"I'm home!" Saitama announced.

"Honestly, you don't need to keep going to the market for sales. We can get whatever we need." Tatsumaki said numbly, as if she was used to this happening.

"I know, I guess it's just a habit. Hear anything from your sister yet?"

"No. I tried apologizing but she hasn't responded to any of my texts. Oh, Saitama I really screwed up on this one!" Tears began forming in her eyes. She legitimately felt guilty for hurting one of the only people she cares about.

Saitama walked over and wrapped his arms around her to comfort her.

"Don't worry about that we all make mistakes. Just give it some time, I'm sure she'll accept your apology. In the meantime why don't we take the day off? I'll treat you to fancy dinner tonight!"

"It's not like taking the day off means anything when all we do is sit around until something extremely dangerous comes around." Tatsumaki said almost in a grumble.

"C'mon it'll be a fun day today! We can do other fun activities throughout the day too if you want."

"I guess your right, I need to get my mind off of this right now. Let's get some brunch first, I haven't eaten anything today."

...

Genos was in his apartment assessing the video tapes made from the cameras he set up prior to his training with Saitama. He felt strange inside of his chest, almost jittery. Was he feeling excitement!? Whatever it was wasn't more important than figuring out exactly what happened in that fight.

"It's just too coincidental! How did I not only land a hit, but also give him a bloody nose?" Genos muttered to himself. He ran the many possibilities of the angle of the suns light shining just right so that Saitama didn't see him coming, the off chance Saitama got a nosebleed from allergies at the exact time he was hit, or maybe even that his master is starting to lose his power! Again Genos was over complicating things to make sense out of simple things he does not understand. And then a disturbance sounded itself just outside the door to his apartment. Genos detected it was the mailman. He went to open the door to see what it was and the mailman had left a small box. Curious Genos took it inside and opened it up.

It was empty.

Genos scanned the box and detected a message inscribed on the bottom in what must have been some sort of invisible ink.

'Meet me in the public nature park of K-City'

Genos had not scheduled for a training session that day so he was free to meet this person. As he left his apartment there was some odd radio disturbance near him, he noticed a camera had been set up in a building facing his apartment and quickly took it down from its perch with a thin blast from his palm blaster. The radio signal stopped after he turned it off.

"Miss Fubuki he just left the building and is headed toward K-City, also he took down our camera. Why are we doing this again?" One of Fubuki's henchmen alerted.

"Thank you for watching and this isn't a 'we' thing, you're job is done. I'm going out by myself for a bit so please try to keep the place in one piece."

"Of course Boss, but are you sure you'll be fine on your own?"

He was given a death stare for an answer. He quickly walked away, along with the few others she brought along.

After her limousine ride with the cyborg, she couldn't deny the tension between them. Or least she could feel the tension, she wasn't sure if he did.

All she knew was she needed to talk to him... on only what she could assume seemed like a date. Was it a date? Was it just a conversation? Her nervousness leaned toward conversation, but her heart was telling her it was a date.

But it didn't matter how long she needed to think about it.

He was already there.

"Miss Fubuki. Was it you whom invited me here?" Said the blond cyborg from behind her.

Tatsumaki was happy her boyfriend was going to finally take her on their first date as a couple. It was long enough for some really nice romance and she was so excited that she even wore some heels, a really nice dress that went down to her mid thighs, and some black thigh high stockings, stopping just above her dress skirt.

Saitama didn't know how much it meaned to her, so when he found her waiting in the living room dressed so nicely... he didn't want to disappoint, so he turned and walked back into the room.

He didn't know anything about these things! He was ready to walk out in a hoodie! But he couldn't do that now. He decided on one of his old suits. One of the ones he wore looking for work before becoming a hero as a salaryman. He couldn't find a tie, only the one that was shredded by Crablante when they fought, (which Saitama kept as a reminder.) so he just wore the shirt, pants, and jacket with some dress shoes he got on discount.

He walked out. She smiled at the casual but stylish clothes he wore. They had decided to leave earlier, catch a movie, grab lunch, go for a walk and shop around, then get a really nice.

They had headed out, they went to the theater. They went to see a new romance comedy, which seemed good at the time...

But by the end, Tatsumaki walked out of the theater, overly disappointed. Saitama did a terrible job and didn't help her stress over the Fubuki situation at all.

Saitama may be laid back, but he had an inkling of the damage he dealt to her mood. Knowing she was pissed off. Of course, given that he tried using Hershey's chocolates as a cheesy way of getting a kiss in a crowded theater, to the lousy and an off putting speech that was in no way romantic, and to top it off, trying to be a chivalrous gentleman, tried serving her the tea at the cafe in the lobby of the theater and spilt it all on the bottom of her dress.

He looked down and scratched his neck, hoping that maybe if he talked it could help.

"So, um... I can replace that if the stain doesn't come out." He said. She visibly cringed and was annoyed even more that she was reminded of the orangish stain on the crotch area of her dress.

"It's fine. I'm an S-Class. It won't be too much of a blow to replace if it doesn't." She replied, her tone showing her irritation.

The reminder of her rank in the association brought back up the question he never asked.

"Why did you become a hero?" He asked her.

She stopped. Stunned and suddenly calm. No one ever asked her that. The answer would reveal a big part of her past... but maybe venting could help her.

They walked a block until they reached a small cafe with a few tables on the outside. They sat, she took a deep breath, then spoke.

"The reason I joined the association is a well kept secret, and I doubt very many of the higher ups even know. when I was very young I was locked away from my family and left in the hands of scientists who experimented on me for my powers. I felt like I was in hell, but one day," Tatsumaki paused and glanced around to make sure nobody was listening, and then lowered her voice so only Saitama could hear "a man known as 'Blast', you know, the S-Rank 1 who never shows up unless it's a really bad situation, rescued me and I was reunited with my sister. He told me that when the time comes, I can't expect someone to come and save me. From that day on I strived to become powerful enough to protect my sister and I from any harm so that when the time comes I'm prepared to not only fight, but win. But now I realize that no matter how strong I've become there is still one thing I haven't taken any measures to protect my sister from, myself. I became a hero and yet here I am doing unheroic things to my own family!"

Tears began to form as she thought maybe this wasn't the best place or time to tell her story. Why was she so foolish! She is the Tornado of Terror! Feelings shouldn't sway her so much, if at all! Meanwhile Saitama sat and actually listened for a change. He was trying to review what to do in a situation like this he was in while playing a dating sim with King. Going with his gut feeling he reached over and tried to gently set his hand on Tatsumaki's shoulder as a sign of comfort, which ended up having a little too strong of a touch which killed any romantic vibe it might have created, all the while listening intently, never knowing all of this before. That's why she was so determined, and from this he reasoned that Fubuki was weaker because she didn't have as much of a traumatic experience as her older sister and thus had less of a drive to hone her powers.

"For what it's worth" He replied, "I started my hero work about 3 years ago. I saved some kid from a crab monster and it sparked a fire inside of me to save people from dangers not only because it was the right thing to do, but it was exciting! But after my training I had become too strong and no longer get any satisfaction from my enemies. Which I guess isn't a bad thing if I'm still saving people." That last part seemed to defeat any chance of romantic mood. It did however make Tatsumaki feel happy and special that he would share his story and she could share hers. He might not be romantic, but he was a man that she needed and would fufill her.

"Training? Must have been gruesome... why only for fun?" She asked.

"Why for fun? It's the same reason that I'm so different from your sister. She does this all in vain and expects reward. I do it because after I killed that crab monster, I swore to become a great hero, one that could defeat villains and protect people. I would happily save a homeless man and expect nothing in return. Cause I know that he will live on safely, and that at least fills me with purpose, also it's fun." He said.

She couldn't help but smile at the man. How did she become blessed enough to talk to what she now knew was far greater than anyone in the association that worked for money. Even more so than those who were the most benevolent she had ever met.

Saitama was no angel, but she felt privileged to be able to love a true hero.

Of course, this made her smile. She knew Saitama would know none of things she thought at that moment, being the dork he was, but she didn't mind.

He had listened and shared something very close to him so that she would feel better. She stood, used her telekinetic power to telepathically draw out every drop or residue of the tea out of her dress and let it fall onto a napkin. Saitama had been sure he ruined the dress, he breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't, since he had recently found out it was her favourite.

"Come on. Let's get dinner." She said, taking his hand and leaving the café.

"So why did you invite me here?" Genos asked. Fubuki walked around the streets of City K. She had been quiet since she confirmed that she brought him out, so Genos, being fed up with the waiting decided to speak.

"Well... I feel like you and I are very similar... and well... I kind of think we should spend time together." She responded. She was confident, but didn't really know what to say or how to express herself.

"I see. How are we similar?" He replied. Fubuki quickly realized he was unaware of any sentiment and building up a friendship or relationship would be difficult.

"Well... both of us are second to great heroes and seem like wrecks. we can't seem to make any kind of big impression on our respective paths. We're alike... always second place." She responded. He didn't get it at first, with him being famous and constantly being praised by all. (Mostly girls.) but he realized her real meaning very quickly. He realized that it was was it his career, but rather his constant second placement next to his sensei. He immediately understood her feelings between her and her sister and didn't speak, not knowing what to say.

The two instead walked for hours, not saying a word. They looked at the trees, the plants, the small animals. Everything.

Fubuki worked up her bravery and used her fingers to lightly grip his metal ones, blushing like mad. He in turn decided to step it up by entwining her fingers with hers. He was sure he would be blushing like she is... if he still physically capable, which he was not.

The two walked some more, slowly drawing in closer and closer until... she spoke up again.

"Genos, could we kiss?"

Tatsumaki only waited for the door to close after their dinner before shoving Saitama against the wall and aggressively making out with was delicious, but rather quiet for her taste. But the two spoke at length on the walk home. They had said to each other that they had truly loved each other and wanted to be close forever. That's when she felt that same urge the last time they were intimate, that hunger to feel him that way. She flirted and hinted, building up as they went.

She was ready to burst by the time they made it home.

He spins her around so she is pinned and he lines her entire neck with warm and gentle kisses, making her moan and grip him.

"I could just do you right here." She said. Of course, she wouldn't do that, but Saitama just took her to the bed instead. She lustfully stared at him, knowing how aggressive and wild the sex with him was because of the last time.

"Fuck me like a lady." She said, laying back on the bed, literally tearing the front of his shirt open to look at his amazing body.

He processes that for a minute, then tears her dress from open, showing her panties and bra.

Which he tore off as well.

She may before him, almost naked. She didn't care about the dress anymore and took off the tattered remains. She now only laid in her black stockings, which made her look sexy as hell without the rest of her clothes.

He began pinching her perky little nipples as she began falling apart beneath him.

But she said fuck her like a lady. Give her the proper treatment.

He spread her legs until they were lifted and her knees were against her chest as her feet were in the air. He inserted his already massive manhood and proceeded to mercilessly plow into her.

She didn't have to worry about neighbours hearing her as the penthouse was an entire floor in itself, so she screamed out all her pleasure as he did as he was told.

Many of these screams of the purest pleasure included:

"Ahhh! More! GIVE ME YOUR ALL!"

"CALL ME PRINCESS!"

"ohhhhhhhh, faster... please fuck me faster... ohhh fuckkkkkk..."

"Oh my god you're so big! IM GONNA BREAK!"

"MAKE ME YOUR BABYGIRL AND GIVE ME MOREEEE!"

Saitama obeyed as best he could, but it was wearing him out.

She came countless times and in so many different positions. She always seemed to know what she wanted and was extremely kinky. By the time he had finished inside her and she came for the final time, she was almost passed out and panting.

Then again so was he. In fact, he fell asleep from the exhaustion before she did.

A beep from her phone cause her to fall asleep with a smile. It was a text from Fubuki that read:

"I accept your apology. Let's get tea sometime. We're okay."