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Filler Chapter: Girl Troubles

A Champion's Challenge

In Ava's Apartment…

Nervousness

A feeling that made Ava think hard, and sweat harder. She was currently in her bedroom, laying on her bed, while looking at her phone. She sighed deeply, watching the clock on her phone tick away, her attention in a different place. It was the middle of the night, and Ava's been awake since 5 o'clock this morning. Fatigue covered her body, but the thing that kept her up was a dopey face that popped up on her phone screen, a face she not only trusted, but came to love having around her as well. It was that face that made her nervousness go away, yet still made her feel all tingly on the inside. This was the face of the first person that didn't she her as a robot, or a weapon, but as a person, and a woman. Thoughts of her and a certain someone soon sprang up in her mind, making her blush instantly. She hugged one of her pillows tightly, as she kept thinking about the guy with the dopey face.

"Maybe one phone call wouldn't hurt?" Ava said to herself, trying to hit the call button on her phone, but her hands wouldn't let her. She huffed at herself, pouting that her body was this spineless.

"Hmph! C'mon Ava, get it together! Saitama gave you his phone number just for this reason, you stupid spark plug!" Ava yelled to herself, yet her body still couldn't muster the courage to call Saitama. Minutes passed, as Ava kept staring at the dopey face, her mind now treading into unknown territory, imagining herself walking down the city streets, with Saitama holding her hand, and pulling her closer to him as they kept walking with each other…

"Stop it Ava! You have no idea if Saitama even likes you like that!" Ava warned herself again, but her mind couldn't stop, as she kept dreaming up intimate scene, after intimate scene, letting out tiny squeals as each one passed. Ava ended up dying a little more on the inside as she kept thinking of Saitama. Several minutes passed, with Ava cooking up even steamier daydreams, before she put her phone next to her on her nightstand, fully laying down on her bed, staring at the ceiling of her room.

"Hmph, Saitama, you jerk… It's not like I'm the only one who thinks about you, right?" Ava said out loud in her room, closing her eyes, dreaming about the man with a dopey face.

Meanwhile: At Fubuki's Home…

Fubuki had never felt this nervous in her life, looking at her phone with a bald man's stupidly cute smile staring right back at her. The call button on her phone looked so tempting, but compared to this, fighting her sister in a psychic battle would've been a cake walk. Fubuki laid in her queen sized bed, surrounded by dark green blankets. It was very late out now, but Fubuki didn't care at all, since Saitama just gave her his phone number for no reason, and she had never felt happier from it. She so desperately wanted to talk to the bald hero, yet her body was playing tricks on her. Everytime her hand got close to pressing the call button, it would be like her fingers would miss on purpose. This had been going on for a good 10 minutes, making Fubuki whine cutely.

"What's gotten into you Fubuki, just call him already!" Fubuki said to herself, sitting up on her bed, now using her telekinesis to force her hand to call Saitama. Her hand was then covered it subtle green hue, now moving towards the call button. It was going to work, up until her other hand let go of the phone involuntarily, preventing her from calling the phone. Her phone bounced harmlessly on the bed, while Fubuki could only stare at her own hands, speechless.

"What's wrong with calling Saitama anyway? It's not like I'm going to say anything weird, or anything, right?" Fubuki tried reasoning to herself, picking up the phone from her bed, her hand close to pressing the call button again. Just when success was close, Fubuki's mind shifted, now thinking about how weird it might look if she were to call Saitama at this hour. This thought made Fubuki put her hand down, while making her fall back onto her bed, a sigh escaping her body.

"You don't even know if he likes you like that, Fubuki… Get a grip, girl." Fubuki said to herself, laying her next to her. She then brought both of her hands to her face, as thoughts Saitama soon entered her mind.

Fubuki imagined herself on the beach, sitting on a folding chair while wearing a bold, dark green two piece, and shades. The sun felt warm on her skin, as she was enjoying a nice beach tan. Just as the sun was getting to her, she sees in the distance a man with a head that shined brighter than the sun itself. With a gasp, Fubuki took off her shades, seeing a Saitama wearing nothing but beach shorts, running right to her, a look of need in his eyes, a look that made her sit in her seat with anticipation. Just as Saitama was closing in on her, she could see him reach for his beach shorts, and started to pull them off…

"Fubuki! Stop this madness! You know damn well Saitama looks good in whatever he wears!" Fubuki thought to herself, only to blush deeply when she thought about that last part. With a sigh, Fubuki then put her phone off to the side, her eyes feeling heavy now.

"Saitama, you stupid man… It's not like I'm the only one to be thinking about you, right?" Fubuki said out loud in a huff, closing her eyes, and dreaming about the man that would run for her to anywhere.

Meanwhile: At Tatsumaki's Apartment…

The little esper sat at her bed, her bedroom a complete mess. With stuffed animals thrown everywhere, along with blankets and pillows strewn about the room, Tatsumaki had never felt this way before. This weird feeling of happiness that made her face glow red, thinking why in the world baldy would give her his phone number for no reason. She then sat up from her bed, and fixed her room with her telekinesis. Animals could be seen flying, while pillows and blankets being put in their proper place. Once she was done fixing her mess, she paced the length of her bedroom, going back and forth, trying to figure out the baldy's action. The large stuffed animals that surrounded her bed weren't helping, as her mind was thinking a million thoughts a minute.

"W-Why did baldy give me his number so easily?! This doesn't mean we're official or anything, r-right?! Yeah, it's not like I l-like him, right?!" Tatsumaki tried to reassure herself, even though she knew that was complete bullshit to think that.

Of course she liked that stupid baldy! After all, it was his fault that she could no longer sleep in any bed without wanting to sleep in his, or on his head! Something about baldy made her feel like she could be herself, and the fact the he had shown any interest in her at all, made Tatsumaki feel all sorts of good inside her. Not to mention that baldy also showed signs of wanting to protect Fubuki, which swooned Tatsumaki even more, along with his incredibly chill personalty. To have half the patience that Saitama showed, would make most ancient monks look like aggressive war veterans. Tatsumaki wouldn't lie to herself, she wanted to be by baldy's side, and for a long time. Just admitting that to herself made her feel both warm on the inside, and apocalyptic on the outside. How dare that baldy just waltz in on her life, making her feel these feelings with such intensity. He had a responsibility as man to make her feel better, damn it! And she will be damned if any other women would lay their hands on him. Tatsumaki then stopped her pacing, and sat back on her bed, looking at her phone with a dopey face's smile looking back at her, making her feel pissed, and happy at the same time.

Yet, even after all of that pep talk, Tatsumaki still found it really hard to call the baldy in the first place. She stared at her phone with a cute pout, her hands trembling slightly as time passed. Sure, it might not be an appropriate time to call him, since it was already 2 in the morning, but she just wanted to hear his voice again. Just being a day away from him made Tatsumaki long for him even more, feeling ecstatic whenever she got to see him, and feeling even happier when she got to ride on his shoulders. Baldy was a first time experience for her, and she wasn't going to have another one like him, so she steeled her nerves, and forced her hand to press the call button. What answered her resolve was her phone being thrown directly in her forehead, and landing on the far side of the bed, her psychic powers working involuntarily against her. Tatsumaki let out cute yelp, her head stinging slightly.

"Grr, c'mon Tats! Just call baldy already, it's not going to kill you or anything!" Tatsumaki shouted to herself, rubbing her forehead slowly, a noticeable red mark on her head. She then picked up her phone from her bed, and began to press the call button, only to feel her phone in her forehead again. Rubbing her forehead once again, Tatsumaki kept at it, hoping that her body would just call baldy at some point.

Tatsumaki kept this up for a couple more times, before a medium-sized lump formed on her forehead, making her cry in a comedic fashion. Rubbing her head slowly, Tatsumaki then thought about the baldy, as her mind was making up the same dream that she would always die from experiencing over and over again. Tatsumaki saw herself in Saitama's room again, standing by his coffee table, like the first time when she was at baldy's room. Although this time, instead of Saitama reaching out for the remote, he would reach out to pick up Tatsumaki, and carry her towards his bed. A healthy blush covered Tatsumaki during all of this, while a manly expression took over Saitama's face. Once they were both laying down, he would then cover the both of them with his bed sheets, Tatsumaki already panting heavily, which Saitama would then proceed to touch her bod-

"That would never happen, Tats! Stop dreaming about this already!" Tatsumaki screamed to herself, already feeling extremely heated from this recurring dream. Seriously, this dream had been plaguing her thoughts after the night she slept at Saitama's, and now, she couldn't help but dream about that moment almost every night.

With a loud sigh, Tatsumaki then put her phone on her night stand, and threw a stuff bear over her head, laying down on her bed, sighing deeply. She then threw the bear off to the far side of her bedroom, looking at the night stand with longing in her eyes.

"Don't get me wrong baldy, It's not like I'm the only who thinks about you, right?" Tatsumaki said out loud with a red face, her eyes finally closing from exhaustion.

The Next Morning: Saitama's Apartment…

"3 voicemails in the same night? And all of them are from the girls too. That's weird, heh." Saitama said out loud in his room, laughing lightly as he was checking his phone. He'll be honest, he was curious as to why the hell the girls left voicemails at such a late time at night, especially for him, of all people. Funny enough, he just got this phone yesterday, an awesome gift from Styles might he add. Saitama never had a phone before, so he decided to share his phone number with everyone he knew. With a shrug, Saitama saved each voicemail, and then proceed to call each girl on his accord.

"It would be kinda rude of me not to answer back…" Saitama reasoned to himself, calling the girls one by one. What he didn't realize was that he was killing the girls from embarrassment.

What's up people? Chicken here, with another chapter! (Although its filler...) Hope you're having a good time, because I'm feeling great! I promise to bring you guys another chapter soon, and that I'll see you all in the next one!