Vera shifted her feet, her hand hesitantly resting mid-air in front of the door.
She had tracked down the supposed fraud's house, with the help of her sources.
However, she hadn't expected him to live in this deserted part of Z-City. Vera had to keep checking behind her to make sure no monster was lurking.
With a self-reassuring squeeze of her precious black notebook, Vera began to knock on the door.
As soon as her knuckles made contact, the door swung open and revealed the handsome S-Class known as Demon Cyborg, otherwise known as Genos.
Vera blinked in surprise, before giving the hero a rehearsed, pleasant smile.
"Hello! My name is Vera and I am here to speak to the hero Caped Baldy."
The cyborg apparently was not one for happy greetings, or greetings in general, and stood stone-still, towering over her short figure. His mouth was set in a menacing line and his golden eyes bore at her harshly.
Gulping, Vera decided she would avoid him as much as possible in the future. She could see why his hero name was Demon Cyborg.
Her fingernails scratched the corner of her notebook nervously as she awaited his response.
"Genos? Who's there?" A voice came within the apartment, and Vera peered around the cyborg to get a better view.
A bald man wearing very casual clothes, making Vera self-conscious of her over the top expensive dress pants and blouse, appeared.
Not giving Genos a chance to respond, she quickly introduced herself once again.
"Hello there! My name is Vera and I wish to speak with the hero, Caped Baldy. You are him, correct?"
The bald man nodded, confirming Vera's assumption, slightly pushing Genos behind him and standing in the doorway. Genos eyes never stopped staring from behind Caped Baldy's shoulder. Vera shivered.
"Yeah, but just call me Saitama."
She nodded.
"What do you want?"
Vera knew once she spilled she was a journalist most would slam their doors with an impolite "no."
But seeing how unknown this hero was and the area in which he lived, Vera decided telling him her profession would be the best approach.
"I'm a journalist, and I would like to ask you some questions regarding your occupation as a hero. It will not take long at all," she said, clasping her hands together.
The black-haired woman's smile faltered for a second as thoughts whirred in her mind. Her approach was too short and curt. She would have to change the script later. Her smile returned.
"I'm a big fan, if I may add." That was a lie of course.
His mouth opened slightly, leaving Vera with a small feeling of smugness at her on-spot revisions to her script.
"Ah, sure. Come in."
Genos flattened against the wall inside, his gaze never wavering, and let the pair pass. She heard the soft clink! of the door behind her.
The apartment was small then she thought, her own bathroom was bigger than this! Granted she had quite a large pay check.
She sat down on a cushion across from a coffee table filled with comics and empty wrappers of junk food.
Saitama, sitting also, swept the items carelessly on to the floor. Vera's eye twitched at his disorganization.
Noticing Genos standing in the door frame of what she presumed to be the kitchen, she realized with an S-Class at a C-Class's house, something important had to be going on.
"I hope I'm not interrupting something."
Saitama shook his head, "No. Genos is always here."
Vera raised an eyebrow quizzically but decided not to push the matter.
Setting her notebook on the table she flipped through the pages attempting to find one that wasn't covered in past interview notes, ideas, scribbles, or introduction scripts.
Landing on a slightly crumpled, but blank page, she clicked her ballpoint pen and switched on the microphone clipped to her white blouse.
Instantly, she began firing off questions that ranged from his age or favorite hobby to why he became a hero and his recent encounters of monsters.
She asked him his opinion on the recent up rise of monster encounters and the strongest monster he has fought.
But no matter how intricate or demanding her questions were, his response was either a yes or no, and if she was lucky, a concise, simple sentence.
"And for the final question, are you a fraud?" She searched his face, awaiting his response and eager to see if he was lying when he answered.
"No."
Vera almost snapped the pen in half at the curt answer. He didn't lie.
Genos shifted, still standing in the door frame, it was obvious he wanted her to leave.
Ignoring him, she sighed, clicked her pen and closed her notebook. The interview ended with her switching off her microphone.
Her eyes narrowed as Saitama picked his nose.
She could tell by the way he said no at her question of him being a fraud, he was telling the truth. But why and how did this imbecile become so strong? She had watched the video a witness had taken with their phone of him defeating the Sea King. The other heroes, Genos included, had not weakened the monster. An S-Class had failed against the beast, so how on Earth did he kill the thing with a single, nonchalant punch? Her teeth mashed together as he flicked the finding to the side.
"By the way," she said slyly, "has anyone else interviewed you yet?"
She knew once others knew of his power, he would be swarmed with other journalists and news reporters. She was lucky her instincts were as sharp as a knife and had hurried to find his location.
Regaining her composure, she reached in her designer leather purse and pulled out a large wad of money and slammed it on the table. Genos stiffened at the sudden movement, and Saitama stayed as unaffected as ever.
She extended her hand. "In that case, if I give you this money, refuse any other interview offers. Deal?"
Saitama's eyes flicked to the money, and then back to her outstretched hand.
Shaking her hand, he didn't hesitate when saying "deal."
"Ah, I forgot to mention a part of the deal." Saitama raised an eyebrow. "I will be moving in to observe you and write a fabulous, award winning report on you. 'Kay?"
"Huh!?"