Z-City

6:59 AM UTC

Dawn slowly inched over a metropolitan city. Street lights flickered off, overshadowed by the rising sun's glare. The ambience of cars, disgruntled sighs, and unnaturally chiper news anchors multiplied. Almost in unison, alarm clocks scattered about the city go off in a choir.

One of them is smashed into bits. The wooden floor has a newly opened wound. A piece of broken plastic reflected light from the morning star onto the white ceiling.

A certain bald man stared at that single light. He just woke up, but he did not look tired. He didn't seem particularly interested in the light. His line of sight just happened to fall onto it.

He sat up on his floor mattress and turned to the window on his left. Several white panels and black shadows. The epitome of human civilization, clearly displayed before him. Then he just turned forward.

"Welp," said Saitama. "Time to start my day."

*

Saitama, still in his pjs, walked towards the sink. He had looked forward to enjoying a bowl of Plane Cereal , rich in fiber. Reminiscent of a waterfall, the cereal rattled against the inside of the bowl. Unusually happy, Saitama placed the box on the table and hummed his way to the refrigerator. He grabbed a gallon of milk without looking.

Saitama returned to the table and grabbed a remote. He switched on the TV.

"Goooooooood, morning Z-City!" said a males news anchor with obnoxiously shiny hair and chiseled jaw. "Hope you've packed your raincoats, cause we're looking at one heck of a day! Some may call it… A Wet Wednesday! Bwahahahaha!"

Saitama uncapped the milk and arced it towards the bowl.

He must've had a great breakfast, Saitama thought. The gallon seemed light, but that didn't mean much to him.

A very attractive young woman appeared on the screen. She wore a tight short sleeved pink blouse and a black pencil dress with beige stockings. She had shoulder length navy blue hair, but that was the last thing on anyone's mind.

"Ah, I apologize to some of our viewers," she said. "Bad puns can be washed down with a complete breakfast."

There was a muffled "Huerk?!" offscreen.

Saitama raised the gallon in front of the TV.

"Here, here," he said. Upon doing so, he took a quick glance at the gallon. The reflection of the screen drew attention to white translucent gallon of milk. Normally, the milk itself takes a grayish shade when exposed to light. However…

"N-no way…" Saitama said. "This…this is impossible…"

"I'm, I'm Kanna Benna," continued the young lady. "And here's today's forecast for Z-City…"

Saitama shivered, then dropped to his knees. He stared at the ceiling, face full of distraught for a moment. Then, he flailed his arms towards the air.

"I forgot to buy MIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLK!!!" he said, in utter despair.