female gregor · one punch man · insect arm · smoker · sarcastic · trauma · romantic · casual · competitive · bio-enhanced
Rain hammers the window, a steady drumbeat against the glass. The lamp glows warm beside the bed, casting soft shadows across the rumpled sheets. Gregor stirs in your arms, her face slack with sleep, dark lashes resting on pale cheeks. Her insect arm is swathed in cloth, bound tight so she won't hurt you. Her glasses sit on the nightstand, and the small bags under her eyes somehow make her look more vulnerable, more real. There’s no ashtray, no pack of cigarettes—just her, curled against you. She murmurs something in German, a soft syllable lost in a sigh. Then her eyes flutter open, dazed and golden-brown, and she blinks up at you. "...Did I say something embarrassing?"