Hello all and welcome back! Since you made it this far, I assume you're at least partially interested in my story so thank you. Anyways, this chapter's probably going to seem a little slow to all of you but I swear the next chapter will be a lot more interesting.

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Chapter Two: Boredom

It was nearly 10:30 by the time Tatsumaki woke up. Meaning she had slept nearly 13 hours. And man, she was hungry. She made eggs, scrambled, toast, ham, bacon, and topped it all off with a banana. It never stood a chance.

A solid two minutes of nonstop shoving food into her face as fast and humanly possible, or inhumanly in her case, and her plate was empty. And Tatsumaki was still hungry.

She tore open her fridge in search of anything, anything to eat. She grabbed a two day old tub of ramen, a cold bowl of chicken stew, a half eaten hotpot, and a bowl of rice. Her stomach rumbled loudly and she licked her lips as she slammed the fridge door closed.

It was almost noon now. Tatsumaki laid back in her chair, utterly full. That was more food than she normally consumed in a full week, due to… well… her, you know.

She slammed her fist on the table. She was feeling better, much better than yesterday. She definitely wasn't at 100%, maybe 50%. She took a lot more damage than she'd care to admit in that battle with Psykos and her monster gang.

Tatsumaki's lips curled up into a sneer. What was Fubuki even doing with a person like her? What did she see in her that made her act so rashly? So stupidly? To even think she stood a chance against her? Even at 1%, Tatsumaki could beat Fubuki. She was so weak. She was getting stronger, but she needed those stupid hooligans she had under her protection. Fubuki was weak, and she was associating with those even weaker than her! How did she hope to improve? You don't get stronger by working with those who are below you. You do it by working with those stronger than you. That's why Tatsumaki worked alone. She was the strongest.

Though there was one person stronger than Fubuki in her little group. The baldy. Saitama.

She remembered him from the S-class meeting, where the alien ship destroyed City A. She hadn't thought much of him then. But now…

She couldn't keep him off her mind. For more than one reason. The first was his strength. The sheer speed and power he possessed rivalled that of Darkshine and Flashy Flash combined. And he seemed so nonchalant during their bout. Even apologizing to strangers they inconvenienced as their battle moved across cities. It was so annoying. Why couldn't he just die? Who was he to be so strong?

The second thing that bothered her was the way he resisted her psychokinesis. He was completely unfazed by her use of psychic whirlwind, and on top of that, she couldn't lift him. It was unthinkable. She broke multi-cell sperm, a shit ass name as that was. And golden sperm, well she was way to spent at that point. Even Monster Garou was affected by her psychokinesis. No one could tank her abilities like that.

And finally, his words. He told her that she joined the Hero Association cause she wanted to connect with people. Which is total bullshit. She joined the Hero Association cause she needed the money. She stayed cause it was better than all the other jobs she could have. What was better than this, living without any financial problems, in a house that she owned. How many other 28 year olds could brag that? Very few, she guessed. And well, there was Fubuki. What better way to protect Fubuki from those who might take advantage of her than to be a hero? Tatsumaki was the best. And she proved it.

Then why did his words stick with her so damn stubbornly? She wasn't lonely! She liked being alone! People were annoying. She couldn't stand them. They were all so stupid, so weak, needing people like her to come save them. Her life was fulfilled with the monsters she slew and nothing more. She needed nothing else.

Besides, the baldy was just as lonely. Who did he spend his time with? No one guessed Tatsumaki. He just sat in his dark, empty room and read manga or watched anime or some other loser activity. Who was he to judge her?

Well, there was the Demon Cyborg who always seemed to materialize wherever he was like a sad puppy. And there was Fubuki, who he claimed she was an acquaintance. Ugh, how many people did that stupid egghead infect with his "wordly insight"? The thought disgusted her. What was the octopus headed freak trying to accomplish here? A spot in the S-Class? Not on her life. Even the mentally disturbing perverted freak Puri Puri Prisoner appealed to her better than him.

It was all too much for her at the moment. She couldn't decipher it all. And quite frankly, she didn't want to. Did she actually care about what that bald bastard thought of her? Of course not. He was just another oddball in the hellstorm her life was. She just needed a few days to recover from the exertion she used up recently. Besides, she deserved a break. She had basically single handedly fought the entire Monster Association on her own. The other heroes should be thanking her. She doubted any of the other heroes could have done that. Except for King of course. She saw how he stared down the cadres and Psykos. He was truly a man of strength. But ultimately, he failed to save the kid. Once Black Sperm got his hands on the kid, King retreated, no doubt hoping to lure Black Sperm away. Unfortunately, Black Sperm wasn't a dumb monster. The only other person who could have beat the stupid monster was Blast. His strength and power was unrivalled, even by her. She was to him what Fubuki was to her. If he had been there, he could have killed Black Sperm before he could lay a finger on that child. The Monster Association never would have stood a chance.

She sighed. Why did Blast leave? She supposed he never liked the attention anyway, but why did he abandon them? The world needed Blast. It was too weak to protect itself. She couldn't be everywhere. But maybe it was good he wasn't here. He would be disgusted by the mess the Association had made of itself. Giving up the ideal of heroism in favor of corporate greed. She wasn't stupid. She knew the operatives of the Hero Association were just in it for the cash. That was part of why she hated them so much. Heroes actually got their hands dirty and strove to help people. They just strove to get their hands in piles of cash.

Tatsumaki shuddered suddenly, stopping her train of thought. She turned her head and looked at the door, completely blown in and destroyed. She blushed to herself as she recalled smashing it to pieces instead of just opening it. She figured she would have to get someone to replace it. The wind blew again, a more forceful gush of air this time. She sighed. She couldn't stay here. But where to go…?

A devilish smile broke across her face. She knew exactly where to go.

Tatsumaki bit down into her third candy apple of the day. She savored the crunch as she bit down into it, enjoying the feeling of the juices that rolled down her chin. Damn, she loved candy apples.

She held a bad of them as she walked down the crowded street. There was a festival for whatever reason, in City H. Tatsumaki had on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, with the hood pulled over her head. She didn't want to talk to anyone today, except the apple salesman. But, she enjoyed the noises of the festival. She liked the way it clouded her thoughts.

All she could hear was the excited chatter of children to their parents, and the delighted screeches of the same children as they went on rides.

Tatsumaki was grateful for the distraction. Earlier, she had called someone to repair her door. Then she had immediately after she had flown here. The energy it took to do that was immensely less than it had been the other day. It took very little effort on her part to fly from City J to City H. Tatsumaki felt satisfied by this.

A screech very close to her ear made her flinch. The closeness and high pitchedness told Tatsumaki that a child had dared to enter her personal space. She turned around and looked at the child.

The child was only a few inches shorter than her. It's parents were a few steps behind it. Not paying her any attention. Anger filled Tatsumaki as the child pulled on her clothes.

"Stop that you brat!" Tatsumaki scolded the child, smacking it's hand away from her. It's parents looked at her with a strange expression and the male one grabbed it by the shoulder.

"You two should teach your child how to respect others' personal space," Tatsumaki told them disapprovingly.

"We're sorry, Miss, but you know how children can be," the male parent responded.

"Hmph! And I know how parents should discipline their children," Tatsumaki replied evenly.

Without another word she launched herself into the sky. Ugh, why did people have to be so annoying? She just came to the stupid festival for her favorite snack, and someone has to go and ruin her day. She was ticked off. It made her want to kill something.

But no, she said nothing for the next five days. So that put monster hunting off the menu. What else was there to do?

When Tatsumaki returned home, her door was fixed and there was an invoice on the table. She ignored it for now and jumped onto the couch. She psychically lifted the remote and started flipping through channels. But there was nothing on. Tatsumaki turned off the TV and laid back on the couch. She was so bored. How did people live like this? She rolled over to the side and looked at the kitchen.

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. Nearly everyday, Tatsumaki ordered some kind of takeout or fast food for dinner. She never really ate anything good. She was too busy to care what food she put in her stomach, as long as it was food. But now that she had the time, why not try baking?

Tatsumaki floated up from the couch and flew over to her kitchen. It was fairly simple, as she hadn't seen a purpose for going overboard on things she wouldn't use often. It had the basics, mostly housewarming gifts from Fubuki when she bought it two years ago. Fubuki knew what Tatsumaki was like, and gave her things that wouldn't go bad quickly, like spices, and flour and baking powder. Stuff that she could fill her would-be-empty cabinets with so that everything didn't feel so bare.

A lone cookbook sat untouched on a shelf under the island in her kitchen. Tatsumaki summoned it to her and caught it in her hands. She blew on it, sending dust into the air. She caught it with her psychokinesis and put it in the garbage bin. She wouldn't have her house being messy.

Tatsumaki flipped through the cookbook until she found an interesting thing she could probably make. Finally she found something.

By sunset, Tatsumaki had baked everything in the cookbook. There was no more room on the island, or the counter, so she had to put some of her dishes on the floor. She had made everything, from peach cobbler to beef curry to chocolate carrot cake.

Looking around, Tatsumaki sighed. Well that was lame. Also what the fuck am I supposed to do with this now? Have a bake sale? No way all this is fitting in my fridge.

Tatsumaki decided to just leave everything where it was, with some cellophane on it. The stuff on the floor was mashed in the fridge.

Tatsumaki threw herself on the couch. She was so bored. What a waste of time. It would have been better spent killing monsters. But she yelled at Bearded Worker. Her pride refused to allow her to hunt monsters. Even though it would be so much better than being here…

Tatsumaki groaned. It's only been one day. You can't be this bored already. You're the top hero! You won't be beaten by some stupid human emotion!

Tatsumaki rose off the couch with newfound determination to not go and kill monsters. One day down. Four more to go.