"C-class? Wow, not bad!" [Name] crinkles her certificate as she comes face to face with the famous "Mumen Rider." He grins as she steps back and he extends his hand, "I'm Mumen Rider!" She can see passing children and adults smile and silently admire him near or far, "Nice to meet you, welcome to the Hero's Association!"

"Oh, yeah," gingerly she takes his hand and he awkwardly scratches the back of his head.

"Um, you need a ride? It's pretty shady around this area," he pats his bicycle and then blushes at the way he informally invited her.

She stares at him for a second, accessing the knowledge she picked up through his accomplishments. He doesn't even look shady with that genuine smile of his, "All right, I'll direct you." She cautiously balances herself on the rear pegs, hands firmly on his armored shoulders and takes a deep breath as the wind brushed through her hair.

"So, do you have any special abilities? If you don't mind me asking?" he yells out while flashing a smile at a young boy who waved. "Like super strength? Or sword skills? Cyborg?"

"I barely passed the physical strength test, but did well on the exam. I don't know if I should consider it a power, but-" the bike skids and her hands slip around his neck to prevent her from falling.

"S-Sorry! But, I can't ignore any crime!" she hops off the same time he did, and watches him run towards a couple being mugged by someone dressed in a black ninja suit and with short katanas. Remembering the articles of him carelessly, but heroically stepping in facing Demon-level villains. However, the consequence is breaking nearly every bone of his body.

"I'm sure he can handle it," the swords clash against his armor, luckily the couple got away safely, but surprisingly she sees him thrown down.

"KE!" creeper ninja spots her. "Since you let my bait get away, I'll attack your little girlfriend!" he lunges towards her cackling like any maniac she has heard of.

"No, wait!"

The two of them lock eyes for a moment as she asks him in a calm voice, "You wanted to know my ability?" The blade stabs through her soft skin, entering her stomach and exiting her back. Mumen gasps, shivering at the sight of blood leaking through her white blouse, however, she stood looking her attacker dead straight in the eye.

"What?" he nudges the blade deeper, all the way to the hilt, "Shouldn't this hurt? You're not human!" His eyes widen and burn as she flicks out her pepper spray, "AH FUCK."

Mumen Rider picks himself up and pins the ninja down, "You're going to jail!" He turns to her, "A-Are you okay?!"

He holds in the contents of his stomach as she swiftly takes the blade out, coughing a little bit of blood, "I'm fine." Embarrassed, she lifts up her shirt a little to show the wound immediately healing, the organs connecting along with her skin. Not even a scar, just the blood that poured out and stained her, "Healing factor."

"Wow..."

"I appreciate the ride, but I think I'll walk my way home..."

...

"So what is your power?"

"...I heal quickly. That's pretty much it," her composure shook at the presence of the authorities who decided whether she deserved to be a part of the ranking. Honestly, she came right after her high school graduation, set for City Z, interested in the payment more than the heroic duties. However, she had to attend the Hero's Exam at City A. She has never really stepped up to help someone, because she knew someone like Mumen rider would come to the rescue. There are heroes, or those who call themselves that everywhere. Why now? Well, she never figured out what to do with her future for college, and yearned for her powers to be put to some sort of use.

"Are you able to prove it?"

"Hm, you got a gun or anything?" footsteps resonate from the door she came through. One of the people sitting in front of her called a security guard over to hand her a modern pistol. She picks the gun up and pushes the cold metal against the right side of her head with her left hand resting on the other side. Before anyone could reject to this idea the trigger is pulled and blood splatters in her left hand. Her eye twitches, and she bites her lip before raising her shaking fist, opening it to reveal the bloody bullet. She swore she heard someone vomit as her head went limp, and then snaps right back with the hole closed and gone.

"Oh, god..."

"Well, I don't think I'll be useful in the offense, but I can attend to wounds," she thinks for a while to phrase her words in a way it won't sound...perverted? "My...saliva and tears have healing powers as well," she shrinks back in her chair thinking their faces would cast disgust, but instead they are intrigued.

"How severe can the wound be?"

"Well, if you peek into where I came from, I'm sure you will find solid proof," she picks in her bag and takes a vial of clear liquid. "My tears...if I ever cried I stored them over the years, I don't know if you would like to test it."

"No, we'll take your word for it."

"Congratulations, you're a C-Class member now."

...

The neighborhood is still being repaired after that alien invasion a month back in City A. Many homeless, burglaries increasing, it seems as if one bad thing comes after the other, except the threat level would rise. However, it's not like City Z avoided any crime, just by looks it suffers its own damages. She hops over a fissure that spread from being a small crack on the sidewalk to a four foot long gap on the road. "Let's see, the apartment should be right here," she passes a corner and peeks the one building that stood unaffected from the invasion. Unless, whoever is the landlord repaired it in such a small amount of time. "Did my moving truck come already?"

She navigates her way up the stairs swinging the key the realtor has given her right when she arrived into City Z. Today was moving fast. Although she is located in the area known as the "ghost town" she decided to deal with it since rent is reasonable. It still hasn't fully hit her that she is considered a C-Class hero. However, being ranked at the way bottom, of course she wouldn't receive the same acknowledgement as Mumen. Her day brightens when she steps out and sees familiar boxes stacked outside her assumed door. She trots happily without checking the number on the door or key and pauses hearing noise clatter.

"Sensei, we should be heading to the grocery market to catch the sale!" the doorknob twists and she ducks behind the stacked boxes. She doesn't know why she's hiding as she hears metallic noises and a low voice, "Huh? Sensei, did you order anything online?"

A voice comes from the inside, "What are you talking about? Whoa, are these fan mail?!"

"No, these are addressed to someone named...[Name], it's supposed to go to the right of us."

"He-Hello," her voice squeaks as she peeks to see a bald man wearing a yellow hoodie with drawn boobs and a hand...that is charging to blast her. "Eep!"

"Genos!" the baldie pushes the robotic hand away revealing a blonde with striking gold orbs. "S-Sorry! You just surprised him!" He continues spouting random phrases as the blonde silently gathers information on her, but in her perspective, it looks as if he glared down at her.

"[Name], age eighteen, a graduate from City X, recently moved to City Z as well as added into the hero registry as a C-Class...today." He stretches out the hand that was about to blast the life out of her, "Genos."

"Uh, [Name]," she thought most S-class heroes lived somewhere fancier like a mansion or some sort of extravagant building.

"And this is my sensei, Saitama, the real hero."

The bald man rolls his eyes before reaching for her, "Nice to meet you, so far you're the nicest hero I have met."

"Really?" she recognizes him now, shiny head and a simple look. Of course he would say that, many post about him an social media bashing him about being a jerk and a money whore even after defeating the Sea King. The one that not even Genos could defeat, but he seems like a normal, average nice guy.

"Whoa! Are you bleeding?!" she forgot about her bloody shirt, no wonder people were giving her cross looks.

"Oh, no, it's uh a long story, don't worry about it!" they continue giving her suspicious gaze, so she pats a hand on the top of her stack. "Well, I hope we can get along as neighbors and allies."

"Us too," he turns to make a cool exit tapping Genos, but he's held back. "What?" he turns back to see [Name] struggle to carry her boxes over and slip in the process.

...

"Sorry, I guess I lost an amount of blood back with Mumen rider," she found herself carrying a shopping basket around with the duo. A deal was set where she would cook them dinner if they helped move her junk. "Whoa, these sales are ridiculous," she gapes at the 90% off sign on fruits and vegetables.

"This place has a sale every Saturday, it's sensei's favorite to go since he is usually low on mone-"

"Oi, stop narrating my life," Saitama stops to compare meat prices as Genos looks over the variety of fruit.

He suddenly jerks his head at her, "Do you like oranges?"

"Yeah, I guess?" he begins to create a bag of them and places it in the basket.

Seeing that the weight is causing [Name]'s arms to shake a little he gently pulls the basket away. "Fruits containing vitamin C such as oranges will help you replenish blood." Her eyes wander on his mechanical arms that made tiny clinks with every move he made.

"Blood," she repeats the word wondering if he even has any. It's the first time for her to meet an actual cyborg.

"Young lady, are you okay?" a worker's voice quivers as she pointed at the shirt that continued to haunt her.

"Oh! Uh! Yeah!" she cusses silently, forgetting to change before going on the grocery trip. The basket is dropped and she hears girls squealing on the side, Genos has taken off his hoodie revealing a white tank top and shoves it to her chest. "Wha?"

"It's okay, I can't feel cold or hot, I only wear it to preserve integrity."

His eyes are so cold, and he never cracked a smile, but he still preserved the human quality, caring. "Thanks?" she grins and witnesses a twitch in his lips, but no result of changing his facial expression.

"Hey, do you like chicken or pork?" calls over Saitama.

...

[Name] stands over the stove stirring the onions and chicken around in the pan. It's a little cramped as she shifted around for the rest of her ingredients and to check on the rice. Through the doorway she can see Saitama scratching his butt casually watching the television as Genos scribbled furiously in a tiny notebook. She picks at his jacket, sticking her hands in the pocket and playing with the strings before adding in the curry powder. "Hey, Genos, if you don't mind me asking, how did you become a cyborg?"

She hears his book shut and a dramatic aura surrounded him, "It started four years ago starting two mon-"

Saitama sprung up from his comfortable position to tackle Genos on the ground. With a serious look he said, "Don't every ask for his back story he will talk for miles." She blinks as Saitama sighs, "Okay, ask me how I became a hero."

"...How?"

"For three years I have stuck to the strict training regimen of 100 push-ups! 100 sit-ups! 100 squats! And 10K every single day until I got bald!" he screamed his answer out, but doesn't seem as proud of it.

"Um, congratulations?" she turns back to her cooking.

"And that's how you tell a story! Twenty words or less!" lectured Saitama to his pupil. "Ah, we never asked about y-" a bowl of piping hot curry is placed on the small coffee table.

"No need, there really isn't much to know about me," she shot a death glare at Genos, "And if you look it up with that technological brain of yours, I suggest you keep it to yourself." The cheery atmosphere dulled as she heads for the door, "Thanks for helping me, I guess I'll see you when I see you." After she shut their door and dug for her keys in the hoodie pocket she realizes Genos' jacket still hung over her, "Great, just when I left feeling super cool."

Her hand twitches above the knob, "So, what did you find out about [Name]?"

She can hear the clicking noise Genos would make when he analyzing something, "It seems she provided City X's main hospital a supply of tears since they realized it had a healing factor. I can't find any information on how they retrieved her tears, but it seems the supply is limited now since she stopped providing them at the age of fifteen years old. It's become very valuable, they raised the prices up about $200,000 per vial, it can't cure diseases, but it heals flesh wounds in an instant with just a drop."

"Geez, poor girl, at least she has some reason to be emotionless. You both have the same problem of smiling!"

Her hand has already abandoned the door, but she was able to listen to their conversation through the thin walls of her apartment. Clutching her knees, back against the wall and instinctively holding an empty glass vial underneath her eye. "...Nothing."

[If there are errors I apologize, and sometimes I will go back to previous chapters to re-edit if needed, hope you enjoy, thank you!]