Hi! This is pretty much a sort of interrupting chapter, mainly because I also feel like in a Saitatsu story, I haven't really written a lot of Saitatsu. You get what I mean?

This chapter is mainly a mishmash of stuff that happens on their date, with some progression coming up that I sort of hinted at in previous chapters but not really because I absolutely suck at foreshadowing.

That being said, I hope you enjoy it!

Initial Release Date: October 30, 2020 (yeah, that's my bad. i kinda just got so caught up in procrastination that i just...forgot. my bad.)


"You know, Saitama?"

"Yeah, Tats?"

"Elder Centipede was a breeze," Tatsumaki sighed, scratching her head while putting a hand on her hips. "And King didn't even show up!"

"Oh, about that," Saitama shrugged in response. "Diarrhea."

Tornado scoffed, "Bullshit. There's no way he'd just make that stupid of a decision."

"Hey, haven't you made a decision to eat something stupid before?"

"Touché, Saitama. Now, how about Garou?"

"Told you, Genos, Bang, and Bomb definitely have it covered. If not, Genos'll probably call me instantly. You know how he is, right?" Saitama brought up, causing Tatsumaki to nod.

"Yeah...now, you did say that you were gonna take me out on a date, right?" Saitama nodded to that. "C'mon, then! Have you decided on what we were gonna do?"

"Nope," Saitama proudly declared, and Tornado could've sworn one of those goddamn anime tunes quickly played then, causing her great frustration.

"Oh my god, you're such a dumbass," Tatsumaki scoffed, though there was some amusement to her tone. "Come on, I'll take you to a theme park or something. It's been a while since I've been there. I mean, like what...four years, I think."

"I get what you mean," Saitama agreed. "The last time I was there was when I worked part-time because I didn't really have too much money then." However, he didn't mention the fact that he worked a bunch of jobs that were part-time and got fired because he stopped showing up to spend that time training.

"Then now's the perfect time for it!" Tornado declared, already lifting herself up in the air. "Come on! There's still a few hours left!"

"You seem excited," Saitama observed in response, hopping up to a nearby tree to match her height. He wasn't sure why she was so excited, but he could tell there was something she was thinking about this very moment. Maybe it was something she wanted to show him, and she was betting on him not having planned while they were on their way.

"I mean, I did feel like going to the theme park either way. I just thought it'd be more fun with you there," Tornado admitted, a light blush dusting her cheeks. "Is that fine, or is there somewhere else you wanted to go?"

"Nah, the theme park's fine...is there something wrong, Tats? You seem a little off," Saitama wondered out loud, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. He witnesses her gulp a little bit, before blushing lightly and brushing it off.

"It's just something on my mind. I'll tell you about when I'm ready," she answered, already flying off towards where the festival was. Saitama, while not the best with emotions, still could tell that something was off, and wanted to know what it was.

However, he also knew that pushing it might make it worse, especially in the long run. He genuinely did care about Tats, to the point where he did really like her.

That was the struggle for him.

How would he communicate how he felt without making her uncomfortable?

That's something he didn't exactly know how to approach.

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"You know, Tats?" Saitama observed as they wait in the ticket line. "Now that I think about it, some of the stuff here is way more boring than what we do daily."

"Yeah, but some of the food here's shit you won't find anywhere else," Tornado assured, holding his hand in her own.

"And yet you decided to wait in line. You know we could've just like jumped in here without even having to pay. They probably wouldn't have even tried to stop us."

"That, Baldy, is called an abuse of power. Even I wouldn't use my powers like that. It's for intimidation only," Tatsumaki sighed. "Besides, it's not like it's too long a wait."

Saitama deadpanned, "We've stood in line for twelve minutes already. Isn't that in itself too long a wait?"

"You said you worked here. Have you ever even been in a ticket line before? Like for a movie or something?"

Saitama shook his head. For as long as he could remember, he'd never gone to the movie theater to actually watch something on the big screen.

"Nah, I never had friends, let alone friends who wanted to watch movies with me," he wistfully remembered; it was sad to him that he never had friends, but he didn't really care about movies. Comedy never appealed to him, action movies seemed bland, romance seemed too complicated for his liking, or at least what he'd heard from teachers rambling in class.

"God, you sound like a goddamn hermit witch who lives in the woods," Tatsumaki complained, dragging him further into the line. Oddly enough, while they did receive weird looks from people after they revealed that they were in a relationship, there weren't any people who they'd met that openly opposed it. Sure, Saitama was supposedly a fraud, but they weren't going to argue with Tornado. They had faith that she could handle him, had something gone wrong. At least, that was in the public's eyes.

"You've come up with some pretty creative insults," Saitama mused, a curious look on his face. "Ever get tough to come up with something new?"

Tatsumaki shrugged, not really sure where to go with that base, "Not really. I just say what's on my mind at the time, since whenever I insult people, I usually just go a mile a minute and whatever comes out are the insults I keep using until another one comes along."

"And you just roll with it?"

"Yep. Never seemed to work on you, though. Don't know why," Tatsumaki shrugged; she didn't really care. Besides, she didn't drive him away, so she assumed he just disregarded it in favor of somehow being attracted to her. She knew she drove people away, and she was pretty much content with that. She didn't expect someone to not be driven away after that.

"Uh, Tats, are we gonna go ahead in line yet?"

"Shut up, Baldy."


To the two of them, haunted houses were some of the most boring things on Earth, along with rollercoasters. Raging Bull, for example. While it struck exhilaration and joy into those who normally rode it, it seemed like nothing more than mere walking to the two of them, scooting around at a leisurely stroll. Of course, they knew it wasn't the designers' fault.

Yet, of course, what was a visit to the theme park if you didn't go to a haunted house of sorts?

As they went through the haunted house, it was filled with...nothingness. A bunch of robots programmed to just pop out every now and then, and the entire thing relied on jump-scares and the occasional eerie sounds that were very poor-quality.

It was enough to make Tornado feel somewhat guilty for just dragging him along, cause the entire thing just seemed so rudimentary in terms of horror that she didn't register just how poorly done it was. Even when she was younger, she enjoyed going to haunted houses since they were good in one aspect: they were so bad, they were good.

But on a date?

It was just painfully bad.

So that's what led to one single event.

A single kiss on the cheek.

That was enough.

Enough for what, one may ask.

For one little thing. A little tinge of pink. It's not a lot. Hell, it's barely noticeable to the naked eye. Tornado could believe that some sort of cybernetic vision like Genos' could potentially miss it, even with the thermal vision and whatnot.

It was a lot, anyways. Considering how all they'd done before is hold hands and hug every now and then, this was a heavy transition.

So, when Tatsumaki placed a gentle kiss on Saitama's cheek?

It was quite a shock. It'd been near the middle of the haunted house, and Tornado noticed Saitama's failure to be scared by some of the 'monsters' that they had shown. Of course, it would be thrilling and exhilarating to people without these sorts of superpowers that they possessed and couldn't fight back with, providing the sort of excitement and chaotic feeling that they could experience in a safe environment without an actual monster there.

But for Saitama and Tornado?

They literally dealt with beings that would make the average person shit their pants in a blink of an eye, dismissing the being in lightning speed.

It was only a moment in which Tatsumaki felt a twinge of guilt. A tiny morsel of guilt for dragging him along when he wasn't really getting much enjoyment out of this.

Of course, the argument could be made that spending time with her was enough to make him happy, but she wasn't satisfied with that.

She wanted to be a good girlfriend, in a sense. She'd been relying on him to help her with her emotions, and she felt like she sort of owed him. She didn't know what else to do that wasn't too extreme, but she felt even this was bordering the line of being too extreme for their current relationship.

Especially when she saw that tinge of pink. No, it was not on her cheeks.

It was the slightest bit of pink on Saitama's cheeks. For the first time in what was probably five years, Saitama had a little blush on his face. For a while, Tornado thought that any degree of affection probably wouldn't have even fazed him in the slightest, but the smallest kiss on the cheek was enough to show a mark greater than she even thought possible.

She didn't even see it for most of the time because of how unbelievably dark the haunted house was. Other than the occasional jump-scare that lit up the room a bright orange that frankly seemed a bit unhealthy on the eyes, there wasn't enough light to see if she had done anything to him when she kissed his cheek.

The only indication was the small squeeze that Saitama gave as they were holding hands, and when they exited the haunted house, he offered a small smile that Tornado bashfully returned.

"Wow, guess you're softening up," Saitama joked, the first time either of them spoke ever since the cheek kiss. Up until then, they'd mainly been making fun of the haunted house, of course only after noting that there weren't any humans trying to scare them; they found it wouldn't be right of them to criticize them just for doing their job because of who they were as heroes.

"Hey, it was one cheek kiss," Tornado rolled her eyes, somewhat regretting her decision in the short-term, but still being satisfied with it. As she hesitantly made eye contact with him, she noticed one thing: he seemed content. Happy. Satisfied.

"And it means a lot," Saitama shrugged. "Honestly."

She smiled again, "Thanks, Baldy. For a lot. Really."

"Hey, I think I should be a bit more affected than you are right now, right?" Tornado nodded, wondering where he was going. "Then why are your sentences shorter than mine?"

A swift punch to the arm, "Hey, if you're going to be an asshole about it, then I'll just not do it again." She didn't really mean it, but the message got across either way.

Saitama chuckled, holding her hand again, "Didn't mean it like that, Tats. C'mon, we got some more rides to go on and maybe some stuff to eat."


"Really? The Ferris Wheel? How corny can you get?" Tats raises an eyebrow, even though she was holding my hand. "Well, I guess it could be worse."

"What, would you prefer I take you to the Tunnel of Love? There's a lot of things that I can handle, but the day we go to the Tunnel of Love is the day I die," I complain, nearly gagging at how stupid the entire thing is. "It's the cheesiest thing possible."

"If you did, I think I'd ditch you right then and there," Tats rolls her eyes, but smiles nonetheless. "C'mon, it's our turn."

"Next up!" The employee calls out. "Well, well, the new datin' heroes!" I shrug a little bit. It feels weird, knowing that people are interested in our relationship in the first place.

The guy's a middle-aged dude wearing the uniform but with a combover. There isn't much to his appearance, but he seems happy enough.

"Enjoy your ride!" He cheerfully pipes up as we hand him the tickets and enter the ride. It's very slow, but equally comforting. Of all things, I think the Ferris Wheel is probably the most stable thing they have here. Even if it does somehow break, Tats can probably just hold it together for the rest of her life. This thing's pretty light as is.

"You're warm, Baldy," she mutters as she leans on my shoulder. It's starting to turn into like the dusk and all, and we can see the sun start to set.

I know you've seen this scene a hundred thousand times before, a sort of romantic scene happening on the Ferris Wheel with all the fireworks and in the night sky and everything like that, I've seen it a ton in like the few books I've read and sometimes in ads on T.V.

There aren't any fireworks, and the city's too dang polluted to see the night sky, so there isn't too much to see from that. I guess it's not so cliché.

But being on a date and going on a Ferris Wheel and see the sun set? I'd say that's pretty overused. Well, I don't really care about that in the first place. I guess I'd say I'm pretty happy here.

It's nice, honestly. I like the silence at my own home, and before Genos came to live in my place, it was pretty nice.

But whenever people say that they like stuff with other people? I can't really say it's not true, because I'm enjoying this sort of silence. Neither of us are talking, and I'm perfectly fine with that. She seems to be content.

That's where a minor problem came in. I don't know exactly why I did this, or what even prompted me to try it, but I did.

Maybe it's cause she kissed me on the cheek earlier. Maybe it's cause of the general mood of the place.

But maybe I could have kissed her on the top of the head a little bit more smoothly.

Man, I know I probably blushed a bunch when she kissed me on the cheek. (Speaking of, she must have used her powers to lift herself up, right? I don't think she's tall enough to reach normally.) But this? This was a whole different type of red.

I think there's a light pink. Then comes red. Then comes the red you'd see on a potato. No, a tomato. And then there would be like...that sort of red in those weird schools when you did bad, so they'd turn your behavior card (yeah, I know: stupid.) to red to indicate that you had to call your parents.

And then there's this.

I thought her being shit-faced was a weird amount of blush. It wasn't that behavior card red nor the tomato red, but somewhat in between. It still felt worse than the behavior card red, but yeah. This was definitely a stronger blush than anything I'd ever seen on a human being.

And by god.

It's actually pretty adorable.

"You're cute."

The words are out of my mouth before I can realize it, but I can't take them back now. I guess I just have to live with the consequences my choices bring, whatever that means. Never really cared about the consequences of my actions. If the basis is good, it probably ended up good in the end. Carried that over to every part of my life, including fighting monsters. If you can call it fighting.

"S-Shut up," she stutters, punching me on the arm lightly before leaning a little more into me. "'What was that for?" I can tell she probably knows, but won't say it.

I try to joke, "Who knows? Maybe I'm getting back at you for earlier."

"Don't make this a competition, Baldy. I'll have you tripping over your two feet in my name," she sarcastically whispers, a blush still heavy on her face.

I softly smile, softly whispering, "You already got that, I think."

"Oh my god, shut up!" She blurts out, hiding her face in her hands. "Holy fuck, how cheesy can you get!" I can tell she isn't angry; just embarrassed beyond what is probably possible.

"Hey, you started it," I prompt, leaning a little bit back into the chair. Luckily, it's not rocking. I don't do well with random shaking, weirdly enough.

"You're pretty awesome, Tats," I say absentmindedly, the words just sort of spilling out of my mouth.

"Oh my god, you're going to make me wanna kiss you normally and I'm not ready for that yet, asswipe!" She declares, and I raise my eyebrow. I don't think I'm ready for that either, honestly.

"Hey, I'll stop if you want to," I answer, shrugging. I can tell that both of us have a blush on our faces, though hers is far stronger than mine. "But I'm just saying what I think."

"And that's the problem! You're so...you! How can you be so open with all of this stuff?!" She nearly screams, her emotions somehow getting the better of her. "How are you treating this...this relationship stuff as if it's just normal? We're not even normal people, Baldy."

I shrug. How do I even phrase what I think about it?

"Um...well," I begin awkwardly. "I don't think a relationship should feel uncomfortable. I think both people should be happy, and if someone isn't, we can just tell each other. I don't think it should be super hard, right?"

She nods, "Yeah, but how do you just...accept it?!" She gestures her hands wildly, standing up in the Ferris Wheel thing. Thank god someone tall isn't here, cause the booth isn't even that tall in the first place.

"I dunno," I admit. "I just boil it down to this: If both of us are happy, we're doing good. If one of us isn't happy, we can improve it. If neither of us are happy, then something's wrong.

"So, how do you feel? Are you happy with this relationship?" I prompt, and then the weight of my words come down crashing upon me. I realize how important this is not only to her, but subconsciously to me. Even though I probably seem like a huge douche on the exterior at the moment, there's a lot going on in my mind that I'm not even paying attention to. My throat goes dry in an instant, like a dang raisin.

"W-Well, duh!" She says it as if it's the most obvious thing, and suddenly, the weird weight that came upon me for like five seconds vanishes. Maybe I should start thinking about what I say before I say it. Maybe.

I probably won't start now, but I'll get to it eventually.

"Then that's what's most important, Tats," I smile lightly, gently reaching for her hand. She doesn't pull away; in fact, she accepts it. I gently pull her closer, pulling her into a hug. It's nice to hug her.

Eventually, she accepts the hug.

"God, you suck," she groans lightly. "It's still fuckin' weird how you can take this so easily."

"Hey, you said it yourself: We're not normal people," I shrug, as she pulls away from the hug to sit next to me again. This time, she leans her head onto my shoulder. She silences herself, and it's clear that there's something else on her mind at the moment.

"Hey, Baldy?" She hums, her eyes closed and her tone a little calmer than before.

"Hm?"

"I think I'm ready."

"For what?" I raise an eyebrow, since what she's saying could literally refer to anything in the whole wide world.

"To tell you...reasonably. About my past. I know I already did, and there's like, no point in telling you now since you already now," she tenses up a little bit, and I can tell that it's not because of me, but at the mere mention of her past. "I-I just feel you should know what happened to me properly, in a way that doesn't seem...super weird. I want you to...know that I trust you enough to actually tell you, y'know?"

I stop her right there, making the sudden decision, "You don't have to, Tats. Your past doesn't define you."

"Okay, Socrates. Damn, never mind," she dryly laughs.

We can get to that another time. Hell, maybe never. I don't really care. I know that it brings some sort of bad feeling to her, and I don't think even talking about it would really help.

"I'm telling you anyways."

Well, never mind, I guess.