OK! So in this chapter Madoka finally meets her biggest idol Saitama!

Warning! Fluff chapter so cuteness will ensue in this chapter

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Madoka stood quietly in the street gripping her side satchel. It was khaki green and didn't go with her outfit; but it was the only one she owned. She had never been one to care for girly items as they made her cringe.

She had shown up a little bit early for the date but her nerves were already killing her. She still couldn't believe that one of the cutest boys in school was asking her out. This still felt like an amazing dream that he had even asked her out.

She had chosen her favourite dress to wear to make an impression. At least then she could show she had a girly side; not like the rumours at school.

It was all black with short poofy sleeves and had a heart shaped chest complimenting her breasts. The skirt reached her knee's while also showing off some pretty creamy skin at the same time.

There was some slight ruffle around the hem of the heart shaped chest and more decorating the front. The skirt bottom had some slight ruffle too but in a flattering way; just to decorate.

The waist was elasticated showing of her curves ad hugging her tightly. Despite the fact that her date wasn't here; a few guys had checked her out. On her feet were black ankle boots and in her hand, she was holding her brown school cardigan. She didn't want to get cold after all.

"I wonder if he's running late; I am a bit early after all" Madoka wondered anxiously. But she didn't have his phone number to call him. But he was a decent guy; its not like he would stand her up.

People continued to walk by her a few staring and whispering. Some were flirty or perverse comments; others were mocking at her attire. She was already used to the torment she received at school so common by passers were nothing. She wasn't strange just different; but nobody seemed to understand that.

But caped badly/Saitama knew that; he was different too and other people treated him badly for it. She was sure that underneath it all he was just a normal guy who just did his job.

Suddenly she heard someone walking up to her and gripped her bag. She really didn't know what to say or how to act; this was her first date after all. She looked up quietly only to have her heart snapped into a million pieces. This had to be a joke right? Not really a happening!

There walking down the street with a girl she didn't know; was Ryuji. He seemed blissfully unaware she even existed nor that she was waiting for him. He was smiling and the girl on his arm was pretty and cute. She had brown wavy hair and green eyes; styled into a bun.

She had been standing here waiting for him only to find out he was with another girl. But this didn't make any sense. WHY was her date with another girl from school? What about that confession letter?

Flashback

"Seems you got an admirer" the first girl jeered her eyes shining. She had a wicked grin on her face while she stared Madoka down.

Now

Madoka stiffened and clenched her hands into fists her eyes starting to sting. Now it all made sense; of course, Ryuji Shimura wouldn't have written it.

Those girls had forged a letter and faked that he was interested in her. This whole plan had just been a new way to humiliate her. I mean they already tormented her enough as it was; this was just their biggest prank yet.

Of course, one of the most popular guys in school wouldn't want to date her. Everyone in school basically saw her as a freak. Here she was in the middle of the street all prettied up for nobody. She had come all this way only to realize it was all a set up.

Her eyes stung and the tears threatened to spill over. She felt so stupid that she wanted to vanish right now. How could she of ever believed someone would seriously write her a letter when she was treated like an outcast.

This was her fist real date and it turned out to be a hoax. A plan set up by those girls in order to make her look like a fool. Just when she believed their mockery and torment couldn't become any worse.

"I knew it was a lie" she muttered quietly one of the tears spilling over and hitting the floor. Why hadn't she just followed her gut; then this wouldn't have happened. She could be at home right now watching anime.

None of the guys would date her; they only saw her as a one-off fuck or fap material. Everyone else saw her as a loser and avoided her; nobody in her year would ever ask her out.

She gripped her bag and started to storm off back home. She wanted to vanish right now; she felt so stupid, pathetic and angry. How had she fallen for such a stupid trick?! She could already hear those girls laughing in her head. Mocking her for actually showing up and thinking she had a date; it made her feel worse.

"I just want to die" she whispered bitterly as the tears began to fall like a waterfall. She was so sick of everything already. Her only friend was her fucking cat! How sad was her life?!

Her parents were always away and never called or wrote to her anymore. They just cared about work and never even asked her how she was. Hell she couldn't even remember the last time she ate with them as a family.

The neighbours all called her weird and talked rumors behind her back. Hell about 5 percent of her neighbours were actually kind to her. The rest avoided her or shot her ugly looks every time they saw her.

Nobody actually cared about her; they didn't care if she was around or not. She was just some girl they knew or saw around. Hell, her parents didn't even call the school despite other kids picking on her.

"I hate them; I hate them all!" she snapped coldly under her breath as the tears spilled onto her dress. Not that she cared; she had dressed up for nobody after all. She might as well burn it when she got home.

Later

Madoka wondered down the streets towards where she lived. She didn't even notice if anyone was in front or behind her. Not that she cared; right now she would let anyone bump into her.

Her mind was blank and dead; her eyes were sore from crying and her mind was in a fog. She was numb inside but she liked it; it was better than feeling anything. If only this feeling could last forever.

She was so out of it she didn't hear the heavy footsteps coming up behind her. The fact that other people were running like the devil on their heels. She didn't even hear the screams or warning cries of others.

"I just want to disappear right now" Madoka hissed quietly. Anything would be better than anyone seeing her right now. She looked like a fool and felt like one too; how had she believed the letter was even real?

A giant monster; a metallic beast with long knife like blades came up behind her. In appearance, it looked like Edward Scissorhands had sex with terminator. A fucked up machine killer with weapons capable of a lot of damage.

"Well; what do we have here? Aren't you scared little one?" he jeered sadistically. Why didn't she run like the others. Could it be she hadn't noticed or that she didn't care? How unusual for a human.

Madoka didn't even look at him; she had no idea he was even there. But if she did she wouldn't run any way; she had no desire to. Its not like she had anything to look forward to anymore.

"If I did I wouldn't hurt anymore" Madoka muttered bitterly. She would no longer be an outcast as school and her parents wouldn't even know she was gone. Hell she doubted if anyone would even cry over her.

The monster tilted its head to the side; she was completely out of it. She was so lost in her own world that she didn't even know he was there. He grinned wickedly his eyes gleaming red "I see so your hurting huh? Maybe I should put you out of your misery then!" he roared lunging a blade at her.

Nearby people screamed in horror and covered their eyes; all were prepared to see a young girl murdered in the beginnings of life. She was so innocent and so unhappy that she had no idea the danger she was in.

Suddenly Madoka felt herself grow lighter and before she could think she felt a pair of arms wrapped around her. She dodged the attack faster than a bullet but was very much aware she was being held by someone. But who?

She looked up quietly to find herself on a wall; but being carried. She didn't recall which neighborhood she was even in; she had been too lost in a fog. The sun was in her eyes blinding her a little.

"Hey? You ok? That was pretty close" a curious yet playful voice asked. From what she could tell it was a guy's voice. He sounded like he was in his adult years; maybe mid or early twenties.

She looked up to face her rescuer and her mind went blank. After all the shit, she had gone through earlier it seemed to slip away into non-existence. There holding her in his arms like a prince was her idol Saitama/caped badly. This felt like a dream; only this time the good kind.

She felt her cheeks heat up and her heart race; this was the happiest day of her entire life. God, she wished she could get an autograph. She had idolized him since before she could even remember. She really wished she could rub it in her classmates faces.

Saitama raised his eyebrow curiously; could she have suffered a concussion or was in shock? She wasn't responding at all. But at least she wasn't hurt; that was the main thing.

"Who dares stand against me? Steel death?!" The monster roared ferociously. He would pay for getting in his way. He was about to paint the town red and rip this girl to ribbons spraying colour everywhere.

Madoka snapped out of her trance and cried out "SAITAMA!" loudly. Her fangirling had gotten the better of her. As soon as she did she felt her face heat up and her voice trail off; she felt like an idiot.

Saitama was quite surprised; this girl knew who he was? He guessed most people hated him but here was a girl crying out his name happily. However his introduction was quite awkward now but he knew he could beat him easily. He put down Madoka so she was sat on the walls edge.

He dropped off landing onto the ground making it shatter upon impact. There was now a small crater in the sidewalk. He looked up at the monster casually "Just a hero for fun" he responded bluntly. At least after this he could go home and make fried crab cakes.

"If so then why save this girl?!" the monster growled slicing his blades together making a scary noise. Surely if he did this for fun then this girls life made no difference. What did it matter if he cut her open like a gutted pig?

Saitama's expression became somewhat stern; even if nobody liked him or cared about what he did. He would always protect an innocent life; even if they didn't ask to be saved.

He then lunged a punch at Steel death causing him to shatter and bolts, screws and metal fell all around them. His upper body was shattered and his lower body was still in one piece.

He then started at the monster quietly; yet again another weak one. How come he could never find any strong enemies anymore? But at least he had prevented an innocent life from being turned into a kebab.

Madoka stared on in wonder; even now he still looked so cool! He didn't have to save her but he did. He punched that thing so easily she doubted he even felt how much that had actually hurt; let alone felt any pain.

Saitama sighed heavily and started to head off. He was hungry and those crab cakes weren't going to cook themselves; Miso soup and green tea sounded good as a side order too.

Realizing he was about to leave Madoka leapt off the wall quick as she could. "WAIT!" she cried out quickly. She had met her hero by chance; even if it wasn't planned she was going to make the most of it.

"Huh?" Saitama said bluntly turning around to face her. Oh, yeah; that girl was still here. Did she actually get hrut without his realizing? I mean he didn't grip her too hard when he caught her; not that he was aware.

She clenched her fists tightly her cheeks still a little red. God she didn't know what to say or what to do; all she knew was she was happy. "C….Can I get your autograph?!" Madoka asked hopefully. At least she would have something small to treasure at home.

This was the guy she had looked up to for the past year and a half; the guy who made her feel ok to be different. The person who mirrored herself that made her understand that it was ok to not be the same as everyone else.

They were both hated by other people because they were strange or different. They were isolated by others and hated because of who they were; he made her feel like she wasn't alone in the world.

Saitama stared at her quietly his face blank showing obvious surprise. Usually he was used to people insulting him or sending him hate letters. Sometimes people were just shocked or avoided him; however, they never said anything but made sure to gossip about him later.

Madoka bowed her head sheepishly feeling like an idiot; he probably had better things to do right now than be pestered by some stupid school girl.

"I…that is….I've been a fan of yours for the past year and a half; even before you became an official hero. I never saw much of you on the news; but when I did I really admired you!" Madoka explained shyly.

She remembered when he attacked vaccine man who literally almost destroyed city Z. The damage he had done left repairs for months; which had been more expensive than previous attacks.

She had come across the survivor who was a small girl. She told Madoka about a bald big brother who defeated the monster. From what she knew that small girl and herself were the only known fans of Saitama.

Saitama didn't quite know what to say; not that he cared what people thought or said about him. That is unless it was about his head (then he always got pissed) other than that he paid no attention.

Most of the mail he got was hate mail or threats from other people; however, he had begun getting a few positive fan mails. One from a child and another from a teenager named Madoka Akagi.

He raised his hand quietly and pointed at her "By any chance….are you Madoka Akagi?" he asked curiously. Considering he only had 2 fans it wasn't hard to forget their names; but the haters were quite forgettable.

Madoka perked up her cheeks flushing a little "Yes! That's me!" she said quickly her tone nervous. She had never expected to ever meet him and certainly not like this. So he had read her fan mail; she felt so happy.

Saitama smiled and then approached her quietly and held out his hand. She then blinked curiously at what he wanted. "You got a pen?" he asked curiously. Hopefully she had a notebook in that purse of hers; otherwise she wouldn't ask.

Madoka blinked then realized what he meant. She buried her hand into her purse satchel and pulled out a notebook and pen. She carried it with her at all times just in case; so she could collect names of anime and manga.

Saitama took them quietly and wrote his name with a small smiley face. It felt kind of nice giving his first autograph; he would have to tell Genos later. He was sure the cyborg would cry with joy; if he could cry.

"You know…. your still really young. Even if life doesn't always work out or is sunshine and rainbows; it doesn't mean you have to give up" Saitama stated as he handed her back the notebook.

Madoka stared at him quietly her eyes widening. How did he know she had wanted to die at that point? Was he psychic too? Her expression had been dead as had her eyes; oh wait...guess that gave it away.

Saitama hummed thoughtfully "From your said expression earlier before you got attacked; I guess you got stood up huh?" he asked bluntly. Such a thing was always shitty regardless of gender; but it was worse when you were still a teen. You gave less fucks as an adult; unless it was friends.

Madoka stiffened gripping her notebook; she hadn't been stood up as much as she had been fooled. However, it didn't mean it hurt any less than the latter. She was sure her classmates would tease her on Monday.

"Not exactly; more like someone forged a letter to make fun of me" She explained hesitantly looking away. She could feel the anger and sadness welling up from the memory. She hated how she had dressed up and made herself look good only to realize it was a trick.

Saitama frowned; it was amazing how bitchy high school girls were to each other. But then again it was eat or be eaten in high school; what a twisted world it was. It was one of the few things he didn't miss from the past.

He raised out his hand and placed it atop Madoka's head before almost walking away "Listen Akagi; girls like that mean nothing. They only care about being popular and taking advantage of the weak. Once it's over their clique will be fall apart" he explained firmly.

High school popular girls took advantage of the weak and those that studied hard. They made others do their hard work and used their bodies to get what they wanted. Once that was over they were useless; they had no real skill.

Madoka blushed and gripped her notebook hard; her crush Saitama was touching her. Not only that he was giving her advice. This totally made up for her shitty day 100 percent.

Saitama then started to walk away down the street in the direction of his house. He was hungry and Genos was probably worried about him for taking so long to get miso paste and green tea.

"THANK YOU!" she blurted out quickly before he left. She was sure barely anyone ever said that to him; and she was truly grateful for what he had done. His words had meant more than he thought.

Saitama stopped then turned to smile at her; she was ok for a teenager. It was nice to know some girls like that still existed. He then raised up one of his gloved hands to wave at her; it wouldn't be so bad if he met her again.

Madoka watched him leave from the back of her eye; he was even cooler in person. She felt like the luckiest girl alive. Now she would have this treasure forever. Guess it was her lucky day.