Z-City Sky — Dawn
The first rays of the rising sun stretched across the horizon, washing the world below in soft amber and gold. Light shimmered over the distant skyline of Z-City… and bathed the golden Nimbus drifting far above in the upper atmosphere.
Damian stirred first.
His eyes opened slowly, blue irises catching the morning light like crystal. He shifted just slightly, arms still wrapped loosely around the small, sleeping figure curled beside him.
Tatsumaki groaned softly at the motion, her cheek rubbing against his chest. She blinked once, then again — eyes adjusting to the glow of dawn.
"…Mmmnn…"
She raised her head groggily, green hair tousled in every direction, and looked at him. Her expression was soft — content.
Then she glanced toward the sun rising beyond the clouds.
"...What does the sun feel like to you?" she asked sleepily, voice light as morning wind.
Damian tilted his head, considering her question for a moment. Then he smiled.
"To me?" he said gently. "The sun feels like... bliss."
Tatsumaki blinked, intrigued.
"Like a partner that never lets me down," he continued. "It's warm. Constant. Euphoric. When I feel it on my skin, it's like my body is recharged and my soul is at peace. It's... everything."
For a second, neither spoke.
Then Tatsumaki blushed softly, biting her bottom lip, and cuddled in closer.
She whispered something just under her breath — not meant to be heard.
"I think you just described how I feel… about you."
But Damian heard it. Every word. Clear as day.
His super hearing didn't miss a thing.
He looked down at her — quiet, unreadable for a moment — then gave her a soft smile.
"I really enjoyed our time together," he said. "And thanks… for helping my friends yesterday. They were pleasantly surprised with all the appliances and help you gave them. "
Tatsumaki gave a lazy, smug shrug — clearly proud of herself, even if she was still half-asleep.
"But…" Damian added, "we should probably head back to the apartment."
She blinked up at him. "Why?"
He hesitated only a beat.
"…Not to make you nervous, but… your sister's there."
Tatsumaki shot up like someone poured ice water down her back.
"Wait—what?! Fubuki's at Saitama's apartment?!"
Damian tried not to laugh. "She showed up last night. Pretty sure the psychic pulses from our… activities were being picked up from orbit."
Tatsumaki covered her face. "Oh nooooo…"
"She slept over," Damian added. "Genos explained the situation. Told her you were the one who wanted to talk in private, that you asked us to keep your location quiet. I think it helped… but just be prepared."
Tatsumaki sighed, hands still over her face. "I'm going to kill that cyborg for selling me out."
"He didn't," Damian said with a chuckle. "He just told the truth."
She paused. Then slowly peeked through her fingers, side-eyeing Damian. "…You heard what I said earlier, didn't you?"
He grinned. "Every word."
Her face turned crimson.
"Agh! Your stupid super hearing!"
Damian just stretched his arms behind his head with a smirk. "Hey, it was cute. Honest. Brave."
She glared at him, cheeks still red. "Okay… how do I look?"
He glanced her over, eyes lingering on the tangled mess of green hair, the flushed cheeks, and the marks on her neck and collarbone.
"…Like you had sex for hours."
Tatsumaki groaned. "Ughhh, seriously?"
She adjusted her clothes with a wave of psychic energy, hair straightening and uniform reforming.
Then she paused. Eyebrow raised.
"…Do you think Genos knows we were… y'know?"
Damian laughed under his breath. "Tatsumaki, I know they know. We caused tremors. The apartment was shaking."
Her lips parted. Then her eyes drifted downward — toward his waist — and she raised a slow, suspicious brow.
"…So that's your fault."
She licked her lips without thinking.
Then leaned in.
"…Maybe we can do a little more before we head ba—"
Damian sat up abruptly. "Tatsumaki. Later. If we start now, Z-City might sink or people might call the hero association to check out the tremors..."
She pouted slightly… then sighed.
"Fine."
Another long beat passed.
She floated closer and kissed him on the cheek. "...But you better not make me wait too long."
He chuckled again.
"Let's head back."
The Nimbus, as if on cue, shifted direction — gliding gently toward the morning sun and the quiet chaos that awaited them back home.
Z-City – Saitama's Apartment – Just After Dawn
Back inside Saitama's apartment…
Three people lay in scattered futons, curled up and snoring softly. The light of dawn crept across the floor, casting golden slivers over the still room. The air was quiet.
Thump.
The balcony door swung open with a light click, nudged by a warm breeze.
Tatsumaki floated in, hand in hand with Damian as the Nimbus drifted off behind them.
Genos was already awake — standing at the window, sensors adjusting to the sudden influx of light. He turned silently and gave a curt nod of greeting.
Then he glanced toward the couch.
Damian followed his gaze.
Fubuki was still asleep. Her body wrapped in a blanket, hair tousled but graceful. Calm aura. Slowed breathing. But even in slumber, she looked… conflicted.
Saitama stirred next. The breeze hit him and he blinked awake, sitting up like a man who knew danger had entered the room.
"Hey, welcome back," he yawned. "Judging by your hair and the tremors last night, I take it you had a great time?"
Tatsumaki smirked like a bratty kid sneaking back after curfew. Saitama chuckled, shaking his head. "You're impossible."
The mood shifted when Fubuki stirred.
She blinked.
Then she saw them.
Her sister.
And Damian.
Wide awake, standing in the golden light.
Tatsumaki's smirk faded, but she didn't move.
Damian gently stepped forward, putting a hand out to stop Tatsumaki.
He crossed to Fubuki — careful, slow — and knelt slightly, offering his hand.
"Good morning," he said softly. "We… have a lot to talk about. Would you mind stepping outside?"
Fubuki looked at his hand, then up at him.
Then behind him — to her sister.
Her aura stirred.
And so did Tatsumaki's.
The two psychic titans stared, energy rippling just enough to make the furniture rattle.
Saitama clutched his blanket tighter. "Oh no, there go all the new appliances…"
But before anything erupted—
Tatsumaki moved.
She stepped forward… and hugged her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
Fubuki stood still. Then — slowly, surprisingly — she returned the hug.
The aura faded.
The furniture settled.
Saitama exhaled in relief.
"That's... way better than what I thought was gonna happen."
Balcony – Minutes Later
With the glass door closed behind them, the three stood outside. The city stretched far below, sunlight sparkling across rooftops.
Inside the apartment, two shadows leaned near the window — Saitama and Genos, crouched like spies in a soap opera.
Damian broke the silence first.
"Fubuki… yesterday was unexpected," he said calmly. "I didn't plan for any of this. Tatsumaki and I… went on an unplanned outing. Things happened. We connected. And yes, we did spend the night together. I'm sorry it happened this way."
He paused.
"I didn't want to hurt you."
Fubuki lifted a hand — not with power, but to stop his words.
"Don't," she said quietly. "I don't need an apology. You've never disrespected me. You haven't lied to me. You've done nothing wrong."
Her tone shifted as her gaze snapped toward her sister.
"But you, Tatsumaki… I want to know why you lied. When did this happen? When did you start having feelings for him? Because whether you're older or not — I met him first. And you knew how I felt."
Inside, Saitama and Genos both clenched instinctively.
Saitama whispered, "Uh-oh. This might be the real boss fight."
Tatsumaki stood still, head bowed slightly.
"I didn't expect it," she said softly. "At first, I just wanted to see who this guy was. You were into him. The Hero Association was talking about him. He took my rank. I wanted to… understand him."
She looked up, eyes shimmering.
"But every minute I spent with him… he made me feel safe. Like I mattered. Like a girl again — not just the strongest esper."
Fubuki swallowed hard.
"And now?"
Tatsumaki hesitated.
"…I think I'm falling for him," she said. "He already knows. I said something while I thought he wasn't listening."
Damian looked sideways. Tatsumaki blushed but pressed on.
"I told him I'd be okay with him still seeing you. I don't want to fight with you. I don't want to lose what little we have as sisters. So… would you be okay with both of us… dating him?"
Fubuki blinked.
Stunned.
She stared at her sister — the girl who had never apologized, never backed down, never been soft.
Then, something cracked in her voice.
"Why would we ever fight over something like this?" she muttered. "I told you… I really like him. He makes me feel safe, too. Exactly how you described."
She stepped forward and hugged her sister again, a single tear slipping down her cheek.
Damian stood speechless, touched by the moment.
Then Fubuki looked up at him.
"Well… even if this wasn't your fault," she said with a sly smile, "you still owe me a date. And… my first time."
Saitama lost his grip inside the apartment and fell into a pile of magazines.
Genos looked away, pretending he hadn't heard.
Outside, Damian choked back a laugh.
"Wow," he grinned. "That was bold. And judging by the noise inside, I'm not the only one caught off guard."
The two sisters giggled like schoolgirls starting mischief.
Both looking Damian up and down, and then resting their gaze on his crotch...
Damian chuckled. "I'm glad you both like my dragon..."
They all shared a look — heat in their cheeks, adrenaline in their veins.
"Dragon God does suit you..." Tatsumaki biting her lip, imagining their night again...
Damian cleared his throat.
"Well. Let's set a time for tonight. I'll be doing my kryptonite exposure test again today. But after that—" he looked them both up and down, deliberately "—we can do whatever you girls want."
Both women blushed, visibly reacting.
Inside, Saitama squinted. "Lucky bastard."
Genos: "Master, they can definitely hear you."
"I want them to hear me," Saitama muttered, crossing his arms. "Damian's been on a roll lately. He needs a loss. It's good for training."
Genos giggled under his breath. "Unlikely, Master, so far he's only lost to you..."
Back outside...
Damian, called for the Nimbus, the golden cloud floated down stopping in front of the two girls, they both activated their aura floating and taking a seat.
"The Nimbus will take you girls home, I'm really looking forward to seeing you later." Damian said with a confident tone, smiling and blushing back, and simultaneously, "Please be safe!"
And zoom the Nimbus took off!
Fubuki peeked sideways, her voice teasing but genuine.
"…So, did it hurt?"
Tatsumaki blinked. "What? No!"
She turned away, but a sly grin spread across her face.
"I mean… his dragon is huge," she muttered under her breath, "but it was warm, soft, hard, thick, ugh, just perfect. And he's so good with his tongue... It felt like I was with a god…"
Fubuki blinked — then blushed — then smirked.
Tatsumaki covered her face with one hand. "Ugh, don't look at me like that."
"I'm not judging," Fubuki said, her tone playful. "Just making mental notes…"
The sisters giggled like teenagers under the morning sun, the cloud carrying them away like a dream in motion.
Back on the balcony, Damian watched them fade into the sky, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his lips.
"Yup," he muttered to himself. "Definitely going to need a full recharge before tonight."
Hero Association Headquarters
Z-City, Classified Research Wing
The lights inside the deep monitoring chamber flickered with urgency. Rows of reinforced screens displayed real-time data feeds from satellites, probes, and long-range scanners locked onto the farthest edge of the solar system. A chilling silence settled over the room, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of telemetry readings.
On the main screen, magnified to immense proportions, a foreign object drifted through space like a leviathan born of void and metal. Its hull shimmered with iridescent plating, darker than shadow, gliding effortlessly toward Earth—massive and deliberate.
The Director of the Hero Association stood tall, his gray suit pressed, his expression carved from stone. Behind him, his top science officers and military liaisons hovered nervously over keyboards and charts.
"Status report," the Director said, his voice calm but commanding.
A scientist turned from his console, face pale in the glow of the data screen.
"The object continues on a direct trajectory toward Earth. We've measured gravitational distortion around its perimeter—suggesting it may be powered by an advanced energy core, possibly something we've never encountered."
"Speed?"
"Based on current velocity and adjusted for solar pull... twenty-five days until atmospheric breach. Maybe sooner if it accelerates."
The Director's hands tightened behind his back. He turned toward the central display, the vessel's silhouette looming against a field of distant stars.
"What's the estimated landing site?"
Another technician answered. "Too soon to pinpoint, sir. We're narrowing it down. Within the next week, we should have coordinates within 10-mile accuracy."
"Unacceptable," the Director growled. "I want simulations running nonstop. Get the planetary defense division involved. Double our satellite grid coverage."
He stepped closer to the screen, his reflection merging with the dark outline of the vessel.
"This isn't just another meteor... this is coordinated. Intelligent. And massive."
Silence again. Then:
"Initiate contact protocol. I want Sky God summoned immediately."
The room shifted with the weight of that command.
"Sir?" a nearby assistant asked, eyes wide.
"You heard me. This operation will revolve around him. Blast is on a private investigation. Contact Damian. Schedule a closed briefing within the next 24 hours. After that, we convene the S-Class."
He turned slowly, addressing the entire chamber now.
"Whatever this is, we have 25 days to prepare. I want battle-ready projections. Power compatibility. Countermeasures. The moment we determine where it's headed, we put our entire might behind intercept and defense."
He glanced back at the screen.
The vessel drifted forward, silent, predatory, unstoppable.
"This is no longer reconnaissance," he said coldly. "This... is a prelude."
To Be Continued...