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Chapter 10: Drama at Umenohana Cafe
Genos once again walked me to work, stopping before we reached the cafe and wishing me a good day. Once I was inside, Mariko was on me like a harpy.
"Still here, I see. Ugh. I can't BELIEVE Daisuke didn't fire you. It's probably because you spread your legs for him, isn't it? You're probably his little whore, aren't you?" She sneered at me. I pushed past her, ignoring her harsh words. "I fucking knew it. What a slut. Who thought you would act like a such a skank?" Mariko followed me, continuing to hurl insults at me. Finally I had enough and whirled around, glaring at her.
"You know what you could be doing instead of trying to hurt me with shitty, unoriginal insults? You could actually be doing the job you think you're so fucking good at. Or actually being nice to the customers for a change. Maybe then you won't complain about how you don't get tips and try to bully it off of the other waitresses. Maybe then we can get a fucking break from your high-pitched, irritating-as-hell voice!" I ranted at her.
The entire staff of the cafe went quiet as I ranted, staring at us with wide eyes. Airi stood behind Mariko as she shook in rage.
"You just fucked up royally, you little bitch." Mariko threatened, her face turning red from anger.
I scoffed and crossed my arms, popping my hip out, "What are you going to do? Tell Kawaguchi-san? Go ahead. Go on and run to the manager like a big ass baby. You started it and I have the staff as witness." I smirked at her, a smug feeling in my chest.
"Just you wait. You'll see." She pointed a pale finger at me before spinning around and stomping off. I let out a long sigh and rubbed my temples.
'Great. Just what I needed.'
Airi walked up to me, concern coloring her green eyes, "You alright? That was...quite the blow up."
"Yeah, that's what happens when you keep getting called a whore." I replied, making sure my keys, notepad and phone were in my apron pockets as I walked up to the counter. "Plus I hate the way she treats everyone here. It just got on my nerves and I couldn't take it anymore." Shrugging, I poured myself a small cup of iced coffee and took a sip.
Airi smiled at me and shook her head, "Such a hero. Just be careful. Mariko is the kind that likes to get people back in whatever way she can. She'll try her best to make your life a living hell."
"Gotcha." I returned her smile and we got to work. The day was pretty light. Within the hour, however, hot coffee had been spilled on me courtesy of Mariko.
"Oops, my bad. I guess I wasn't watching where I was going." She giggled behind her hand and carried on, smirking back at me as I shook it off my burning hands.
"Mitsuki-kun, a-are you o-okay?" One of the waitresses asked me. She was a shy girl with glasses and didn't talk much due to being utterly terrified of Mariko. Handing me a napkin, she kept her eyes glued to the floor.
"Thanks, Mami-san. I'm fine. It just burned a bit. Do you mind taking over my tables for a bit? I'm gonna go change." I asked, wiping my hands.
"Y-Yeah, sure!" Mami smiled at me. I thanked her and jogged to the back to find another uniform and to toss this one into the washer.
'Man, I'm going through uniforms like they're nothing. Alright, let's see. I need a medium. Medium...medium...Huh? What the fuck? Where are all the mediums?'
All the medium uniforms had been taken or hidden since all I could find were large, small and extra small.
"I know we had more mediums than this so where are they?" I searched through the pile one more time before I realized what happened, "Mariko. Fuck!" I hissed, hitting the rack of clothes. I paced the small room for a few minutes before an idea popped up into my head. Fishing out my phone from my pocket, I quickly dialed Genos' number. "Come on, pick up! Pick up, pick up! I know you're not doing anything, you blasted cyborg!"
"Hello?" Genos' voice came through.
"Genos-kun! I need a favor! Have you done laundry yet?!" I asked, still pacing around the room.
"Laundry? Yes, I have. Why-" Genos began to ask but I caught him off.
"Would you be able to bring my work uniform to me? Someone took all the medium sized uniforms and I got coffee all over me so I need to change! Please?!" I begged, stopping my pacing and bouncing in one place.
"Yes, I can bring it to you. Please be waiting outside in about five minutes, Mitsuki-san." Genos promised.
"Five min-?"
"See you then." Genos hung up on me, the line beeping in my ear.
"Uh...alright then. Five minutes." I left the room, buying four croissants for both of the boys and letting Airi know, heading towards the front of the cafe and waiting outside. As promised, within five minutes Genos flew down to meet me carrying a bag with my uniform folded neatly inside. "Thank you, you're a lifesaver!" I gave him a quick hug and handed him the croissants. Patrons inside the cafe were murmuring, staring outside the windows at Genos and I. "Hey, look! You have admirers already!" Chuckling as Genos blushed, I promised to bake him whatever he wanted. "I'll see you at home, alright? Tell Saitama I said hi."
The cyborg nodded and took off, leaving me coughing and waving away dust. I changed quickly and went back to work, careful to avoid Mariko. I was successful throughout half of my shift and past my break much to the blonde's anger. But my luck ran out when everyone had gone on break and it was just me and Mariko. I was washing the dishes, stacking them in the dishwasher to be dried when she sauntered over with a large smile on her face.
"That was pretty clever of you. Getting your boyfriend to drop off your uniform." She taunted, leaning against the sink.
"He's not my boyfriend. He's a friend." I replied with a sigh, washing off a plate.
"A loser like you is friends with an S class hero? Doubt it. You gotta be doing something to keep him around. Probably spreading your legs for him like the whore you are." Mariko snickered.
"He's a cyborg, dumbass." I mumbled, stacking the last of the dishes. 'Just go away, woman. I don't have the patience for you.'
"Maybe I'll take him then." Mariko stated with a smirk. I whirled around, glaring at her.
"You won't fucking touch him. Don't you dare fucking touch him. I'll kill you if you even take a step near him." I threatened her, getting up in her face. There was a wild look in her eyes as her smirk widened back into a smile and I didn't realize my mistake until she whispered,
"Got you, bitch." She took out a recorder and shook it in front of me. "Thanks for the threat. So now if you ever try to go against me like that again, this will be turned in to Daisuke and you'll not only be fired, you'll be arrested." Mariko pocketed the recorder again and turned away from me, "So I suggest you get back in line, loser or else that fag Airi is gonna be visiting you in county jail." She left me by myself, her laughter still ringing in my ears.
"You idiot, Mitsuki." I berated myself, shaking my head. 'How could you be so stupid?! Of course she wasn't going to go after Genos! She only said that to get a reaction out of you and you gave it to her! Goddammit!' Airi walked in right as I slammed my hands against the sink angrily.
"Everything alright?" She asked, watching me from afar. Airi slowly walked up to me, her arms folded under her chest. I glared at her and she flinched back. "Mariko corner you?"
"What do you think?" I retorted, scowling. Airi looked away, upset and on the verge of tears. Guilt hit me like a ton of bricks and my scowl melted away. "I'm sorry, Airi-chan. Please don't cry." I walked up to her and hugged her. "Yeah, she cornered me and being the dumbass I am, I completely walked right into her trap. She recorded me threatening her." I sighed, rubbing Airi's back. "I'm sorry for taking it out on you."
Airi hugged me back tightly, sniffling, "Forgiven...dumbass. Don't worry. We'll figure it out."
I pulled back and stared at her, wide eyed, "We?" Airi laughed and flicked my forehead.
"Yeah, we. I'm your supervisor. Gotta protect you til your training's done, right? Well, it's not done for another couple weeks so until then, it's 'we', dweeb." Airi smiled at me softly and gave me another hug before stepping away. "Come on. As much as I love snuggling with you, still gotta work."
"Boo." I pouted playfully, causing Airi to chuckle. I managed to avoid Mariko the rest of her shift, dodging her when she tried to spill coffee on me again. As she left the cafe, she stopped at the entrance, turned to me and patted her pocket to remind me of the recording. I took in a deep breath and looked away, returning to the customers with a forced smile. By the end of my shift, I was mentally exhausted and ready to be home. An image of Saitama floated into my mind and a smile pulled at my lips.
"Who're you thinking about there, Mitsuki? Me?" Airi teased, placing her arms on my shoulders. I giggled and glanced at her over my shoulder. "It's definitely me, right? Admit it, you're in love with me. It was bound to happen. I'm just too amazing. It's a curse, honestly." She gloated with a dramatic sigh.
"Ha, you wish I was in love with you." I stuck my tongue out at her and she poked me in the nose in response.
"Nah, I know you're not. I'm sure you're thinking of a certain bald man in a yellow jumpsuit." Airi prodded with a knowing smile. It widened as I blushed a deep red. "Aw! I knew it! You like him~!" She sang. "Well, while you were trying to figure out your feelings for Mr. Baldy, I found someone, too."
My face lit up with a smile, "Really?! Who?! Can I meet her?!" Airi chuckled and tried to stop me from bouncing.
"We're not together yet, calm down. It's still a maybe. Plus she's busy a lot with hero work." That stopped me and I tilted my head.
"She's a hero? Cool! Airi-chan's dating a hero!" I resumed my bouncing and clapped my hands.
"I said we aren't together yet! Goodness! Stop bouncing, lady! You're very distracting!" Airi yelled, covering her eyes.
"Pervert!" I gasped dramatically and screamed at her, covering my chest.
"Hey, hey! You were the one bouncing! I can't help but look, okay?!" Airi retorted, still covering her eyes.
"That still doesn't give you a reason to stare!" I argued, smiling to myself, "Airi-chan's a pervert!"
"I am not!" She protested with a whine.
"What's going on here?" A deeper voice interrupted our playful banter. We whirled around with a shared gasp to see Daisuke standing at the door to the locker room.
"N-nothing. We were just talking, Kawaguchi-san." I answered in a hushed tone, looking down at the floor. Airi stood in front of me slightly, staring at Daisuke.
"Hmm, I see." Daisuke glared at Airi then looked at me, his eyes softening. "Mitsuki, please come to my office. I wish to speak with you. Airi, you should go home." He spoke to her in a cold tone and walked away, intending for me to follow him.
Airi glanced at me with pleading eyes, telling me not to go, and held onto my arm.
"I'll be fine. Here." I gave her my number and had her text me so I could have hers, "I'll text you once I'm out, alright?"
"'Kay." Airi agreed, "You better text me, Mitsuki." She left with a wave. I took a deep breath and headed to Daisuke's office, knocking on the door.
"Come in." He answered in his deep voice. Stepping inside tentatively, I announced that it was me and walked inside. "Ah, Mitsuki. Please sit." My muscles were stiff as I sat down in the leather chair across his desk. "So...I heard about your little argument with Mariko earlier today. I don't like fighting, Mitsuki. Especially between coworkers."
"I-I'm sorry, Kawaguchi-san." I apologized, bowing my head. "It was extremely unprofessional. It won't happen again."
"I certainly hope not. I don't wish to fire either of you, especially you, Mitsuki." Daisuke stood up from his desk and wandered over to me, pulling me up from the chair. He held me close, forcing me to place my hands on his chest to put some sort of distance between us. "I heard she spilled hot coffee on you earlier today. Are you alright?" He inquired, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. Panic signals fired off in my brain and dread filled my chest, making it hard to breath as Daisuke stared into my eyes.
"Y-yes, I'm fine. It w-wasn't too hot s-so it d-didn't b-b-burn m-me." I squirmed in his hold, shuddering when he skimmed his fingers up my spine. "Kawaguchi-san-"
I didn't finish my sentence for Daisuke pushed his lips against mine, surprising me. It was soft and gentle but something was off, like he was forcing himself to be that way. 'NO!' I pulled away, stepping back and staring at him with wide eyes.
"Mitsuki." Daisuke said my name and reached for me again.
"I-I..." I stuttered, taking another step back and grabbing my purse, "I need to go." Running out of his office without a glance back even as he called for me, I took out my phone and sent a text to Airi to let her know that I was okay. I ran the entire way home, only stopping once I reached the stairs. A sob escaped past my lips and I clamped my hand over my mouth as tears streamed down my face, leaning against the wall. I didn't want Saitama or Genos to hear me crying.
I didn't want them to know. It was my problem, not theirs. They had bigger issues to deal with. Once I had calmed myself down, I wiped my face and walked up the stairs. Before I could open the door, I noticed a small crate overflowing with seaweed sitting outside the door.
"What in the hell?" I mumbled to myself. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, the sound of the T.V reaching my ears. "Guys, I'm home!" I called out, slipping off my shoes and walking into the living room. "What's with the crate of seaweed outside?"
Saitama looked up at me, studying my face. He narrowed his eyes a bit, focusing his eyes on the puffiness underneath my own eyes. I turned away, not wanting him to see.
"Sensei happened to get it for cheap." Genos explained, writing in his journal and not looking up.
"Oh, I see. Genos-kun, have you decided what you want me to bake for you?" I asked, shifting from foot to foot. Saitama was still staring at me, moving from his sitting position onto his knees.
"I am not picky, Mitsuki-san so whatever you make me will be fine." Genos finally glanced up at me and gave me a soft smile.
"'Kay." I replied quietly. "I'm gonna go change." With that, I turned on my heel and started walking away. As I began to open the bathroom door, Saitama stopped me by gripping it and making it impossible to move. I glanced over my shoulder at him, wide eyed. "S-S-Saitama-san! W-Wha-?!" Before I could ask him what he was doing, he cut me off and spun me around with his free hand.
"Why were you crying?" Saitama asked. I sputtered, twirling my hair around my fingers.
"I just...had a rough day at work. One of my coworkers was giving me a hard time." I told him. Guilt tugged at my heart as I tore my eyes away from his. 'It's not like you're lying to him! You really did have a rough day at work!'
'But you're not telling him everything.' A voice in the back of my mind replied back.
'He doesn't need to know everything! It's not his problem!' I argued, biting my bottom lip hard.
"Mitchan." Saitama spoke my name, pulling me away from my inner argument.
"I-I'll be fine, Saitama-san. It's nothing to worry about. Really." I forced myself to smile at him and shooed him away, stepping into the bathroom. Once I was finished, I ate quickly and set up my clothes for tomorrow's date with Aiko. 'Hopefully some time away from the cafe will do me some good.' I thought to myself as I laid down on the futon and nuzzled into Saitama's arms, smiling softly. The sense of security and happiness washed over me as he wrapped his arms around me, one hand playing with my hair comfortingly, easing me into sleep.
~The Next Day~
I woke up later than I had wanted to, sleeping past Saitama's alarm clock at 8am and finally getting up at 10. I sat up and looked around the room with blurred eyes, stifling a yawn as they landed on Saitama who was trying to hold back a laugh.
"What?" I inquired, my voice still thick with sleep.
"Did you get too close to Genos, Mitchan? Your hair's all frizzed out." Saitama snickered, pointing at me. Genos' eyes widened as he denied Saitama's joke.
"I swear that I did not have anything to do with frizzing out your hair, Mitsuki-san. I promise." Genos assured me, waving his hands.
I stuck my tongue out at Saitama and calmed Genos down with a smile as I slowly got up from the futon. Making my way lazily to the bathroom, I washed up and got ready, applying my make up when I noticed a sizable dent on the bathtub's edge. 'Whoa. What happened here? Was this here last night? I don't remember seeing it.' Walking over to it, I bent down and studied it, noticing finger marks within the dent. My fingers ghosted over it. 'Huh. Maybe Saitama slipped while getting out of the bath.' I tried to explain it to myself, ignoring the nagging feelings at the back of my mind.
The thought made me giggle to myself and I finished my make up, leaving the bathroom and flopping down next to Saitama.
"I'm tired..." I lamented, laying my head down on the table, not bringing up the dent. Saitama ruffled my hair and continued watching T.V as I waited for Aiko to show up.
"Are you going in at a later time today, Mitsuki-san?" Genos asked, tying on a pink apron. I raised an eyebrow and watched him, shaking my head.
"No, I have today off. I'm seeing Aiko-chan today." I replied, sitting up. "Where did you get the pink apron, Genos-kun? It's adorable." I giggled as a pink color dusted his cheeks.
"I do not remember." He mumbled, looking away.
"I see." I chuckled, watching him walk away. Exhaling quietly, I rested my head on Saitama's shoulder and closed my eyes, falling back asleep.
~Saitama's P.O.V~
She was lying to me, I could tell from the way she wouldn't hold my gaze for more than a second. Mitchan had come in from work with red, puffy eyes and a blotchy face signaling that she had been crying. Something happened that had upset her to the point of crying but she was refusing to tell me, even plastering a fake smile on her face in an attempt to placate me when I confronted her about it. It ended up frustrating me more. Mitchan should smile from happiness.
When we had gone to sleep, she wrapped her arms around my torso instead of my arm and placed her head against my chest with a happy expression on her face. 'That's better. That's how you should always look, Mitchan.' I thought to myself as I encased her in my arms and played with her hair with my left hand tenderly. Mitchan fell asleep quickly, her hold on me easing up. I felt eyes on me and I looked up to see Genos eyeing us.
"What?" I quizzed, raising an eyebrow. Genos pondered for a few seconds, placing his index finger on his bottom lip.
"Sensei." The cyborg finally spoke. "Do you have feelings for Mitsuki-san?"
I was taken aback by the question and I stuttered.
"Huh? N-No, of course not." I denied it quickly. Maybe a little too quickly as Genos stared at me with doubtful eyes.
"Lately you have gotten more protective of her and you still have not told me where you got that bruise. In all the fights I have seen you in, the most damage you have received are scuffs but never bruises." Genos continued, his eyes shifting between the sleeping Mitchan and I. My hand automatically covered the completely faded present from Mitchan from weeks ago and I looked away from Genos.
'I did promise I would tell him where I got it but I was hoping he would forget! GAH! Why would he forget?! He's a cyborg!' I grimaced, letting my hand fall back to Mitchan's hair. "I'll tell you another time, Genos. Not tonight." Sighing, I put my head down on my pillow and held Mitchan closer, eliciting a quiet groan from her.
"Sensei." Genos began again.
I rolled my eyes and glanced at him, waiting for him to continue.
"She would be a good choice for you, Sensei. Good night." Genos laid down and shut off, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
'A good choice.'
His words swirled around in my brain as I laid there, feeling Mitchan's breathing against my chest. She shifted a bit, pushing her breasts against my stomach and I stiffened, my mind going back to that damned vision of her beneath me crying out in pleasure. I felt myself harden and I groaned behind clenched teeth, scooting away from Mitchan so that she wouldn't feel it. She let out a whimper and grasped at my pajama shirt.
"Saitama..." Mitchan whined, pulling at me. She was still asleep but the way she called my name made me harder.
'Goddammit! I can't take it!' I bolted up, pulling her hands off of my shirt as gently as possible and hurrying off to the bathroom. Laying down a towel, I stripped off my pants and underwear and sat down. Letting out a shuttering breath, I slowly began to pump myself and held in a groan. Another image of Mitchan floated into my mind, this time riding me with her bottom lip caught in between her teeth. I tightened my grip around my cock and pumped harder, moaning softly.
"Mit...chan..." I whispered, rubbing my thumb over my tip slowly. Gripping the edge of the bathtub with my free hand, I pumped faster and harder. 'Shit...I can't believe she can do this to me.' I clenched the bathtub tighter, feeling it bend beneath me as I went faster. I was getting close to hitting the edge when another image drifted up of Mitchan sucking me off while staring up at me, her beautiful brown eyes filled with longing. "Fuck!"
That vision sent me over and I came on my hand, my eyes rolling into the back of my head and panting. Letting go and dropping my hand down to the side, I leaned my head back to try to catch my breath. I slowly got up and cleaned myself off, pulling my underwear and pants back on and stuffing the towel deep into the dirty basket before making my way back to bed. I laid down on my back and her arms once again wound themselves around my torso, Mitchan following close behind. As I was starting to fall asleep, I thought about Genos' words.
"She would be a good choice for you, Sensei."
'But would I be a good choice for her?'
I had woken up the next day begrudgingly, turning off my alarm and peeling myself away from a still sleeping Mitchan. Genos was already up and about, putting away folded laundry. I heard Mitchan fuss behind me as I got up to brush my teeth and I caressed her cheek to soothe her. She quieted down and laid still, her breathing going back to normal. A smile pulled at my lips and I left to brush my teeth.
When I came back and turned on the T.V, she was up and looking around with sleep filled eyes. Her hair fanned out behind her, creating a frizzy halo. I tried to hide a laugh as she stifled a yawn and her eyes turned to me.
"What?" She asked, her voice heavy with sleep.
"Did you get too close to Genos, Mitchan? Your hair's all frizzy." I teased her, snickering as I pointed at her hair halo.
"I swear that I did not have anything to do with frizzing out your hair, Mitsuki-san. I promise." Genos fretted, waving his hands in front of him. Mitchan stuck her tongue out at me before giving a soft smile to Genos as she got up and left for the bathroom. Returning with her hair done and make up on, she plopped down next to me and laid her head down on the table.
"I'm tired." She complained. I glanced down at her and ruffled her hair before turning back to the T.V, placing my hand down on the table. Genos began talking to Mitchan as I started spacing out until I felt something hit my shoulder. Looking down, I saw Mitchan asleep on me. I chuckled, shaking my head and turning down the volume on the T.V so it didn't disturb her.
Genos ambled back into the living room, carrying the broom and dust pan and once again eyeing us with a smile. I tilted my head as to question what he was staring at but he merely shook his head and walked into the kitchen. I blinked and shrugged, freaking out a second later when I remembered that Mitchan was sleeping on my shoulder. Turning to make sure I didn't wake her up or hurt her, I was surprised to find her still asleep and still attached to me. I moved closer to her and put my forehead against hers, closing my eyes.
The fragrance of her raspberry scented conditioner wafted into my nose and I exhaled.
"What am I doing?" I whispered to myself. 'I'm torturing myself, is what I'm doing. I don't even know what I feel for this girl and yet I can't help but get close to her. Mitchan, you confuse me so badly.' I pulled away from her forehead, unsure of what to do. 'I guess for now, I'll just be her friend. That's all I can do until I figure these feelings out.' Tucking a strand of Mitchan's hair behind her ear, I gently picked her up and laid her down on the futon.
~Mitsuki's P.O.V~
I woke up on the futon, lying on my side. Saitama was gone but he had left the T.V on, the newswoman talking quietly in the background. Sitting up, I looked around to try to find him when Genos had walked back in.
"Sensei left to find your friend at the train station. She had text you a few minutes ago asking for our address but you were still asleep, Mitsuki-san. So Sensei took it upon himself to pick up your friend." The cyborg explained, placing a cup of coffee down in front of me. "To help you wake up, Mitsuki-san." He then gave me a little smile and sat down next to me with his own cup of green tea.
"Thank you, Genos-kun." I beamed at him, picking up the cup and blowing on it before taking a sip. Warmth spread throughout my body. Glancing around the room, I noticed that Saitama's hero suit was gone and I blanched. "Please tell me that Saitama-san didn't pick up Aiko-chan in his hero get up." I pleaded, staring at Genos.
He tilted his head in confusion, as though the question was silly. "Of course he did, Mitsuki-san. Sensei is a hero, he needs to be in uniform at all times in case a crisis arises." I slapped my hand against my forehead.
'Oh, god. I can just imagine Aiko's expression right now. Shit, I'm never going to hear the end of this.' I wailed internally, pressing my palm against my forehead. Right then, the front door opened and I heard Aiko's voice.
"Thanks again for picking me up, Saitama-san. I don't know why I didn't ask for your guys' address ahead of time. Oh, there's my favorite girl!" Aiko stepped into the living room with a teasing smirk on her face, Saitama behind her. She then spotted Genos and her eyes widened with curiosity, "Huh? Who's this?"
"Aiko-chan, this is Genos-kun. Genos-kun, this is my best friend, Aiko Oshiro. Genos-kun is Saitama-san's and my roommate." I explained as the cyborg stood up and held out a hand to Aiko. She took it with a flirty smile.
"Nice to meet you, Genos-chan." Aiko winked. I rolled my eyes and dragged her away as Genos blushed.
"A-And you, Aiko-san." Genos stuttered.
"He's only 19, you old hag. Plus you're married. We're leaving. Bye, guys! I'll see you later!" I gulped down the rest of my coffee, waved to the boys and yanked Aiko out of the apartment.
"Hey, I take offense to being called an old hag. I'm only 23, dammit." Aiko huffed from behind me. "Genos-chan is sexy!"
"Genos-kun is a cyborg and you're MARRIED!" I reiterated, letting go off Aiko's arm once we were down the stairs. She whined and gripped my arm.
"But he's so cute!" Aiko pouted, stomping her feet. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Aiko-chan." I shook my arm in an attempt to get her off of me.
"What? I can dream in my miiiind!" She yanked on my arm, sticking her bottom lip out and pulling puppy eyes on me. "You know I have a thing for blondes and he seems so innocent!" I gave her an incredulous look.
"Oh, my god. You're such a creep!" I attempted to walk forward when I was pulled back into Aiko's arms.
"But you love this creep, right?" She smirked at me, rubbing our noses together. Placing my hand in between us, I pushed on her face and wiggled in her hold.
"Let go, creeper." I leaned back, getting annoyed as Aiko tightened her hold on my waist. "Seriously, let go or I won't spend today with you." I threatened, scowling. She pouted but I looked away with a pout, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"Fine, fine." Aiko released me with a sigh. "I was just teasing you, you know." She stated, trudging away from me.
"Uh huh, sure." I replied, running after her. We walked into the main city side by side, going into random shops.
"So you're working at that cafe now? Never pegged you to be a waitress." Aiko commented, holding up a dress to her body in front of a mirror. I was sitting behind her, holding two shirts and a pair of pants for her.
"Yeah, well, I'm taking whatever jobs I can get. Can't afford to be picky right now." I replied, staring outside. My thoughts were getting pulled towards what I was going to do about Daisuke when I went back to work tomorrow and I was scared because I had no idea what I was going to do. Letting out a sigh through my nose, I turned my attention to Aiko. "I like that dress on you. I think you should get it."
"Yeah?" Aiko beamed at me. "I think so, too. Did you find anything you like?" She questioned, taking the clothes from me and making her way over to the register. I shook my head and followed after her. Aiko glanced back at me, blinking. "You alright there, babe? You seem a bit out of it. Normally you're trying on a whole bunch of dresses and shoes but you're not even looking at them today."
"Yeah, I'm fine." I reassured her, forcing a smile on my face. Aiko stared at me before placing her clothes on the check out counter.
"Don't lie to me, Mitsuki-chan. I know when you're lying to me. You're telling me everything once we get out of this store." She whipped around and paid for her clothes, grabbing the bag and my hand and dragging me out of the store. Aiko pulled me into the park not too far from the electronic store that Genos and I had gone too a few weeks ago and had us sit down on the bench. "Alright, what's going on?"
I sighed and began explaining what was going on at work with Mariko, leaving out Daisuke, and my possible feelings for Saitama. Aiko stayed quiet throughout the entire thing, watching me until I was done.
"You always were one to fall for someone quickly, Mitsuki-chan." Aiko commented, leaning back. I huffed and she smiled in response. "Well, have you said anything to Saitama-san about it?"
I stared at her, wide eyed, "Hell no! I would never tell him! It's SAITAMA-SAN!" I hissed at her, pulling at my hair. "This is Captain Apathetic we're talking about here, Aiko-chan! I highly doubt he even feels the same or if he's even capable of it." I bemoaned, looking down at my feet and twiddling my thumbs. Aiko laughed.
"You're silly, Mitsuki-chan. But if you don't want to tell him, I can't make you. Now as far as this Mariko girl, I'm surprised you haven't punched her yet." Aiko mused, tapping her chin with her fingernail.
"I don't want to get fired or else I would have already." I pouted, folding my arms underneath my breasts. 'Not to mention she has that damn recording of me threatening her. Maybe I should call Bang-san's dojo, see if he's gotten anywhere with my resume.'
"You should still punch her." Aiko replied, standing up and holding out her hand.
"And lose my job? No, thanks." Taking her hand, I stood up and we started walking towards another store. "You still owe me a dress by the way." I stated.
Aiko glanced back at me over her shoulder with a large smile, "Oh? Somebody's feeling better. Alright, I'll buy you whatever you want, princess." A blush crept across my cheeks as Aiko purred out her old nickname for me and I looked away with a sulk.
"Shut up and just get me a fucking dress, you jerk." I demanded, smacking her arm. Aiko laughed again and gave in.
"Okay, okay! Shit, so harsh to your best friend." She pouted playfully and pulled me into the nearest dress shop. We spent a good two hours there because Aiko kept finding different dresses and shoving them at me to try them on. Every few dresses or so, she would make a dirty comment, call me "princess" or pinch my butt until I got fed up and ended up punching her in the arm.
"Stop it, you pervert!" I hissed at her. "I'm telling Jirou-san!"
"No!" Aiko wailed, tugging on my shirt. "Please don't tell him! I won't get sex!" I made an exasperated face as she yanked at me.
"Aiko-chan, please. I was just saying that to get you to quit pinching my ass. Stop pulling! I won't tell!" Rolling my eyes as Aiko hugged me, I collected the dresses I wanted into my arms. We checked out and got burgers, sitting down once again in the park. As we ate in silence, Aiko's phone went off several times. "Is it Jirou-san?" I asked, nibbling on a pickle.
She scrolled through the texts and nodded, a scowl pulling her lips down. "Apparently, Jirou came home early to find the babysitter had invited her boyfriend and some friends over and wasn't watching the baby at all! Oh, I'm so gonna fire her. She's not getting this damn paycheck!" Aiko furiously pounded on the buttons, texting her husband back. I watched her, tapping my fries on the bag.
"Do you need to head home? It's alright if you do." I said.
"You sure? I feel like I don't see you enough and whenever I do, I always cut our time together short." Aiko protested, looking up from her phone. I nodded.
"It's fine, really! I don't mind at all. You have a family now and you need to tend to them first. I come second and that's alright." I reiterated, beaming at her. We stood up and hugged each other good bye before parting ways, promising to text one another. I sighed and looked at my phone. It was almost 5pm. Shrugging, I started walking back to the apartment and stopped to pick up food for the boys, sending a text to Genos to let him know.
As I walked up the steps, I spotted Saitama standing outside leaning against the rail.
"Saitama-san?" I called out, tilting my head. He turned to look at me, the blank expression that I've come to adore on his face. "What are you doing out here?" Saitama shrugged, his eyes landing on the bag of food in my hand.
"Whatcha got there, Mitchan?" Saitama asked, shuffling over to me and taking the bag. He opened it and examined the contents. "Burgers and fries. Yum." Saitama beamed at me and I thought my heart stopped at how dazzling his smile was. "Thanks, Mitchan. How was your day with your friend?"
"You're...You're welcome." I replied in a breathy tone, trying to remind myself to breath. "It was good. Got new dresses." I held up the other bag in my hand to show him.
"Oh. You should show me those later on, then." Saitama stated nonchalantly and turned to walk back into the apartment, waiting for me to follow him.
"O-okay." My cheeks flushed red and I hurried inside, Saitama strolling past me into the living room.
"Genos, Mitchan got us burgers!" He called out and I heard the bag rustle. "AH, SHE EVEN GOT US MILKSHAKES! I CALL CHOCOLATE! AGH! NO, GENOS! I CALLED IT, DAMMIT! GIVE IT BACK! Oh, wait, I found another one." My ears perked up at that and I went sprinting into the living room, screeching.
"NO, THAT'S MINE!" I tackled Saitama, who didn't move an inch, right as he was about to put the straw into his mouth. "Don't you dare drink that! It's mine!" He held it away from me as I made grabby hands towards the milkshake. "Give it! Give it back, Saitama-san!" Saitama kept eye contact with me as he slowly placed the straw in his mouth and started drinking, causing me to shriek. "NOOO! YOU ASSHOLE!" I began smacking his arm. "That was MY chocolate milkshake!"
Giving up, I slowly slid down his arm in defeat with a wail.
"You may have mine, Mitsuki-san." Genos offered.
"It's not the same!" I cried, slumped over on the floor. "I hope you choke on a fry, you jerk."
"That's not very nice, Mitchan." Saitama chided, putting the straw on the side of his mouth.
"You stealing my milkshake wasn't very nice and yet you still did it." I argued back.
"It's just a milkshake." He rolled his eyes.
"But it was my milkshake!" My voice was muffled as I pushed my face into his arm. Saitama scoffed and shoved the vanilla milkshake against my neck. I squealed at the sudden coldness and fell over, covering my neck with my hand. Saitama stared down at me with a smirk, holding the drink above me. Sitting back up quickly, I snatched it away from him and began drinking it. "Ass."
~The Next Day~
Apprehension filled my chest as I walked to work, staring at my phone. All last night, I had been leaving Airi texts but she hadn't been answering them. 'I hope she's okay.' I held my phone close to my chest and stopped outside of the cafe, trying to gather my courage. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I stepped inside and looked around for Airi, who was usually at work before I was.
But she was nowhere in sight or in her usual hangouts in the cafe. Worried, I jogged up to Mami, who was setting up the tables.
"Mami-san! Mami-san, where's Airi-chan? Does she have today off?" I inquired. Mami straightened up and turned to face me but refused to make eye contact. "Mami-san? What's wrong?"
"Um...well...About Airi..." She began when a familiar high-pitched voice from behind us cut her off.
"That fag got fired. It was about time honestly."
I whirled around to Mariko strutting towards us with a smug look on her face.
'Airi was fired? No no no no!' My heart dropped into my stomach. The only person that was trying to protect me from Daisuke was now gone and I was left alone to face him by myself. Forcing myself to keep my breathing under control, Mariko kept taunting me.
"I caught the bitch rifling through my bag. I guess she was looking for that recording I had of you." Mariko shrugged with one hand in the air, a smirk spreading on her face. "I always knew that fag had a crush on you. She was too sweet with you and now she paid the price but maybe if I press charges, she'll get sent to prison with a bunch of other like her." She snickered.
Anger bubbled in my chest and I turned around, walking away. 'Don't blow up. Don't blow up. She's just doing this to get a rise out of you. Calm down.' Heels clacked behind me, telling me that Mariko was following close behind.
"You could always go visit her. I'm sure that they'll allow conjugal visits. Or maybe she'll forget about you and meet someone else since it's not like dykes can be faithful." She sneered. I stopped in my tracks, digging my nails into my palms as the anger in my chest spread through the rest of my body. Whirling around to face her, I growled.
"Don't call Airi-chan that." I hissed at her. Mariko simply smirked.
"Call her what? Dyke? But that's what she is, isn't she?" She giggled, taunting me.
My anger rose and I no longer cared about anything but hurting her. Striding over, I shoved my purse into Mami's hands, pulled my arm back and sucker punched Mariko in her all-too-perfect nose. Mami shrieked behind me as Mariko fell down, covering her face and knocking over a table. Blood streaked down her chin, staining her white apron. It should have stopped me but it didn't and I hopped on top of her, wrapped her hair around my hand and began whaling on her.
Outrage and hatred was rushing through my veins, deafening my ears to Mami's cries of my name as my fists connected with Mariko's arms, face and chest.
"Don't say anything bad about Airi!" I screamed as I punched at her. She thrashed beneath me, slapping me whenever she got the chance but in my rage, I didn't even feel it. Slamming her head into the floor to stop her wiggling, I then smashed my fist into her cheek. Right as I was about to bash her in the nose again, I felt arms wrap around me and pull me up. Shrieking in frustration and fury as Kumiko struggled to keep her hold on me, I kicked at the fallen blonde, my leg connecting with her thigh.
"You stupid bitch." Mariko stuttered out, spitting out blood. There was a flash of silver and a stinging pain coming from my forearm. I looked down and saw a cut in my sleeve, blood staining the outside of the tear. "I'll fucking kill you for this." I struggled out of Kumiko's grasp and pushed her out of the way as Mariko stood up on wobbly legs, making a beeline straight for me.
My anger was now gone and trepidation set in as she got closer, swinging the knife. 'Where the fuck did she get the knife?! Did she grab it from one the tables that toppled over?' My thoughts were rushed as I tried to dodge Mariko's frenzied swings. Feeling another sting on my thigh, I winced and backed up.
"Not so tough now, are we, bitch?!" She laughed hysterically, her blue eyes wild and her face bloody and swollen. Mariko came at me again, cutting me in my stomach and cheek when I bumped into one of the tables. Knocking me down and sitting on top of my hips, she gave me a wide blood-stained grin. "Bye-bye, newbie." Mariko held the knife high above her head and started swinging it downwards when a chair cuffed her, pushing her off of me.
I sat up, tears streaming down my face and panting as I looked around for my savior. My eyes landed on Mami, still holding the chair so tightly that her knuckled were turning white. She was staring wide-eyed at Mariko, her mouth open in a silent scream. Kumiko ran over to check her pulse then looked up at us.
"She's fine, just out."
With that, Mami let go of the chair and sank to the floor, crying. I crawled over to her, ignoring the pain coming from my cuts and hugged her. She clung to me and sobbed into my shoulder.
"It's okay, Mami-san. It's alright." I rubbed her back as she continued to break down. Kumiko came up behind me and touched Mami's head.
"You did it to protect Mitsuki-san, okay? Please just think of that." Kumiko tried to soothe Mami, who nodded and started to calm down. Her sobs ceased to sniffles and she released her tight hold on me, pulling away to wipe her eyes.
"We...we need to clean your w-wounds, Mitsuki-kun." Mami pointed out. I let out a laugh and nodded. We all stood up and were about to head to the first aid kit when Daisuke stepped into the cafe, an stunned look on his face as he gazed around.
"What in the hell happened here?!" He demanded in a loud voice, scaring Mami. Kumiko stepped forward to explain. Daisuke listened with a hard expression on his face and glanced over at Mariko, who was still knocked out. After Kumiko was done, he pushed past her and grabbed my arm roughly.
"Daisuke-san!" Kumiko called out, reaching for me. "Mitsuki-san need to be taken care of! She's been cut several times!" Daisuke glared at her, making her flinch back.
"I'll deal with her wounds. Get that bitch out of here." He snarled and proceeded to drag me to his office.
~~POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: PLEASE SKIP IF UNCOMFORTABLE~~
"Kawaguchi-san!" I cried out, wincing as he yanked my arm after opening the office door. Daisuke hurled me into the room and I collided with the desk with a grunt. Within seconds, he closed the door, locked it and was looming over me. "K-Kawaguchi-san..." Daisuke held my face in his hands and stared into my eyes for a couple of a seconds before pushing his lips against mine. My eyes widened and I pulled away.
"Call me Daisuke, Mitsuki." Daisuke whispered, brushing his nose against my uncut cheek and down my neck. His hands left my face, one going into my hair and the other slowly sliding down my side. I shivered and held in a whimper as his hand slid around to my back, cupping my butt. Daisuke ran his fingers through my hair, smelling it as he left small kisses on my neck. "God, you're so gorgeous."
Panic started setting in my chest and my breathing began quickening. 'I don't want this. I don't want this! Please stop!' I pushed at Daisuke's chest with shaky arms, my energy waning. 'Kawaguchi-san, please. I-AH!" My plea was cut short as Daisuke yanked my head back by my hair roughly.
"I said to call me Daisuke." He growled into my ear, digging his fingers into my skin painfully and drawing out another cry from me. Tears pricked my eyes as I felt him bite my earlobe while pushing me up against the desk harder and harder until my legs finally gave out underneath me. I fell on top of the table with a thud, hitting my head sharply. The room swam before my eyes in my disoriented state and Daisuke took advantage of it by sitting on top of me, putting his weight on my hips to make sure I didn't move.
"N-no...no!" I protested weakly, trying to push him off me before he pinned my arms. "Stop!" Daisuke muffled my screams, smashing his lips against mine and biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. In my panic, I began flailing and kicking my legs. Daisuke pulled away, his face contorted in rage and tightened his hold on my wrists, causing the bones to rub together.
"Quit moving, goddammit!" Placing both my wrists in one hand, he began unbuttoning my uniform, yanking it open when he lost patience. Tears were streaming down my face nonstop as I flailed and kicked more, feeling his teeth graze my exposed skin.
"No! NO!" I screamed as I tried to buck him off. Finally one of my kicks landed, hitting him low. Daisuke buckled over in pain, letting go of my wrists and I pushed him off of me, flinging myself onto the floor. I scrambled to get up, reaching into my pocket for my phone and flipping it open. Typing in Genos' number as I ran for the door, I hit the call button right as I was tackled to the floor and the phone was knocked out of my hand. 'Fuck! FUCK! SAITAMA! SAITAMA!'
Glancing back to see Daisuke grabbing onto my hips and pulling me into the middle of the room, I kicked at him as he flipped me onto my back and climbed on top of me once again. I screamed again as he ripped my skirt and forced himself in between my legs, slapping him across the face. He turned to face me, his lips pulled back in a snarl and he pulled his fist back, punching me in the cheek. Stars floated into my vision as my head was knocked sideways, blood filling my mouth from biting my tongue. In my haze, I could faintly hear Genos' voice on the other line of my phone calling my name over and over.
"G-Genos-kun..." I gurgled out, reaching out for the phone desperately. "Genos-kun...Genos-kun..." I kept repeating his name, hoping that he would hear me. "H-help m-m-me..." A sob escaped past my lips.
"Shut up." Daisuke grabbed my hand and pinned it up with the other, taking off his belt with his free hand and using it to tie my hands together. Grabbing my face, he made me look at him again and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. "I've waited weeks to do this but that damn Airi kept getting in the way. I couldn't find away to fire her until Mariko caught her going through her shit. Just my luck! Now I've got you all to myself." He purred against my lips, licking the blood off of them.
Another sob wrenched its way past my lips and Daisuke once again punched me.
"I said shut up!" He yelled, digging his fingers into my breasts.
Sucking in air, I screamed loud enough so that Genos could hear me,
"SAITAMA! HELP ME, PLEASE!" I kept screaming his name until Daisuke's hands wrapped around my throat and squeezed, cutting off my air. My eyes widened and I scratched at his hands. "S-Saitama!" I croaked out as dots began clouding my eyes.
"I'm gonna fuck you until that name is erased from your mind!" Daisuke threatened, pressing into my windpipe. My vision began to blur due to lack of air and my body became sluggish. "I heard you say his name before so I looked him up. He's just a regular C class hero and a low ranking one at that. Ha! As if he can fucking save you. C class heroes can't do shit." He laughed, keeping one hand on my throat and roughly squeezing my breast with the other.
I was beginning to slip in and out of consciousness, everything becoming more and more blurry the harder I fought to stay awake. Feeling Daisuke press his hard on against my inner thigh as his hand left my chest, his fingers looping around my panties and tugging at them, I struggled more to stay awake. Before he could pull them off, a bang came from outside the office followed by a pair of hurried footsteps and someone yelling my name.
"MITCHAN!"
Saitama's voice reached my ears and a tired smile graced my lips. 'Saitama came for me. He came for me.' Fresh tears filled my eyes as the office door slammed open. Daisuke's hand left my throat and I began coughing at the sudden rush of air stinging my lungs.
"What the hell?!" Daisuke called out, looking surprised.
"You son of a bitch." Rage colored Saitama's voice as he strolled over and picked Daisuke up off me by the collar. "How dare you touch Mitchan?" Saitama glowered at the man, holding him above the floor. He then slammed him against the desk, raising his fist.
"S-Saitama-san." I wheezed out in a hoarse tone, turning over onto my side and trying to cover myself. "Saitama-san..." I called out again, looking up the bald man with teary eyes. He glanced at me then back at Daisuke, silent for a few seconds before tossing him to Genos and walking over to me.
"Mitchan." Saitama whispered tenderly, wrapping his arms around me. The second his fingers touched my shoulder, I flung myself at him and started sobbing, clutching his jumpsuit. "It's okay. I've got you." He picked me up gently, holding me close and I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. A snicker came from behind and Saitama glared over my head to where Genos was holding Daisuke.
"You shouldn't baby that whore. She wanted it. The slut enjoyed every second of it. If she didn't want it, she shouldn't of teased me every day, looking the way she did." Daisuke sneered. I shook my head, clinging to Saitama and staring up at him.
"I didn't do anything, Saitama-san! Please, I didn't do anything!" I pleaded with him. Saitama looked down at me and smiled softly.
"I know you didn't." He assured me. I nodded, letting out a sob and burying my face into his neck. Daisuke once again snickered but was cut off when Genos slammed him into the wall.
"You will not speak ill of Mitsuki-san. You will not speak at all. If you do, I will crush your windpipe." Genos threatened, causing Daisuke to lose all color in his face. Saitama walked towards the door and stopped next to Genos, scowling at Daisuke.
"I'm taking Mitchan to the hospital. You do what you see fit to this creep." He told the cyborg, tightening his hold on me.
"Yes, Sensei." Genos agreed and turned his yellow eyes on the pale man under his grip. With that, Saitama left the office and the cafe, grabbing a jacket to cover me with on the way out.
He glanced down at me as I was slipping in and out of consciousness once again. Saitama adjusted the jacket and walked carefully as to not jostle me.
"Sleep, Mitchan. You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you." He coaxed.
"Promise me?" I whimpered back, grabbing onto his suit.
"Promise." Saitama mumbled into my hair. Leaning my head against his chest, I listened to his heartbeat, the steady rhythm lulling me to sleep.