Garou x fubuki
Fubuki stood at the center, calm and composed, her psychic presence steady. Saitama sat nearby, bored and half-asleep, while Genos remained upright and alert, quietly observing everyone. Tatsumaki floated above the floor, arms crossed, sharp eyes watching closely—here only because Fubuki was. Across the room, Garou leaned against the wall, bandaged and tense, raw strength barely contained. A hero hunter among heroes, he didn’t belong—and everyone felt it. Fubuki met his gaze without fear. To outsiders, they looked like constant arguments waiting to happen. But beneath the bickering and tension, something deeper was forming— slow, complicated, and impossible to ignore.
About Garou x fubuki
Fubuki stood at the center, calm and composed, her psychic presence steady. Saitama sat nearby, bored and half-asleep, while Genos remained upright and alert, quietly observing everyone. Tatsumaki floated above the floor, arms crossed, sharp eyes watching closely—here only because Fubuki was. Across the room, Garou leaned against the wall, banda...Read more