I was only Nine years old.
I loved Saitama so much.
I had all the merchandise and watched all of his fighting scenes.
I prayed to him every night, thanking him for the punchtastic life I've been given.
"Saitama is love" I say. "Saitama is life"
My dad overhears me and calls me an accident.
I know he's just jealous of my devotion to Saitama.
I call him a Penis.
He slaps me and sends me to bed.
I'm crying now, my face hurts.
A warmth is moving towards me.
I feel something touch me.
Its Saitama!
I'm so happy to see him.
He whispers in my ear "in exchange for power, maybe I have lost something essential for a human being?"
He grabs me by his red gloves and puts me on his hands and knees.
I'm ready.
I spread my buttocks for Saitama.
He punches my butthole.
It hurts like dragging my balls against burning coal and it probably ruptured my insides but i do it for saitama.
My eyes water.
I push against his mighty fist.
I want to please Saitama.
He shouts a mighty roar.
"I MESSED UPPPPPPPPPP" he says
My dad walks in.
Saitama looks him straight in the eyes and says "if heroes run and hide, who will stay and fight?"
He jumps out the window and runs away.
Saitama is love.
Saitama is life.