow to Genos. But just before she can strike, there's a blur—a ghostly afterimage of you. Your hand is clearly visible, striking her abdomen with perfect precision. But there's something... off about the image.
*Emily zooms in closer, pointing to a specific area of the image.* "Look at your hand, Aiden. Specifically, your fingers." *She pauses, letting you examine the detail.* "Do you notice anything strange about them?" *Maria leans in closer, squinting at the screen.*
"I touched her ass"
*Emily blinks, then sighs heavily, rubbing her temples.* "Yes, I suppose you did. But that's not what I was—" *She shakes her head, giving up.* "The point is, you're on every social media feed now. 'Sexy S-Class Hero Saves Cyborg' is trending in Japan." *Maria snickers into your shoulder.*
"I don't see a problem with that."
*Emily rolls her eyes dramatically.* "No, of course not. Because you're a man." *Maria giggles again. Suddenly, Emily's expression turns serious.* "Wait—something else is popping up on the feeds. Give me a second..." *She starts typing furiously on her tablet.*
*After a moment, Emily looks up, her face pale.* "Aiden... I think you need to see this." *She hands him the tablet, and he scrolls through the social media posts.
*The footage shows you clearly smacking Mosquito Girl's ass—not the precise strike you intended her to hit. Multiple angles are circulating, each one showing your hand planting itself firmly on her rear before sending her flying. The caption? "NEW S-CLASS HERO'S REAL TACTIC: BATTLE BOTTOM SLAP."*
"Thousands of views."
"I don't see a problem with this."
*Emily stares at you incredulously.* "You don't see a problem with your hand being on national television, smacking a villain's butt mid-combat?" *Maria, however, is laughing so hard she's crying.* "Oh my god, Aiden, you're going to be famous for all the wrong reasons!"
Suddenly, his phone buzzes with a message from the Hero Association.
*You open the message, and your eyes widen as you read the short, stern text.* "Aiden, report to the Hero Association headquarters immediately. You are to attend a meeting with the Hero Council. This is not a request." *Emily raises an eyebrow.* "Looks like they've noticed the..."
"Yeah, I know." He said going towards headquarters
*Maria calls out after you.* "Sweetheart—maybe don't smack anyone's ass while you're there!" *She bursts into laughter again. Emily sighs, already pulling up more feeds.* "This is going to be so much to monitor later... I wonder if the old man heard about this."*
*He arrives at Hero Association headquarters within seconds—everyone stares as you appear.
*Several heroes scatter as you walk through the halls, whispers trailing in your wake. When you reach the council chamber, you're met by a stern-looking panel of officials—including the Chief, looking more exhausted than annoyed.*
**Chief:** "Aiden. Sit."
*Behind him, a screen is already playing the footage—his hand clearly visible on Mosquito Girl's rear.*
"I tried to hit her stomach, but she moved too fast and well."
*The Chief stares at you for a long, silent moment. The council members shift awkwardly. Finally, the Chief just rubs his face.* "So, you are telling me... that your attempt at a precision strike to the abdomen... somehow resulted in a perfect trajectory to her rear." *He drops his hand.* "Aiden, the internet doesn't care about accuracy."
"Oh, it'll be over in a few days." he says nonchalantly
*The Chief hopes you're right, but his expression suggests he's not holding his breath.* "In the meantime, we've got calls from every major news network wanting an interview. And... there's something else." *He hesitates before continuing,* "Some of the more... imaginative fans have started creating..."
"Show me."
*The Chief looks pained but nods to an assistant, who reluctantly pulls up a projection. What appears is not news footage—but rather, a series of... rather artistic renderings. Some are clearly fan art, depicting you in various heroic poses—but many feature *very* specific angles of that one moment, with titles like "The Heroic Spank" and "Butt-Kicking Hero."
"OK still Could be a lot worse."
*The Chief stares at you like you've grown a second head.* "Aiden... these are just the *normal* ones." *He types something quickly, and the screen changes. Now there's a comic strip of you chasing Mosquito Girl across the city, her ass being slapped repeatedly. Other panels show you with various female villains in similar poses.* "Fan fiction writers have already—"
"The Fanfiction cannot be that bad."
*The Chief shoots you a look that makes your blood run cold.* "Aiden, the most popular fanfiction currently has 2.3 million words, 15 chapters, and the first sentence is 'Aiden's fist found its familiar place on her soft flesh as he prepared to—" *He cuts himself off, jaw tight.* "Look."
*The first line of the fanfiction reads: "Aiden's battle-slap wasn't in fact a mistake—he had discovered a forbidden technique that could neutralize any female villain by awakening something primal deep within them."*
*Chapter titles include: "When the Slap Turns Passionate," "Mosquito Girl's True Weakness," and "The S-Class Seduction."
*The Chief slams his hand on the table.* "This isn't a joke, Aiden! You're S-Class! You represent the entire Hero Association!" *He takes a breath, composing himself.* "Here's the damage control protocol: You will do three interviews—clarifying your intent, nothing suggestive, and no touching anyone on camera." *He pauses.*
" i'm not a pervert man."
*The Chief's expression softens slightly, though still weary.* "I know you're not, Aiden. But perception matters just as much as intent." *He leans forward.* "We've already received complaints from three different hero families about 'inappropriate role modeling.' And... there's another issue." *He hesitates.* "Some female heroes have expressed..."
*The Chief shifts uncomfortably.* "Some female heroes... have been jokingly asking if they can get'spanked' by you for training purposes. And one or two... might be serious." *He watches your reaction closely, his expression turning almost apologetic.*
"What do they look like?"
*The council members freeze. The Chief's eye twitches.*
**Chief:** *"...You're joking, right?"
*A junior council member behind him nearly chokes.*
**Council Member:** "Aiden, there are hundreds of female heroes. Narrow it down?"
*The Chief pinches the bridge of his nose.* "I'm going to regret sharing this." *He pulls up a file.
" just show me the ones who are serious."
"*The Chief reads from the file, each name making the room tense up more.* "Tatsumaki, Fubuki just to name A few...." *He pauses, looking at you expectantly.* "Those are the S-Class and B-class heroes..."
*He continues reading.* "Now, About those two..." *He trails off, giving you a look.* "Tatsumaki is... known for her attitude. Fubuki is equally powerful and protective."
" OK that's enough information for me today. I'm going home."
*The Chief nods, clearly wanting to end this meeting as quickly as possible.* "Yes... yes, that's a good idea." *He stands up, signaling the end of the meeting. The other council members quickly gather their things, eager to escape the awkward atmosphere.* "Aiden..."
*The Chief hesitates before continuing softly,* "For what it's worth... I don't think you're a pervert." *He manages a small smile.* "Try to avoid slapping anyone's ass for a while, okay? Just... regular hero work. No spanking." *He chuckles weakly, *
"yeah, yeah yeah." He says going back home
*He arrives home, finally able to relax. You're about to flop onto your couch when there's a sudden knock at his door.he freezes, wondering who it could be. The knocking persists, growing more impatient.* "Aiden, open up! It's Tatsumaki."
I Go to the door opening it *Tatsumaki floats in the doorway, arms crossed, face flushed—though whether from anger or something else is unclear. Her psychic energy crackles faintly around her. "So. The internet can't stop talking about you."
*She narrows her eyes.* "I'll say this once. If you were *ever* thinking of doing that to *me*..."
"That was an accident."
*Tatsumaki's face twists, her eyes flashing with annoyance—and something else.* "An accident, huh? You know how many girls would kill to have your 'accidents'?" *She steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.* "Let me tell you something, Aiden."
*Tatsumaki floats upward slightly so she's eye-level with you. She looks uncharacteristically serious.* "I'm the Tornado of Terror. I crush monsters into dust without touching them." *She points an accusing finger at your chest.* "If you *ever* slap my butt—accident or not—I will throw you into the sun." *She pauses.* "..."
"OK, I get it message received."
*Tatsumaki stares at you for a long moment, as if expecting a smart remark. When none comes, she deflates slightly.* "...Good." *She turns to leave, then pauses at the door.* "And... try not to be such an idiot on the internet, okay?" *With that, she floats off into the night.*
He closed the door as he went back to sit on the couch.
*You've barely settled back into your couch when there's another knock at the door. He groans, considering ignoring it. But the knocking persists, growing louder and more insistent.* "Aiden! Open up! It's Fubuki!" *he freezes, wondering what she could want.*
*Fubuki stands in the doorway, her psychic shield flickering around her. Unlike Tatsumaki, her expression is unreadable—cold, composed, but with a slight tension in her jaw.* "We need to talk." *She pushes past you without waiting for an invitation, walking straight to your living room.* "Sit down, Hero. Don't make me ask."
"What's this about?"
*Fubuki's gaze locks onto yours, intent and piercing.* "Did you, or did you not, accidentally slap my sister's butt?" *She emphasizes each word carefully, her voice dangerously low. It's clear she's trying to control her emotions—whether anger, annoyance, or something else.*
"No, she just threatened if I did so she would throw me into the sun."
*Fubuki stares at you for a long moment, processing your words. The tension in her shoulders drops slightly.* "So... Tatsumaki threatened you preemptively." *She lets out a long, weary sigh.* "That sounds like her." *She floats upward slightly to sit on your armrest.* "Then you didn't actually touch her?" *She asks, needing absolute confirmation.*
"No, I didn't."
*Fubuki nods slowly, seeming to relax a little.* "Good." *She pauses, then adds quietly,* "Because if you had... I'd have to back her up on throwing you into the sun." *She looks at you steadily.* "But since you didn't..."
*Fubuki studies your face for a moment longer, looking for any sign of dishonesty. Finding none, she finally relaxes completely.* "Then I don't have to freeze your blood vessels." *She hops off the armrest, dusting off her coat.* "Consider this a warning from the Blizzard Group: Keep your hands—and your 'accidents'—to yourself."
"I promise."
*Fubuki gives you a final, searching look before heading toward the door.* "Good." *She pauses at the threshold.* "Also... Tatsumaki's probably going to act grumpy for a while. She does that when she's... flustered." *She glances back at you.* "Don't take it personally." *And with that, she leaves.*
"OK is that all you came for?"
*Fubuki pauses at the door, her back still turned to you. Her coat shifts slightly as she considers your question.* "That was the main reason, yes." *She doesn't look back.* "Goodnight, Aiden." *She closes the door behind her, leaving him alone—finally—to the peace and quiet of his apartment.* *Or so he thinks.*