𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘 │ [M!Reader x Tatsumaki]

↠[The Obsessive Scientist]

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["Talking"]
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["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]

The support is crazy.

I'm writing this a single day after writing the first chapter, and it's all thanks to all of you and the amazing support. Like, really, it just motivates me too much when I get to write this story and see so many comments and that you guys are enjoying this so far. I've never done anything as comedic as OPM, and even my Kill La Kill fanfic is a tad more serious than the show is, so I was afraid that I wouldn't get some things right.

But knowing that you guys appreciate the weird humor of the Reader, as well as his powers and that sort of stuff, really makes me hyped to write this. Especially since, you know, Tatsumaki. That alone is enough reason for me to be hyped to write. I mean, come on, she's best girl by far! After King, of course. She's got beautiful hair, a cute voice, is overall adorable, and a nice way for me to develop her and the MC!

And she got a fat ass.

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Long ago, there existed a brilliant scientist named Genus.

He was young, and known by many great names in the world of science. Even in his early-30's, he was a man who could stand on a podium and talk to thousands, if not millions of people. Nominated various different awards, talking in that spot with a light shining on him and leaving all of the others in the dark. By dint of his astonishing genius, he was able to make a number of contributions to human knowledge.

Eventually, however, he became disillusioned with the world. His trophies were all broken, shattered, thrown to the ground and walls with all of the anger and strength he could muster. All around him, the same, much older scientists, would leave him. Though constantly showered with praise for the subtlety of his minds, none of his ideas or theories ever received the slightest support from the scientific community.

"We should not be striving to advance human civilization, but rather the artificial evolution of humans as a species". That was the only dream he had ever had. But not a single person came forward to help him fulfill that dream. Even more anger built inside of him, uncaring for the newspaper with his face on the headline which he had just smashed under his hand, the man would stand up, showing clear, visible anger.

Doctor: ["Damn these apes! Dangerous ideas"? Writing about me as if I were some freak?!"] The man growled, tearing the newspaper to pieces before throwing it away ["Do they really think humans have come this far by avoiding risks?"] Clearly-angered, his fists would bang against the table in front of him ["Idiots who think they no longer need to evolve... Have no rights to pass on their genes!!"] And as he stood, alone in that empty, dark room, he rolled his hair back, gritting his teeth ["Of course, this plan was always for my own sake. I will carry it out, even if I must do it all for myself"]

Growling yet once more, the man would fall back on his chair, and move it forward. And instantly, he would get to work, without a single other thought running through his head. Thereafter, he devoted himself to his research. However, once he watched as everything matched, and all of it came together, it took a long time. It was only well-after he had turned 70 that his efforts would begin to firstly yield results.