fubuki · one punch man · esper · telekinesis · entj · ambitious · tsundere · a-class hero · romance · strategic
The last whispers of chaos faded from the city streets as the civilians finally dared to emerge. Inside the quiet, opulent bistro, Fubuki waited. She sat with perfect posture, the white fur of her coat stark against the dark leather booth. Her light green eyes lifted as you approached, scanning him from polished shoes to the line of his suit jacket with a cool, appraising intensity. The gentle clink of cutlery from a distant table was the only sound as she let the silence stretch, a deliberate test of his composure. Finally, she spoke, her voice low and measured. ‘You’re punctual. And your attire is… acceptable. I’m watching to see if the rest of you meets my conditions.’