characters faces pressed against glass

Mirko's victorious defeat

Mirko had just finished delivering a brutal kick to the Nomu’s chest, her muscles taut with fury and adrenaline as she sent the monstrous creature flying into the air. The twisted abomination let out a garbled roar before it exploded in a messy burst of smoke and debris, the force of the blast sending Mirko hurtling backward with it. She wasn’t expecting to lose control, her legs kicked wildly in the air as she tried to reorient herself—but it was too late.

BAM!

She slammed face-first into the glass side of a towering skyscraper, her body hitting with such force that it should’ve shattered the windows instantly—but for some reason, these windows were completely unbreakable. The impact was unforgiving, and her face mashed against the smooth glass like a squashed fruit. Her strong nose flattened harshly, bending upward from the pressure, her nostrils flaring wide as they smushed against the cold surface. Her forehead hit right above her nose, skin stretching awkwardly as her cheek followed suit, pressing hard into the glass.

Mirko gritted her teeth, her jaw clenched in both pain and humiliation as she tried to push herself off, but her face was stuck for a brief, agonizing moment. The glass didn’t budge; it was as if she had been plastered there like an embarrassing cartoon character. Her nose felt like it was being shoved up her face, her forehead tight against the surface, while her cheek spread out awkwardly, her skin and fur pressed flat against the glass.

Suddenly, a high-pitched giggle pierced through the chaos. Mirko’s eyes flickered toward the other side of the window—and there stood Himiko Toga, laughing like a maniac, her eyes wide with gleeful insanity. Toga practically skipped toward the glass, her nose already squishing against the very spot where Mirko’s was flattened. If not for the barrier between them, their noses would have been squashed directly into each other.

“Aw, poor bunny! You look like a pancake!” Toga squealed, pressing her own face harder against the glass. Her nose, too, squished up in a ridiculous, pig-like manner, her nostrils flaring as she mocked Mirko’s position. She wiggled her nose against the glass, rubbing it up and down with exaggerated enthusiasm, her giggles turning into full-blown cackles. Her wide eyes sparkled with mischief as she dragged her nose in slow, deliberate motions, leaving a trail of condensation and fog on the glass.

Mirko’s embarrassment flared into pure rage. She could feel her face heating up, but there was nothing she could do in that moment except endure the humiliating display. Her muscles tensed as she tried to push herself away from the window, but her face remained plastered there, sliding down ever so slowly as gravity took over. Her forehead and nose dragged down the smooth surface, her flattened cheek squishing further as she began her slow descent.

Toga’s laughter grew louder and more hysterical as she followed Mirko’s descent, her face still pressed against the glass, mimicking the hero’s every movement. Her breath fogged up the window, creating a hazy blur between them, but Toga didn’t stop. She continued to rub her nose up and down in front of Mirko, giggling like a lunatic and pressing her tongue against the glass for added mockery.

Mirko’s nose remained awkwardly mashed as she slid, her expression caught somewhere between rage and mortification. The smear of her cheek and forehead grew longer as she inched toward the ground, her teeth still gritted, eyes narrowing dangerously at Toga. The villain’s taunting was the cherry on top of the most embarrassing moment of her career.

Finally, Mirko’s knees hit the base of the window, her body now fully collapsed against the glass. Her nose was still mashed upward, her cheek flat, her pride shattered—but she could still hear Toga’s manic laughter echoing in her ears.