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Chapter 3: Fading Boundaries
Sparked Interests
[Quick A/N ~ (Hello guys, just wanted to apologize for the long wait, real life tends to get in the way of things. Any who, hope you'll enjoy the chapter!) ~ ]
On a television display outside a storefront…
Outside a storefront in city A, we see a group of civilians huddling around the tv display window. What was being broadcasted was the daily news, and with it, some sensational news coverage. Blaring loudly, the television presented two newscasters, both of them flashing camera worthy smiles.
"Now that was exciting to see, wasn't it, Chisoe-san?" A male reporter stated in a confident tone.
"It sure was Harashi-san! Who knew that the A-Class hero Death Gatling was a huge fan of the new hit idol group *Monster-Girls-Love!*, who are taking the country by storm! And... Oh, I almost forgot, don't forget to nab some of their tickets today for their upcoming concert this summer!" A female reporter said with a toothy smile.
From the group of civilians, a number of sighs were heard among them.
"Ugh, can they get on with it? I don't care about some stupid idol group." A nameless civilian said, who was immediately backed up by a few others.
"Tch, You got a lot of nerve to say that to *Monster-Girls-Love!*, they're the best idol group in the country!" A lone, heavy-set fan of the idol group said, his headband and t-shirt drenched heavily with deep sweat stains. He was then immediately met with a wave of negative responses.
"Bro, that's the lamest shirt I've ever seen. What a fucking loser, man..." A nameless teenager mumbled out loud, getting a few chuckles for his comment.
"I heard that you little shit!" The fan said, ready to kick the teenager's ass.
"Oh yeah? Bring it on, you fat bastard of an otaku!" The teenager shouted back.
But before a small fight could break out, the tv blared to life again, showing footage of today's hot scoop. That being Saitama's effortless win over a Demon Level Threat alligator. It was rampaging all over city R, but like every threat he's faced so far, Saitama blew it away in a single punch. Sure, the corpse of said monster destroyed a couple of buildings as collateral, but Saitama always left that part of the hero business to the logistical side of things.
Upon hearing the story, everyone got animated again, ready for more of Saitama exploits. And man oh man, did the new deliver. Everyone watching the TV cheered, happy to see the bald wonder dominate that no-name monster. They couldn't get enough of him, wanting to get their fix on the newest announced S-Class hero, Saitama! Although
he was formerly known as the Caped Baldy, he was given a more fitting title ever since his promotion.
~ Tsuyoi: The Hero of Strength! ~
These little gatherings have been happening ever since Saitama's promotion, a testament to his newfound fame. It had been more than three months since he was a newly appointed S-Class hero, and Saitama had fit right in. At first, the general public were incredibly hesitant of his promotion, considering all the negative rumors that had followed him prior. But after watching him obliterate several Demon Level Threats in one punch, on a live broadcast no less, over two thirds of the general public instantly fell in love with him. The other one third still believes he's faking his monstrous strength, but a majority of people knew Saitama wasn't a fake, not anymore. There was also the fact he was very efficient in his way of dealing with monsters. In fact, he was so efficient, Saitama had made a noticeable drop in monster sightings in just one week of his promotion. It was the way he engaged in most monster encounters that made people love him. Always wearing a dopey smile, and a somewhat dopey expression, Saitama had managed to worm his way into the hearts of the public.
And to add insult to injury, it turned out having a dopey guy like Saitama was great for marketing. Contrary to what almost all of the H.A. higher-ups thought to be a mistake for having such a lame ass hero join the S-Class, Saitama's popularity rivaled that of Sweet Mask's, and even Tatsumaki's. His laid back, easygoing demeanor made him incredibly likable among the general public, apart from the other S-Class heroes. Not to mention, he was a huge hit with the kids. He was also extremely approachable, another stark difference from the other S-Class heroes. Matter of fact, Saitama was once seen with a family of 5 in a food court, happily taking pictures with them and their kids.
In the somewhat short amount of time that has passed from his promotion, Saitama had made himself a staple hero within the Hero Association. It was a feat that all of the S-Class had celebrated, for if any one of them deserved that title, it would have to be Saitama. After all, it was also Saitama that had made all the S-Class grow closer to each other. Being the bridge that connected each of them to one another, Saitama had effectively, and quite forcibly, made everyone finally aware of each other.
Metal Knight and Professor Bofoi had managed to work out their differences because of Saitama. As for King, he was now on a workout regime with every S-Class hero, in the hopes that he may live up to his title. Child Emperor was able to bond with Bad, since Saitama said Bad was surprisingly cool if you took the time to understand him. Flashy Flash and Kamikazee were able to be on better terms, while Tanktop Master and PP-Pri. workout together now because of Saitama. Even Tatsumaki was finally able to befriend the other heroes, something that never could have happened before Saitama appeared. He truly was the catalyst of so much change, a man that had grown to be special to everyone in such a short amount of time. But with Saitama being what he was, he always says that he didn't really do much, which would always be met with a slap to the back of his head, no doubt.
However, Saitama would find himself beset by a new problem, one that has him completely stumped.
In the Bedroom of a certain S-Class Hero…
"I don't get why you want me to do this for you. I'm sure there are other guys that can do this better than I can…" Saitama said with hesitation.
"Can you just get on with it already! I've been waiting for over 10 minutes now! If you didn't want to do this, you shouldn't have given me the chance to ask you in the first place. Either you get your ass in gear, or I'm gonna make you do it myself!" Six yelled in frustration, annoyed Saitama was being such a pansy.
"But what if I hurt you..?" Saitama asked softly, making his way over to Six's side.
"You got a lot of balls to think you can hurt me dude. Now man up and do what I asked you to do already!" Six shouted cutely, making Saitama sigh to himself.
With gentle hands, and a few spurts of body oil, Saitama went to work with the task at hand, that being a full back massage for Six. A reward she earned from him after thoroughly kicking his ass in one of their many shooting competitions they've had in the past week. Though Saitama only mentioned it in a joking manner, Six made sure he made good on his promise. And now, just a few days later, Saitama found himself in Six's bedroom, and a bare naked Six laying down in front of him on her stomach.
Her room was interesting, to say the least. It was gray all over, something Saitama found out to be Six's favorite color over their time as friends. Her room consisted of a fully outfitted gun rack, a machining area for bullet making, a modest computer, a big bed, a few stuffed animals, and a fully tended bonsai plant. It definitely screamed Six if you knew her.
But right now, Saitama had to do his best to make sure Six was enjoying her massage. And judging by the deep moans she gave off, it meant he was doing something right. With deep, strong strokes, Saitama focused on his task, while Six was heavily enjoying how nice the massage felt. She knew Saitama would be good at this type of thing, but she didn't know he'd be this good. But as she was falling deeper into Saitama's hands, he stopped. Opening her eyes immediately at the loss of his warmth, Six looked to see Saitama sitting down on her bed, reading some manga silently next to her. With a visible tick mark on her head, she immediately swatted his manga out of his hand.
"Dude! Why the hell did you stop?!" Six yelled, making Saitama look at her with a slightly annoyed expression.
"First off, not cool. Second, I've been at this massaging thing for over an hour already. If you want me to keep going, gimme a 5 minute break." Saitama said matter-of-factly, picking up the manga from the bed.
"Dude, you gotta be kidding me! What do you mean an hour's passed already?! There's no way… Dude! That felt way too quick for an hour!" Six whined at Saitama, with said man simply pulling out his phone to show her the time of day.
Six was at a loss for words. Seeing the clock before her meant that an hour really did pass by. It's simply the fact that Saitama was just that good at massaging. Pouting cutely, Six whined for Saitama's attention, begging him to keep massaging her.
"Dude, you gotta keep massaging me! Your hands feel so good! C'mon dude, just keep doing it for me, please?" Six whined cutely, only to be met with a dopey face that was buried deep in manga cover.
Saitama's only response was him simply raising his hand towards her, all five of his fingers fanning out.
"5 minute break. I'll massage you again after 5 minutes, so shut up and relax already. Do some stretching, or whatever." Saitama answered easily, putting his attention to his manga again.
Six merely huffed at his response, cutely whining for the next 5 minutes for Saitama's strong hands. She even resorted to playful grabbing his arms, hoping it would have some effect on him. With a sigh, and being highly annoyed, Saitama put his manga down a few minutes later, and began massaging Six's back again. He was answered by a deep, sensual moan from the woman, quickly followed by a satisfied hum. Grunting at her noises, Saitama just focused on massaging the woman before him, shaking his head softly as Six slowly drifted off to sleep. After hearing her light snoring, Saitama placed a blanket on her, and left her room to relax in her living room. Sitting down on her couch, Saitama placed a hand on his face, sighing deeply as one question echoed through his mind…
What's up with all the girls lately..?
For the past month and a half, that question buzzed through Saitama's head. Things like Six's situation have been occurring in Saitama's life as of recently. And strangely enough, it was literally only the girls in his life that have been involved in such situations. None of his guy friends were doing any of this weird shit to him, so what gives? We're they pulling a prank on him or something?
At first, it was just them being super friendly to him. Things like complimenting his looks, to admiring his character. Hell, the moment he heard Tatsumaki compliment anything about him made him do a spit take the first time he heard her say it. Then, it escalated to them being a little more ~handsy~ with him, for lack of a better word. They would hug him any chance they got, wrap their arm around his, nuzzle their faces deep into his body or neck, or just generally be with him whenever they got the chance. Even Watchdog Woman pawed at his crotch a few times now that he thought about it. But now, it's finally escalated into them straight up doing shit to him that would fall heavily under girlfriend territory.
Things like asking for back massages, foot rubs, small kisses to the cheek, for G.O.D.s sake, they were even laying down on him whenever he was just relaxing on a couch or bed now. Though he didn't mind this kind of treatment, Saitama found it difficult to interact with them sometimes. Should he be more flirtatious with them? Or does he ignore it and act like he usually does? These questions have been looming over Saitama's mind for the better part of a month now, and the answers to them have not been readily apparent yet.
Sighing deeply, Saitama reflected on certain events in the past month. With a shake off his head, he eyes lit up, remembering a few chance encounters that happened to him. And all of them involved the women in his life.
Several Weeks Ago: Garou…
Saitama could be seen walking back to his apartment, both of his hands comically loaded with bags of groceries. Just by the way he walked was a sign that he made a good haul at the supermarket today. Being S-Class had its perks, one of them being a 95% discount in every storefront in any H.A. city. Such a discount made almost everything practically free for Saitama, his morals and self control the only thing stopping him from making any frivolous, or destructive spending. Saitama was genuinely happy at this moment. But in typical OPM fashion, his good mood would always take a turn for the worse.
Just a few feet away from him, a plume of dust and smoke erupted in front of him. Saitama's face instantly turned panicked, as his bags of groceries shook violently in his hands. A small crater formed, as a tall, muscular, and womanly figure formed itself within the smoke.
"Heh heh heh! Finally… FINALLY! I finally get a chance to kick your ass again, Saitama!" A cute, but sinister giggle came from the figure, a visible, menacing aura around them.
"Oi! Watch where you're landing! You almost blew away my groceries!" Saitama yelled towards the figure, not giving the slightest care in the world about them.
"Hah?! I don't give a fuck about your groceries, Baldy! C'mon and fight me already!" The figure yelled defiantly, pointing directly towards Saitama as they shouted. This instantly pissed off Saitama, the grip around his groceries bags tightening.
"Huh?! Who the hell do you think you are, asshole?! Calling me Baldy like it's the easiest thing to say… Get the hell outta the way, or I'm gonna punch you!" Saitama shouted back, his good mood completely gone.
"Don't fuck with me Baldy! Fine… If you're not gonna make the first move, then I will!" The figure proclaimed, lunging out of the smoke to reveal Garou running at full cylinders.
From what little time Saitama had to register Garou's presence, he saw that she was wearing her trademark black long sleeved shirt. Only this time, it seemed to hug her figure a bit tighter, her built physique now more defined, while the small mounds on her chest were now visible. She wore an intense expression, the large scar on her face adding to her ferocity, while her hair stood defiantly in the wind. She still wore those ridiculous skin tight white leggings, making her thighs and ass look as if they were burst out of them. And to top it off, she aimed her foot directly at Saitama's groceries.
"The fuc—?" Was all Saitama could blurt out, before feeling his left hand go slack.
Looking at his left hand with wide eyes, he saw that Garou had cut the handles of the plastic bags with a kick, causing them to comically fall down to the ground next to him. Before he could even utter a sentence, he then felt his right hand go slack, Garou repeating her antics to his right side. Launching herself in front of Saitama, she readied herself, prepared for Saitama's next move.
But after seeing Saitama's figure, Garou's instincts screamed at her to create more distance. Grunting loudly, Garou jumped backwards, her big thighs working overtime to create as much distance as possible from Saitama. A moment later, a massive crater formed before her, with a huge fist impression being left behind. Landing more than 15 meters away, Garou gulped hard, a drop of sweat dripping from the side of her head. One look from the crater made by Saitama made her quiver a bit. Yup, Saitama was still packing that stupid strong power of his.
But before Garou could even think, Saitama was already behind her, his eyes white with rage.
"Pissed Off Moves: Pissed Off Series…" Saitama whispered softly with silent rage, his hand raring to go. Garou was about to jump again, but Saitama wasn't going to have any of it.
"Pissed Off Slap!" Saitama roared, his voice thundering Garou's core. What came next was Saitama unleashing all of his frustration onto the poor woman.
With righteous fury, Saitama let loose a heinous slap at Garou's ass, his hand fully embedding itself into her thickness. The shockwave that came off from the impact shattered all the glass in a ten mile radius. A moment later, Garou let out a painful shout, before crumpling where she stood. In one slap, Garou was soundly defeated, her ass completely out of commission. After his attack, Saitama just stood in front of her, his eyes still whited out from anger.
Garou whimpered cutely on the ground, her ass ruined and hot to the touch. She couldn't stand back up from how hard Saitama had slapped her. Try as she might, it felt as if the very power in her body just up and left her, right then and there.
"Owww…" Garou whimpered cutely, rubbing her ass softly.
"Good, maybe now you'll think twice before making a move on me." Saitama said sternly, his eyes returning back to normal.
"All I wanted was a good fight, Saitama..!" Garou whined, still on the ground, helpless in front of Saitama.
"Good fight my ass! Garou, you completely ruined my groceries! It took me 2 hours to pick all of that out, you know! Now all of it is on the ground, out of its wraps, and full of dirt and shit!" Saitama shouted, his teeth gritted.
"It's your fault for having bad timing!" Garou shouted, trying her best to defend her actions. Though laying flat on the ground with your ass up doesn't really help a person's image.
"Dude! The fuck you mean bad timing?! This is the 5th time this week you've jumped me! Why the hell do you keep coming after me, Garou?!" Saitama shouted with comical, bulging eyes, his face looking at Garou incredulously.
Garou couldn't say anything back, so she merely looked away from Saitama. A cute, embarrassed expression on her face meant that he was right, she didn't have an answer. At least, not an answer she was willing to cough up. Her mind would go back to that day Saitama had left an impression on her. One that ended up with him stealing both her peace of mind, and maiden heart.
A Mini Garou Flashback…
After all the events that had happened, what with her being a monster, and ultimately, one of G.O.D.s avatars, Garou made a complete turn around for good. The first step towards that goal was the old geezer taking her back, and finally training her to be a worthy successor. The next was apologizing to Tareo, and everyone else that she had impacted, promising them that she'll be a monster that does only good from now on. Although everyone thought she was crazy for saying this, Garou held firm to this idea.
She still hated the idea of heroes, and how hypocritical most of them were, but Saitama's words rang true to both her heart and mind. Try as she might, all the evil deeds she did was to help those in need in the end, she just never admitted to it. But Garou realized after her defeat from Saitama, that she could use her absolute evil to help others. She could be the cool, badass monster that beats the crap out of lame, corrupted ass heroes and monsters alike! But to achieve that goal, she would have to take the last step in her reformation.
Garou mentioned to the old geezer that she wouldn't feel truly satisfied with how things turned out, not until she achieved this one last step in her reform. And that step was perfecting her technique, to finalize her fist. She stated that in order to perfect her technique, she would have to fight certain people one more time. For her, she felt like if she battled them, it would be the trigger to make her fist finally feel complete. With a happy hum, Bang went to work to make that last step happen. He decided that the fights would take place at his dojo, and that Garou and her opponents fight in a specialized ring. She agreed, and Bang went off to secure the other fighters. He had managed to get the fights approved by all the people that Garou wished to throw hands with again. All except for Blast, whose only response was a friendly No Thanks in letter form, very Blast-like indeed.
Once the day came for her to fight, Garou managed to defeat both Flashy Flash and Master Bomb relatively easily, both a warm up for what was to come. Next came the old geezer, the man she thought of as a father figure, the only man she came to respect as an elder. Their fight lasted for an entire day, with neither backing away from each other. Punches were parried, kicks were redirected, bruises were taken, and pain was given freely between the two of them as the fight went on. Through their heartfelt battle, each martial artist conveyed their true emotions of each other, tears of appreciation and pride being shed between them without shame.
It was a stalemate for the longest time, before Bang's body finally gave out. With a busted up face, and satisfied sigh, Bang fell to the ground with the biggest grin on his face. He felt nothing but pride right then and there, content from the fact that his true pupil/successor was one step closer to achieving her own mastery. Emerging the victor with teary eyes, and a heartfelt yell of appreciation to the old geezer, Garou felt like she was a just step away from perfecting her style, her fist.
Although she came a long way, the last hurdle before her would be the hardest to overcome. With a deep breath, Garou steeled herself, mentally preparing for the last fight. It took her three whole days to rest and prepare, already knowing that the weird bald guy, Saitama, wouldn't make it easy for her.
The day came in no time at all, and she was greeted with a dopey looking Saitama, wearing his usual hero outfit. He would go on to congratulate her for her win against Bang, a man who he thought of as a good friend. Garou blushed at his casual demeanor, but quickly regained her focus. Off in the distance, Bang sat high on a tree, comically covered in bandages. He was very interested in the outcome of the fight, his mustache twitching in excitement. Would his pupil finally achieve her fist? Or will young Saitama prove to be too much for her still? Questions that will surely be answered by the end of this fight. With a deep inhale, Garou readied her fists, taunting Saitama into throwing the first move. However, he only stood his ground, undaunted, indomitable. Realizing he wouldn't fall for such obvious taunts, Garou sprung into action, unleashing her new fist at Saitama, who took everything she had in her.
With wide eyes, Garou realized early on in the fight that she couldn't limit herself to only one fist, it just didn't suit her needs or personality. So instead, she came up with a hundred different fists and techniques on the spot. To most martial artists, they would all consider this act impossible, ludicrous even. But for Garou, it was merely a Tuesday afternoon for her. Her innate genius, and prodigal talent in martial arts allowed her to do this act of G.O.D. All of the new techniques she thought up were inspired by other techniques she's copied, stolen, and learned over her life as a human, and as a monster. Determined to change for the better, Garou was ready to use all of her techniques to finally defeat Saitama, the man that stood in her way of maturity.
From her large arsenal of attacks, she chose one she felt was warranted for this fight. A constant stream of well aimed jabs, punches, and kicks to the body and face flew at Saitama, Garou's entire being melding with the air itself as she fought. Her fists and feet ran the entirety of his body, like a rush of air gouging at a cliff face. This attack was meant to disable opponents, while hindering their motor functions. To a normal person, this attack would have rendered them completely immobilized for at least a week, by Garou's own estimations. It was a technique she came up with after fighting so many people that sped around her. She called it:
Fist of 100 Trials: Halting the Horizon!
She felt Saitama move a bit under her attack, a sure fire sign it was doing something. This made Garou fist bump internally, feeling she was finally going to kick his ass for all the things he did to her. At least, that was what she thought was going to happen. But Saitama had other plans, as he began blowing away technique after technique Garou threw at him, with but a simple punch or kick. By the 80th fist technique she threw at him, Garou was beyond exhausted, while Saitama merely smiled his dopey smile at her.
He mentioned how impressed he was, amazed even, seeing how much she had progressed since their last meeting. He also said that she had gotten a lot stronger and cooler, which made Garou blush even harder, despite feeling so tired. No man, not even the old geezer, complimented her looks before, but hearing Saitama praising her now felt weird, the good kind of weird.
However, the fight was still on, and she wouldn't want to lose at such a critical time. With a wild shake of her head, Garou focused all her attention at Saitama once more, her resolve to change driving her forward. With renewed purpose, Garou threw technique after technique at Saitama, hoping one of them would be the one to defeat him. The end came however once Garou threw out the 87th technique, she called it:
Fist of 100 Trials: The Path to Hell!
An attack that heavily resembled the one she used during her monsterfication state. It had the power to upheave an entire city, and slam it all the way to the ocean. It relied on her total focus, otherwise she'd start to revert to her monster form. A surrounding area of over 100 miles wide began to vibrate violently, Saitama noticing the very mountains in the distance starting to crumble. Deciding it was time to finally put a stop to the fight, Saitama took a deep breath. Then, with hurried steps and a calm demeanor, Saitama got into position.
Form-Based Moves: Form-Based Series…
Saitama spoke clearly, the area around him and Garou breaking apart from her technique. Garou was about to unleash hell, but was stopped by a single sentence.
Form-Based Punch!
Saitama let out a punch based on Bang's form, making the old man smirk to himself as he watched from on high. What came forth was a wave of incalculable force that slammed right into Garou's attack. The two waves of power collided, canceling each other out, but not before letting out a massive sound wave. Everything in a 500 mile radius rattled all the way to its foundations. From buildings to mountains, to even living creatures, people and animals alike. The force of the sound wave caused everything to standstill, like time itself stopped in awe of the spectacle of their clash.
Garou only stood there, watching with a calm mind at Saitama, who made his way over to her. Her attack was completely blown away, but weirdly enough, she was at peace. The fact she could throw an attack that can stand toe to toe with one of Saitama's gave her a peace of mind. She HAD gotten stronger, and that was enough, at least for now. As for Saitama, he finally made his way towards Garou, who just stood before him with a content smile on her face. Any anger and contempt she held finally disappeared, which revealed a very beautiful woman underneath all that anger and angst.
Saitama noticed it right away, smiling to himself. He told Garou that it was a nice fight, and that she should be proud that she had gotten so strong. Garou blushed at his praise, not knowing what to say. Saitama then went ahead and said she looked really pretty when she smiled, which made Garou blush even harder. Saitama would then walk away, but not before placing a hand on her shoulder. Garou shuddered heavily under his touch, but was left speechless when she saw Saitama flash her a genuine smile, destroying any snappy comeback Garou had prepared for him. With a handsome chuckle, Saitama praised Garou even further, while also mentioning how pretty she looked again, easily melting the poor woman's mind.
After he was done talking, Saitama made his way home, giving a small wave to her as he walked. He would then call out loud that she could fight him anytime she wanted, more than ready to accept her fist at any given chance. Garou in the meantime was trying her best to suppress a heart attack, her mind ablaze with thoughts, while her emotions were completely out of control.
Somehow, some way, Saitama had effectively stolen both Garou's heart and mind at that moment. What with his constant praise, and his genuine care for her made Garou feel things she's never felt before. Sure, she had gotten the odd compliment once or twice in her life, but hearing it from someone so strong, and by her own subconscious admission, handsome; It lit a fire in her that she had never felt before. And to make matters worse, him saying that she was welcome to fight him any time was akin to him saying ~Come and get me!~
That thought immediately made Garou slap the side of her head. No way she, of all people, would have these thoughts. But as she watched Saitama's retreating form, something clicked in Garou's mind. If Saitama was the last step in her reformation, then she will do what it takes to conquer him, either through battle, or by ways of the heart. With a healthy blush on her face, and taking on a chibi form, Garou decided that she would beat Saitama, one way or another. She had to, for how else would she prove herself worthy of turning over a new leaf, or having him as a boyfriend? With newfound resolve, Garou bowed deeply towards Saitama's direction, thankful he was the one that defeated her in the end; The one that made her want to be a better monster, and a better person.
Bang watched all of this unfold before him, not believing what he was seeing. His pupil was starting to learn the ways of the heart, and young Saitama was the focus! With a hearty chuckle, Bang not only gave his blessing to young Saitama, but greatly encouraged it. For Bang, Garou was the closest thing he'd ever had to a daughter, and he knew full well that young Saitama was a man that earned his right to be with her. Bang silently prayed for Garou's success in love, making a certain bald man sneeze off somewhere in the distance.
End of the Mini Flashback…
Garou only pouted towards Saitama, determined to not tell him about her goal of conquering him. Saitama in the meantime only let out a tired sigh, frustrated to no end. Having gotten used to this type of behavior before from a certain esper, Saitama knew that it was next to impossible to get anything out of a woman acting like this. The only way to get them out of this funk was to let them have their way, annoying as it was. Shaking his head, Saitama relented, eager to get on with his day.
"Alright, alright. Look, if it'll make you stop attacking me outta the blue, I'll have a proper fight with you next week, just us." Saitama sighed tiredly, ready to move on from all of this nonsense.
"Really?! Err—, I mean, cool, whatever. If you're gonna beg me that much, I guess I can wait until next week, or something." Garou tried to speak nonchalantly, but failed miserably at it, her healthy blush outing her immediately.
Saitama just stared at her, his left eye twitching comically at her response. But ever the easygoing guy, Saitama agreed, and helped Garou back to her feet. Now back in a standing position, Garou immediately slumped back down to the ground, her legs too worn out to stand up straight. Looking up at Saitama with a look he had never seen on her before, Garou meekly asked if he could carry her back to the old geezer's dojo, considering she couldn't move for a while. Saitama easily said yes, since he did just slap the shit out of her. He then picked her up bridal style, and carried her all the way to Bang's dojo.
During the entire trip back to the dojo, Garou remained quiet, too immersed in Saitama's embrace. She simply couldn't get enough of how safe and secure she felt in his arms. She was always strong and tough, but to be able to let your guard down around someone you know who can protect you was a feeling alien to Garou. A feeling that felt absurdly comforting if she could put words to it. It was there that Garou finally decided to make Saitama hers, and she would be damned if she would let any other woman get their hands on her man to be.
Saitama all the while just hummed a commercial jingle in his head, not realizing the woman in his arms was dead set on capturing his heart.
Once they got to the dojo, Garou regained enough strength to stand back on her feet, though the noticeable limp made Saitama feel a little guilty about it. Garou's only response was that it was her fault for not dodging the attack in the first place, ensuring Saitama that everything was cool between them. With a nod, Saitama just waved at her, before making his way out. But as he was going out, Garou walked up to him, and gave him a little peck on the cheek, saying that they should meet up again soon. Saitama didn't think anything more about the gesture other than it being something that friends do, so he just went along with it. He wished her a goodnight, and went along his way back home afterwards, his mind cleared of any frustrations Garou gave him earlier that day. Garou all the while was blushing to no end, not believing she just kissed a guy for the first time in her life.
A Few Weeks Ago: Watchdog Woman…
Sitting comfortably on his couch, Saitama could be seen playing video games at his apartment. It was a rare day off for him, which meant he could finally bum off in his living room. The recent hero work was high paying, and rewarding in itself, but to be called on so many monster cases leaves a man ragged and tired. So today was a chance to let off some steam, and what better way than to play some video games?
Feeling particularly eager, Saitama was going to use this day off to finally put in some progress in a video game called: Quests of The Dragons XII. Knowing from the other installments of the game, Saitama had to put it off for a whole week, considering the ungodly time sync a person would have to put towards it. Luckily enough, Saitama was accompanied by his pet/lackey, or whatever the hell it called itself, who was playing right alongside him. Both of them were getting pretty into the game, the story and gameplay of it appealing to their tastes. All the while, Saitama's dog, Rover, was lazily lying down on his lap, yawning softly at the tv.
After everything that's happened, Saitama decided to keep both monsters. Although he didn't want to admit it, both of them had grown on him. Rover might be a monster dog equipped with a mega beam, but he was incredibly loyal to Saitama, and a good boy through and through. Not to mention he was really strong when the situation called for some action. The other one, Black Sperm, was also pretty funny once Saitama and him got used to each other. He'd made Saitama laugh from time to time from his dry humor, while Black Sperm took a liking to Saitama's laid back demeanor. They also found out they both had a clear dislike for the H.A. and most of its practices.
All three of them bonded over the course of a year, and pretty soon, both Rover and Black Sperm had found their place in life, that being in a bald guy's apartment, mooching off his food and living space. Sure, it sounded weird on paper, but both monsters had come to welcome Saitama's company, and would come to protect him in the end. The same goes for Saitama, who would do the same for them, since he considered them his friends.
But like all friends, they all have their moments. Like right now, with Black Sperm bitching to Saitama about grinding in the game, and Rover annoying the shit out of him every other minute.
"Hey Boss, we're running low on money and supplies. How 'bout we grind a little in the floating islands area to make some spending money? While we're at it, we could also get in some nice item drops." Black Sperm suggested as he was waiting for his turn to make a move.
"No, we're just about to meet the boss. Let's take care of that before we go back to grinding." Saitama stated, throwing a move that did decent damage to the enemy encounter.
"Bark Woof!/Pet me!" Rover barked eagerly, pawing Saitama's controller.
"Oi, stop it Rover. I gave you enough pets to give you a bald spot by now." Saitama told Rover, gently rustling him on his lap. Rover only whined, his need for pets at an all time high.
"Hell no, we need money to stock up on shit. We've been low on everything since the last mini boss encounter." Black Sperm said as he threw out his own move, finally wiping out the enemy encounter. The victory screen popped up, showing the loot and xp they just earned.
"Dude, we don't need that many items to begin with. Doesn't our healer and mage make up for the difference in our party?" Saitama asked, quickly skipping the victory animations of their characters.
"Bark Awoo!/C'mon Master!" Rover cutely whined, rolling cutely on Saitama's lap. This made him sigh to himself, wondering why Rover was so restless today.
"Boss, how are they going to cast anything without any mana? We're down to a few health potions, three status relieving flowers, and two mana potions, that's it. Not to mention that all of our consumables and gear are on the shittier tier." Black Sperm pointed out, opening their inventory to show Saitama what they had to work with.
"We've managed to get by till now, so why bring it up?" Saitama asked, choosing from the loot they had just earned. However, he picked the wrong item from the loot pile, since Rover moved his hand during his selection.
"Damn it Rover, calm down boy!" Saitama scolded, which was ignored by Rover, who kept pawing cutely at his controller.
"I dunno know, maybe because a certain Baldy pissed away almost all of our consumables in only two turns during that mini boss enocunter. And don't forget, we're also down on money, since you kept gambling all of it at the casino for some lame ass armor set." Black Sperm reminded, immediately making Saitama go on the defensive.
"But that armor set looked so cool!" Saitama argued, only to be met with a deadpan expression from Black Sperm.
"Boss, we're grinding, period. Besides, we're only a few levels off from leveling up our ultimate skills. So how 'bout you sack up, and take us to the floating islands already." Black Sperm said as he summoned his mount, wanting for Saitama to make a move.
"That armor set wasn't lame…" Saitama grumbled, mounting up, and marking the map for the floating islands.
"Bark Bark Awoo…/It was lame…" Rover said with a tired expression, making Saitama grow a tick mark on his head. With a pissed off grunt, Saitama and Black Sperm made their way to the grinding area, Rover no doubt doing his best to get Saitama to pet him during his play session.
They went at it for a few more hours, before a knock on the front door was heard. Poor timing though, since Saitama and Black Sperm were doing a raid boss, guarantees of a huge xp dump and rare loot drops. Sighing frustratedly, Saitama handed the controller to Rover, who immediately took up the gamer position. Although already known by the two of them, Rover was actually proficient in video games, since he could freely adjust the size of his body and limbs. The playful sounds of Rover's barking, and annoyed complaints of Black Sperm could be heard from the background, making Saitama crack a smile as he made his way towards the front door.
Opening up, he was greeted by Watchdog Woman's presence, her face still as expressionless as ever. Though, the wag in her tail proved otherwise. With a tilted head, Watchdog Woman looked at Saitama expectedly, to which the bald man only sighed. He invited her in easily, the wagging on her tail increasing as she walked through the door. Saitama advised her that his pets were at it right now, to which Watchdog Woman grunted in response.
Little known fact, Saitama had the foresight to introduce his pets the moment he was promoted. He figured that if he was going to be in S-Class, things like having monsters as pets should be known. The first week of introductions was tense to say the least. More than half of his colleagues/friends wanted to kill them outright, Genos in particular wanted to be the first one to take a swing at Rover. But Saitama said that they were housebroken and really cool, and reformed for the better. However, both Black Sperm and Rover were scared shitless, anticipating that their deaths would come at any moment. But after another week of convincing, he was given the green light to keep them. In fact, some of his friends actually thought having monsters as pets was pretty cool. Tatsumaki, Bad, Shoten, and King liked Rover in particular.
Watchdog Woman however, felt a little prickling in her heart whenever she saw Rover get cuddly with Saitama, an emotion she hadn't felt before. She was always on the side of dogs, since they were the purest animals in her eyes. But something about another dog getting close to Saitama pissed her off way more than anything else did. So it was easy to say that she didn't like Rover all that much.
Speaking of said dog woman, Saitama led her to his living room, being met by simple grunts from Black Sperm and Rover, who were completely focused on the game. Saitama sat back down on the couch, while Watchdog Woman merely grunted, choosing to lay down on the floor, right in front where Saitama sat. Seeing Rover and Black Sperm so focused on the raid boss made Saitama smirk to himself, opting to watch the rest of the boss fight as a spectator. He especially found it cute when Rover walked back onto his lap, and then assumed the gamer position. Petting his head gently, Saitama just watched them play, fully enjoying the let's play before him. Rover was dead set to beat the raid boss for his master, while Black Sperm was off screaming profanities in the air, asking how he was getting debuffed for the 12th time in a row, even though he's cleansed himself over a dozen times by now.
After 20 minutes of excited barking and cursing, they managed to beat the raid boss, Black Sperm comically crying tears of blood, and Rover rolling over happily on Saitama's lap. Black Sperm then stormed off to his room, saying he needed a break from such a garbage ass boss fight. Rover just barked happily, satisfied he was able to beat the boss for Saitama. Now with all the excitement gone, Rover got off of Saitama, feeling sleepy from all the action that had just happened. He calmly walked over to his little dog bed in the corner of the living room, and went to sleep.
Now alone, Saitama was about to get up from the couch, but was stopped when Watchdog Woman nonchalantly took Rover's spot. Now it would be ok for a dog to do that, but Watchdog Woman was a full grown woman, a tall one at that. To say it was a little awkward was an understatement, but ever the easy going guy, Saitama went with it. He figured she was feeling a little lonely today, hence the visit in the first place. So like he did Rover, Saitama gently patted Watchdog Woman's head and body, who moaned deeply from his touch.
From that moment on, something clicked in Watchdog Woman's mind. There was just something fundamentally right with Saitama petting her. In the beginning, Watchdog Woman only came over today to get Saitama to walk her, but it escalated into something more. It was like he knew what to do when it was just the two of them, as if he really did understand her. Like a reassuring hand on an anxious shoulder, or a mighty breeze that helps passing birds. Saitama was what made her complete, her guiding light, her way forward, her master.
That last sentiment made her blush deeply, but she felt amazing once she admitted that fact to herself. At first, Watchdog Woman felt like Saitama was just a good friend to her, but after feeling so gloomy at the thought of him being with another woman, or dog, she came to the conclusion that she wanted him all for herself. After all, he was her master, and it was up to her to protect her master from all forms of danger. Be they dangerous monsters, thirsty bimbos, or overly clingy dogs, she was going to ensure her master is safe. Then maybe, just maybe, her master could give her a nice, tasty reward…
Watchdog Woman's blush grew even deeper, as she thought of Saitama in a more intimate light. Just the thought of his strong hands on her body made her feel weak in the knees, while her tail wagged excitedly at the idea.
Saitama during all of this just watched the tv, his mind completely void of any thoughts. You see, as he was petting Watchdog Woman, he casually flipped through the channels, seeing if anything good was on today. For him, he was just enjoying his time with Watchdog Woman, whereas the woman in question was currently having a horny moment to herself.
After a few more moments of raunchy thoughts, some involving taking certain positions in a bedroom, Watchdog Woman decided the first step to achieving her master's affection was marking him. And what better way to mark her master by asking him to name her? So with guts and determination, Watchdog Woman did just that. In a very quiet voice, she spoke calmly, but shyly to Saitama.
"Name me…" Watchdog Woman spoke very softly, not used to talking.
"Hmm? What's that? You said something?" Saitama asked casually, still flipping through the tv.
"Name me, Saitama…" Watchdog Woman spoke a little bit louder, the action of talking driving her insane. This put Saitama off, as he immediately shut off the tv.
"W-Wait, you're actually saying something… Um, can you repeat that? I couldn't hear you clearly from the tv." Saitama explained, looking a little apologetic since he couldn't hear her the first time.
"Please name me, Saitama…" Watchdog Woman said with a very meek look, making Saitama sit up, and look at her directly.
He had never seen her look so small and meek before, which was very concerning, since he knew just how strong she was. Both of them actually had a few spars between them, Saitama very impressed with how strong she actually was. She had the power to tear entire buildings down in a single pounce, and the ability to leap a city's distance in one jump. Watchdog Woman was an insanely capable woman, regardless of the attire she wore. So for her to look so meek meant that this was serious. Saitama took it as such, and really gave her the attention that she needed.
"…Do you really want me to name you..?" Saitama could only ask, which was answered by a cute head nod. Although she tried to look expressionless, the deep blush she wore and cute stare she took up was anything but.
"…Why..?" Saitama asked, bewildered that this was happening. He needed to know why she needed him specifically to name her. Watchdog Woman shyly looked away, but then faced again, her deep blush far deeper now.
"I see you as my master. And a master must name their pets." Watchdog Woman said with the straightest face she could muster, the blush on her face ruining all of its effect. Saitama was at a loss for words, but he needed to give her an answer.
"Look, we're just friends. I don't think I'm the master of anyone—" Was all Saitama said, before he caught a very sad Watchdog Woman about to shed tears.
"B-B-But! If you think having a name would help, then I'll try to think of something!" Saitama quickly threw out, hellbent on not letting the woman before him cry on his lap.
With newfound happiness, Watchdog Woman flashed Saitama genuine smile, her simple face gone, now replaced by her true one. Like Saitama whenever he was genuine, Watchdog Woman's real face was out on display. She willingly showed her beauty, hoping Saitama wouldn't find her too unappealing. She was stunningly beautiful, and while Saitama didn't really pay attention to a person's looks, even he could say she was beautiful.
So with a slight cough, Saitama got to work for a name to give her. It had to be something that represented her, something that she could use in real life if she needed to. It took but a few moments before a name popped up in Saitama's mind. A name that fits Watchdog Woman to a tee.
"How about we go with Utsukinu? Because to me, you're a beautiful woman who just so happens to be a dog." Saitama reasoned out, wondering if the name was a little too on the nose.
At first, Watchdog Woman held a downcast expression, her eyes hidden from view. But a moment later, her eyes exploded with stars in the middle, absolutely over the moon at the name Saitama had given her. What made it even better was that Saitama both saw her as a woman, and a dog, truly a man worthy of being both her mate and master! Also, the name he gave her sounded so pretty, it almost felt like it was being wasted on a girl like her, but one look at Saitama's dopey smile made those feelings disappear. After all, her master gave her that name for a reason, which means she would have to accept it with pride.
Feeling like a new woman, Watchdog Woman, now Utsukinu, got off of the couch, and raced over to the front door. Saitama only smiled at how happy Utsukinu looked, her face holding a genuine smile. Saitama followed her to the door, and opened it for her. She left to tell the whole world her new name, but not before standing up on two legs, to give Saitama a real hug, and a heartfelt kiss on the cheek, truly happy that she deemed him her master. With that out of the way, Utsukinu made her way to her city, ready to live up to her new name.
Saitama during all of this didn't know what the hell was happening, but he just shrugged it off. He figured Utsukinu was in a rut and needed some friend time. All in all, he was just happy that he was able to help her out in the end, strange as today might have been for him.
A Couple Weeks Ago: Tatsumaki & Fubuki…
Sailing high up in the air, Saitama was sighing tiredly as he was launched for the 20th time that day. It was the result of two esper women who wanted to see who had the most influence on him. And because such a question was asked, things lead to another, and soon, Saitama found himself in the crossfire of a sibling match. Tatsumaki and Fubuki could be seen miles back down on the ground, cutely arguing with one another. Tatsumaki was the last one to launch Saitama, and in typical Tatsumaki fashion, she bragged about how far she launched Baldy. Fubuki quickly refuted it, stating that she also lifted a rocky platform beneath him for extra distance. Tatsumaki would easily chalk that up to creative thinking, earning her an earful from Fubuki saying how that wasn't fair in the slightest.
The two esper sisters have been like this for about an hour, and Saitama only sighed, wondering why this was happening to him.
A Mini Fubuki Flashback…
Both sisters were a handful for Saitama, to say the least. Pain in the ass is the more apt description he'd placed on both of them, but he'd rather not get an earful from either of them, should they hear him say that. Saitama would admit that the days involving the both of them were never boring, to put it mildly. Although Tatsumaki was a given, he'd never expect Fubuki to be a part of those days.
Apparently, after experiencing her big sister's sudden mood change, Fubuki went to investigate the cause of it. And lo and behold, she found a certain video, along with the news that a certain Baldy was recently promoted to S-Class. Although appreciating her sister's newfound calmness, Fubuki couldn't help but feel a little vexed, and a tad bit jealous of the whole situation. Just seeing her big sister get so buddy-buddy with him, along with her being uncharacteristically cute whenever he was around her, it only drove the point that Saitama was better than her in every way.
Soon after, Fubuki felt more than jealousy towards Saitama. She was actually getting incredibly pissed off that he, of all people, was able to break through her sister's stupidly tall, strong walls. And while he said he never tried to, it only pissed off Fubuki even more, saying that after all these years of trying her hardest just to be on common ground with her big sis, here he was, causally being close friends with her like it was nothing. And the worst part of it all, Fubuki was still only an acquaintance of Saitama's, while her big sister got to be his friend, who just so happens to be close enough to get his contact information, while being able to sleep at his place whenever she wanted. It was at that point that Fubuki had enough of it, and fully committed herself to becoming friends with Saitama, to which the bald man only sighed tiredly.
At first, it was extremely hard to watch Fubuki's "attempts" in befriending Saitama. She would boldly invite herself in his apartment on his days off, completely interject herself in conversations he had with other other friends/colleagues, she even went as far getting in cheap shots during his stress relief sessions with Tatsumaki, which earned her a quick, but rough trip to her apartment via forced telekinesis from a certain sassy esper. It was all in the attempt to befriend Saitama, which was having the complete opposite effect. This went on for two whole weeks, before she was sternly scolded by the man, getting a lengthy lecture of why it wasn't cool to bug him daily. She was about to give up in despair, finally accepting she would never be able to befriend him, or her sister. But with an annoyed grunt, Saitama offered her an olive branch. Fubuki's eyes lit up the moment he mentioned it.
He said he'd go out to coffee with her, and see where that goes. If she was still acting the same way, he'd asked her not to interact with him anymore. But if it turned out to be a cool outing, he'd be down for another. With stars in her eyes, she agreed, and promised Saitama she wouldn't mess this up. Saitama only grunted, saying he only did this because her sister asked him to do it. Fubuki was at a loss for words at this revelation, and made sure to thank her sister's thoughtfulness. Though if one were to read Tatsumaki's mind, she only asked Saitama to do this so Fubuki wouldn't interrupt their special time together, something that she's been calling their stress relief sessions now, as of late.
A few days later, Fubuki and Saitama went out for coffee, and like she promised, she was completely normal. During their time together, the two of them discovered that they had actually agreed on a few things. Surprisingly, both liked certain story tropes, and they both had strikingly similar criticisms of the H.A. But the most surprising thing the two of them discovered is how much they didn't have in common. They also figured out that it was really easy for the two of them to have a conversation about any topic, considering they had such differing opinions. Their conversations felt seamless, transitioning from one topic to another near perfectly. Each of them having an ebb and flow so organic, anyone would've mistaken the two of them as established podcasters if they listened in from the background.
For Saitama, it was really refreshing to engage in adult conversations about things he's never had the chance to talk about with others. After all, most of the people he knew, and were close to, didn't really have an opinion on said topics, or opted to talk about other things. And while that was all fine and dandy, it was still a very nice change of place to talk about stuff that wasn't about video games, food, work, or working out. For Fubuki, she was pleasantly surprised that Saitama held a surprising amount of depth to him that goes beyond his simplistic looks. Most people wouldn't even expect Saitama to hold such thoughts or insights, and yet, he did. Getting the chance to converse with him about things pertaining to the world, and other multifaceted topics was so engaging, Fubuki lost track of time. The two of them had failed to see that they had spent almost three hours just talking.
The day ended with them feeling oddly satisfied, happy they were able to learn so much from each other. Saitama agreed to seeing Fubuki again, and from there it was history. They would spend the next month meeting up with each other, just to talk about the world, and other stuff that interested them. Fubuki came to long for these interactions, since it was only ever Saitama that treated her like a regular woman, rather than her entire group that revered her like a holy figure. Speaking of her group, Fubuki willingly talked about them to Saitama the closer they got to one another.
In her own words, Fubuki found her group more and more frustrating the more she talked about it with Saitama, and how much of a hassle she was starting to realize the entire group was becoming for her. Though she cared deeply for each of them, they were slowly becoming more and more ineffective in combat. In fact, they've been more of a hindrance than relief, since she would always have to save at least one of them during a monster encounter. Worst of all, it's becoming more apparent that while Fubuki was growing stronger, her entire group wasn't. It was like they were stagnating instead. Saitama would go on to say that heroes that want to be strong, find strength their own way. And if those people within her group think following her would help them get stronger, more power to them. But for Fubuki, Saitama said she should try to find strength her own way, saying she was way stronger than she gave herself credit for.
This made Fubuki blush deeply from his compliments, knowing full well this wasn't Saitama just trying to cheer her up. After spending so much talking with him, she understood that he wasn't a man that gave out cheap words. This only made Fubuki appreciate him all the more, really happy Saitama treated her like a woman, but more importantly, as a friend. But with a shake of the head, Fubuki stated that she would need to keep tabs on that conversation, needing more time to really formulate her thoughts. Saitama only smiled, saying a woman as capable as her would find an answer that would meet everyone's expectations, making Fubuki blush even deeper. Before the two of them knew it, they had in fact, become friends. Finally feeling she was on par with her sister, Fubuki was content with her place in life, at least for now.
It was from here on out that Saitama discovered that the esper sisters were a force to be reckoned with.
Ever since then, Saitama had been involved heavily in the espers sisters' lives, their relationship with each other improving by leaps and bounds as a result. It was so apparent, you would see both sisters converse openly with one another, each listening and respecting the other's thoughts and suggestions. Turns out having all the stress worked out of you leaves a person a lot more calm and collected than you'd think. With how mellowed out Tatsuamki had become over the course of months with Saitama, and how open minded Fubuki became with her constant talks with said man, She and her big sister had finally gotten the chance to work things out.
Tatsumaki had learned the hardships and grievances she had unknowingly inflicted on her sister, while Fubuki was finally able to learn that her big sister really did care for her, that she loved her from the start. Saitama caught glimpses of their ever developing relationship, saying it was sweet and heartwarming for the most part. Though he also goes on saying that he was caught in between their more intimate moments more times than he'd like to count.
Like this one time where he walked in on a chibi Tatsumaki, idly floating in a noodle shop. She was there ordering food for herself and her sister. The moment Tatsumaki saw him, she immediately ordered him to accompany her, cutely pointing at him to do what she said, to which Saitama grunted in response. She would go on to ask him if he had any idea what Fubuki ate, his only answer being that she likes traditional style ramen. With a cute head nod, both left the shop with food, eager to eat it with Fubuki.
Then there was that other time where he found Fubuki giggling in a store he just so happened to do some shopping in. Fubuki immediately dragged him by the arm the moment she saw him, saying she needed his input on something. She was planning on buying something to make her big sister happy, and that she needed his advice on what to buy for her. Saitama would go on to say that she loved sweets, making Fubuki snort out loud. The two of them left the shop with arms full of sweets, Saitama holding all the baggage, and Fubuki ordering him to deliver it with her to her sister.
There was even the time where both sisters had coincidentally found themselves in said bald man's apartment, broken down in tears, hugging each other tightly. It was there they found the strength to not only forgive each other, but to forgive themselves for the way they treated one another after all those years. Funniest things though, all of that touching stuff was being done in Saitama's bedroom of all places. And not surprisingly, Saitama was watching tv in his living room during all that touchy, sappy shit. He shook his head softly the whole time, wondering why the hell they were always at his place for this sort of thing.
After that touching moment, and with a newfound understanding about each other, the esper sisters felt really awkward towards one another for a time. Both of them needed some time away from each other, to really figure themselves out. They, of course, went to Saitama for advice during this too. Considering he's the only other person in their lives' that had interacted with them this much, they figured his input was entirely valid. By this point, both sisters had thought of him as a very close friend, and placed their trust in him completely.
Though he found their avoidance of each other cute in its own way, Saitama ultimately found their dodgey behavior very counterproductive. Seeing as they had just recently patched things up with one another, they were now taking every chance in the world to avoid each other's presence. Saitama would go on to say that if they truly wanted to move on in their relationship as sisters, they would need to overcome the hardest thing in any relationship, that being communication.
They were confused at first, wondering what he meant by that. But then Saitama explained that the two of them were lacking in comfortability with each other, unlike them with him. And it all stemmed from the fact that neither of them really knew what the other thought of the other. Saitama brought up the fact he'd always been honest with them, and because of it, they knew how he felt about most things, and how he felt about them. With wide eyes, a wave of realization washed over both sisters in that moment, looking at Saitama as if he were a wise, bald guru, or something to that extent. They took his advice to heart, and decided among the both of them to finally communicate with each other as transparently as possible. Of course, there were limits to said transparency; After all, total honesty is more of a curse than a virtue. But in the end, it worked, with the two sisters finally figuring things out.
Now fully supportive, and communicative with one another, the esper sisters' bond was finally whole, solid even. They were able to finally act familiar with one another, like real sisters would. And while they would never admit it outright, they acknowledged that without Saitama/Baldy in their lives, the two of them would have never reconciled. That they would forever be separated by simple misunderstandings, and headstrong ideals.
Drastic changes came for both sisters soon after, as both their power, and fortitude grew tenfold from their time with Saitama. Nowadays, the two of them could be seen dominating their respective fields, nothing else holding them back anymore. The public's view of the two sisters were in awe, wondering what made them so strong all of sudden. It was as if they had been supercharged or something, their efficiency in eliminating monsters skyrocketing in mere weeks. Tatsumaki was far and away with her rank within the H.A. with rumors of her finally getting a promotion to the number one spot. Fubuki finally managed to get promoted to A-Class, and quickly ascended the ranks. In just a couple of weeks from her recent promotion, she had secured her spot as A-Class Rank 4, a feat no other hero had managed to do prior to her.
Although the two of them had improved so much, they couldn't hold a candle to Saitama, the man that had unknowingly captured their hearts. After spending so much time with him, it was only natural the two sisters would develop such strong feelings for him. The bald man towered over their attention and affection. His stupid, dopey face stealing almost every passing thought in their minds. Tatsumaki couldn't go one day without his presence anymore, or else she'd instantly revert back to her bitchy attitude. Fubuki wasn't any better, since if she went a few days without seeing Saitama, she'd immediately start adopting her sister's bitchy behavior.
Both sisters had it bad for him, since Saitama was both metaphorically, and quite literally the rock in their lives. He was their stability in their unstable, crazy, hectic routine, and they would be damned if he were to up and leave them one day. Unfortunately, it just so happened that both sisters realized they both had deeper feelings for the same guy. And from that realization, sprung a rivalry between them not felt before. Just the thought of either of them being with him in that way, while the other gets cold turkey bothered the two of them so much, they had to call off work for an entire week due to mental stress.
After recovering from such a cold shock, the two sisters vowed to themselves to win over Saitama's/Baldy's love. They wouldn't let some other tramp steal him; After all, he was far too good for any other woman in the world, and just barely good enough for either of them specifically. But ultimately, they both knew that Saitama was the only one they wanted as a partner. The man that had freed the both of them from themselves, and brought some color to their lives.
End of the Mini Flashback…
And that's why we're here now, watching Saitama fly into the air repeatedly by waves of beautiful green energy. Though he didn't know it himself, the two sisters made a bet among themselves. The sisters agreed to a fair competition, realizing that in order to win Saitama, they would need to prove to each other they have more influence on the man than the other. By this arbitrary measurement, both sisters nodded to one another, feeling this was the best way to settle this matter.
[A/N ~ (For some clarity, what the two sisters mean by "influence" is something that applies to all espers. Thing with espers is that their power is based almost entirely on willpower. Depending on how strong an esper's will is, determines the influence they have on an object they exert their will upon. That's how an esper's powers work after all.) ~ ]
Needless to say, Tatsumaki and Fubuki are were strong by definition. Tatsumaki has the willpower to overcome adversity, while her sister has the willpower to overcome expectancy. Both of them were incredibly strong espers, for their wills reflect the hardships that they had to overcome. And with having such strong wills, their powers especially, could make most objects of most sizes bend to their wills. Of course, there are limits to these powers, but Tatsumaki was starting to exceed them, with Fubuki not far behind her.
It was the result of fighting Saitama so many times, and each time Tatsumaki lost to him, her body and powers strengthened, and improved. Although unknown to both Saitama and Tatsumaki, the stress relief sessions had actually doubled up as a training regimen for her, and him. And from it, the two of them became stronger without even knowing it. The same happened with Fubuki, since she also wanted to partake in her sister's stress relief sessions at some point. Saitama agreed easily, and thoroughly delivered the same ass whooping to her. And just like her sister, she was given exhaustion, pain, and a burning ass from a meaty slap. Fubuki racked up about 100 losses in no time at all, while Tatsumaki had just recently broken past 300 losses, an all time record.
But it was through those bitter losses that the two sisters grew stronger, their powers far surpassing whatever level they had prior before ever meeting Saitama. And it was with this growth that the sisters were starting to finally affect Saitama with their powers. While Saitama was just a normal human, his own will far exceeded what most would consider absurd. But with enough interaction with him, others could get past his stupidly strong willpower, and exert their own influence upon him. This was made apparent when Tatsumaki did something extraordinary not too long ago.
The first time she was able to lift Saitama easily off the ground was a milestone for her. It symbolized that she was actually making progress, that it meant she was getting stronger. That thought alone made her cheer out loud, followed by tearful cheer from her Fubuki, and a thumbs up from Saitama. Fubuki wasn't far off herself, as she too lifted Saitama into the air only a few weeks later, the pride she felt toppling anything she had felt beforehand. But they were still far beyond the thought of even approaching Saitama's strength and power, let alone beating him. But the sisters weren't known for being quitters, and they were hellbent on beating Saitama, no matter how long it took them.
Shaking his head softly, Saitama let out a smirk, feeling a little proud that these girls were still at it, even if they had lost so many times. But judging from the clouds he saw this time around, Tatsumaki had indeed thrown him farther than Fubuki this time, making Saitama grunt in acknowledgment. Cupping his hands to his mouth, Saitama yelled all the way to the ground below.
"Oi! Tatsumaki definitely threw me farther this time! Good job!" Saitama's voice rained down to the ground, instantly making Tatsumaki grow a smug expression once she heard him.
"Ha! Can't argue with me if Baldy's saying something about it! Looks like I won this time, Fubuki!" Tatsumaki lorded over Fubuki, her eyes wild with glory.
"Grr, You..! You're such a cheater, big sis!" Was all Fubuki could blurt out, before comically ripping out a building's worth of dirt from the ground, and chucking it miles away in frustration.
"Tell it to someone who'll actually give a shit, Fubuki." Tatsumaki said smugly in her chibi form, pulling down one of her eyelids and giving Fubuki a full blown razzberry, instantly pissing her off.
"I swear, one of these days I'll…" Fubuki mumbled to herself, balling her right fist comically, numerous tick marks sprouting all over her face as a result.
Just as Fubuki was about to shout profanities, Saitama crashed back down to the ground, a large plume of dirt and debris flying everywhere. After everything settled, the two sisters were met with a Saitama whose entire body was comically buried into the ground, his head the only thing sticking out. Looking at them with a straight face, Saitama congratulated Tatsumaki with a dopey smile.
"Not bad Tats, you threw me pretty far this time. Nice!" Saitama praised gently, making Tatsumaki blush instantly.
"Y-You! You can only call me that when it's just the two of us, idiot!" Tatsumaki blurted out, her voice shrill with embarrassment. She immediately flew over to him, slapping his stupid face with righteous indignation.
"Huh? Why? I'm pretty sure Buki's cool with it, right?" Saitama said as he was getting slapped, his face a blur with green energy and comical hand impressions.
"S-Saitama! What did I say about you calling me that?! You can only call me that if we're alone together, dummy!" Fubuki said hysterically, joining her sister in her slapping.
"But the two of you asked me to call you that…" Saitama said with confusion, resulting in him being wrapped in both of the sisters' energies.
"Saitama/Baldy, you absolute… Moron!/Dumbass!" Both sisters said in unison, as they powered tons of psychic energy into Saitama, and the ground he was buried in.
A moment later, an enormous explosion of green energy and debris erupted from where Saitama was buried, one that rivaled a dozen nuclear explosions going off at once. Saitama could be seen sailing through the air a moment after, a trail of green smoke comically coming off from him as he made his way to low orbit. From the ground, a crater that spanned 100 miles was what replaced Saitama's presence, along with two extremely embarrassed espers floating in the middle of it. Squealing cutely to one another, Tatsumaki and Fubuki were flustered to no end, both pissed off and happy that Saitama had finally called them by their pet names.
Trembling from the excitement and joy, both of them could be seen with their faces buried in their hands, their faces red like fire. Entire minutes of silence passed between the two of them, as they tried to let the embarrassment dissipate. It then took another five minutes of processing to pass, before one of them spoke out loud.
"…So…" Fubuki started off, her face still red from embarrassment.
"…What, Fubuki..?" Was all Tatsumaki could get out, still remembering how Baldy called her that, and how natural it felt for him to do so. It felt so right, but it would still take some time for her to get used to her pet name.
"Nothing, I just find it cute he calls you Tats… Hehe!" Fubuki said with a small giggle, her face finally calming down. Tatsumaki immediately looked over to her sister, the top of her head giving off comical lines of steam.
"As if I'm the only woman with a name Baldy's got for, Buki!" Tatsumaki shouted, instantly reigniting Fubuki's face to a deep red.
"S-Shut up, big sis! He's the only person that can call me that!" Fubuki cutely shouted, her face on fire with embarrassment.
"Same for me, idiot! Only he gets to call me Tats, so don't ever call me that again, got that?!" Tatsumaki said with an exasperated voice, her face also on fire with embarrassment.
"Fine! Don't say my special name either, and we're even!" Fubuki cutely protested, making her sister nod begrudgingly.
With all the excitement and embarrassment flushed out of them, both sisters found themselves incredibly exhausted. Expelling the amount of energy used just a moment before goes beyond imagination, but for both sisters, it wasn't even an issue. Though, what was an issue was learning that the man they cared for was finally comfortable enough with them to use pet names. And if they were being honest, it felt like cloud nine to hear him call them that. It goes without saying that Saitama had a hold on them like no other, and they wouldn't lie that him acting so familiar with them felt so right in the world. But upon learning that both sisters had asked him to call them as such was vexing. While it's true they were now on better terms with each other, they were now fighting over the same guy, the one that changed both of their lives for the better.
Feeling absolutely tired from the new revelation, both sisters gently floated to the middle of the huge crater, their minds a flurry of thoughts. They both knew Saitama was the only guy that was worth being with, along with being the only guy in the world they trusted completely. The past couple of months of just hanging out with him had been the best moments of both their lives, and they didn't want to change that. Everything just felt so comfortable, but both sisters wanted to take their relationship with him to the next level. However, those thoughts of progressing their feelings had to stop, otherwise, one sister would eventually be left in the dust, and neither wanted to go back to how things were between them beforehand.
But now, after hearing Saitama call them by their pet names for the first time, the two sisters finally decided to stop tiptoeing around the matter at hand. With a strong head nod, to both themselves, and each other, the two sisters stood back up from the ground, their minds coming to the same conclusion.
"Let's date Baldy together./Let's be in a relationship with Saitama, together." The two sisters said in unison, their resolve to be with Saitama unwavering.
Looking at each other after saying what was on their minds, the two sisters nodded approvingly. With the two of them now resolved to capture Saitama's heart on a united front, they gripped each other's hands in respect, ready to finally get it on with Saitama.
As this was all happening, Saitama let out a loud sneeze, wondering what the hell was happening with him. He'd been sneezing a lot lately, and it was starting to concern him. Was he developing allergies? Or was he coming down with something? Whatever it was, he would have to look into it when he got the chance. However, that chance would have to come later, as Saitama clapped his way out of the flight course of another satellite.
Grunting to himself, Saitama found it rather tedious that he was in space again. This was the 9th satellite that made a pass at him, and another one was just a few yards away in the distance. Having no gravity turned out to be a pretty annoying inconvenience, with all things considered to the bald hero.
[A/N ~ (No shit Saitama, bro…) ~ ]
Saitama would then spend the next two hours just cruising in space, gently orbiting the earth with a laid back expression. Although he said space was tedious at first, Saitama soon found out that space was incredibly peaceful, and the view of the entire world wasn't something to scoff at either. It would take another hour before he was discovered by one of Prof. Bofoi's satellites. Turns out the poor thing slammed head first into Saitama, who actually found the time to take a light nap, in literal space of all places. Of course he was rescued by one of Bofoi's Metal Knights, and taunted Saitama once he was back on earth. Flaunting a paper bill with a trail of zeros on it, Bofoi flashed Saitama a buck-toothed smirk, saying he would bill him if broke another of his satellites.
The day ended with Saitama muttering two names under his breath, his mind and hands ready to dole out some righteous fury onto the asses of two sisters.
Three Days Ago: Mizuki & Suiko…
A frustrated shout could be heard for miles around, as a pissed off Saitama could be seen comically planting a palm tree monster headfirst into the ground, with a punch no less. Its feet were the only things sticking up from the ground, as a pathetic final gurgle could be heard from beneath the ground. A wave of satisfaction washed over Saitama's body, as he had finally taken care of today's quota.
"Finally! Over 4,000 freakin' monster encounters today alone! And of course, they're cities apart! Oh but the best part, everyone's out on fucking vacation the moment work picks up! Damn it, I wanna go home already!" Saitama shouted to the air, his mind recalling all of his friends/colleagues in their chibi forms waving to him comically from afar. This instantly made several ticks marks pop up on his face and fists, his frustration steadily growing.
The thing Saitama was going about was the week off that senior heroes get at the start of June, and of course, he wasn't aware of it. Apparently, these special vacations were given to the S-Class heroes as a way for them to recharge their batteries, and reward them for their continuous efforts. Some would say that having your strongest heroes on break for a period of time was a big security breach on a national scale, but the H.A. supposedly had it covered. Apparently, specialized detachments of heroes and robots would ensure the public's safety during the week's vacation. And as an added measure, massive energy barriers were to be deployed on all cities for the duration of a week. These barriers could do away any nuclear threat as if it were pebbles, and they blanketed the cities in a lovely scent of fresh linen during their activation.
However, these vacation days were awarded only to heroes that had over a year's worth of service under their belt. And with Saitama being a newbie S-Class hero, he was saddled with all the work of the week. With all that said, Saitama was at a loss for words once he figured out what the H.A. was asking of him. Spanning across all cities recognized by the H.A. Saitama was basically tasked with watching, and defending the entirety of the country for an entire week. Though he didn't mind watching over every city, it was the thought that his friends/colleagues got to goof off for a week that pissed him off. In fact, the first thing that Tatsumaki did once the week started was rub it in Saitama's face, comically slapping her ass at him as a way to mock him. She was immediately met with a slap of justice to said ass, rendering her immobile that day.
And to make matters worse, Saitama found himself in a large park, smack dab in the middle of city U. If not for city Z, city U would've been known as the city with the most frequent monster attacks. In fact, the monster attacks are so frequent here, many heroes both B and A Class have been stationed here to alleviate such problems for the city goers. But with how almost all of his friends/colleagues are off for the week, Saitama would have to rely on his fists alone to get these quotas met.
Luckily though, Genos, bless his soul, pitched in, saying he wanted to lighten his sensei's workload any way he could. Although heroes granted these vacation days weren't forced to take them, no one had ever opted to go back to work during them. With teary eyes, Saitama patted Genos on the back, grateful for having such a kindhearted disciple. But even with Genos' attempts at helping him, Saitama still found himself swamped with hero work. As it was, his friends/colleagues weren't slouches. They actually did a great job dividing up the workload, taking care of hundreds of hundreds of monster encounters daily. But since Saitama was on his own for the week, the poor man was faced with the brunt of everyone's share.
But in typical Saitama-fashion, he stepped up to the plate, and went to work. And of course, Saitama blew away all of the H.A.'s expectations of him during this time. By the H.A. estimates, in just three days of his watch, Saitama had racked up an unbelievable record of over 12,000 confirmed monster kills, the most any hero had ever gotten within the H.A. Tatsumaki came in 2nd, with a nice 8,000 confirmed kills, and right behind her was Kamikazee, with a modest 5,000. Though he liked being recognized for his efforts, Saitama was starting to feel burnt out from it all. Sure, he could knock out almost any monster with one punch. But having to punch through thousands of them, nonstop, and for days on end, leaves even a man like him mentally exhausted.
And now, five days into the week, Saitama was ranting loudly again, his mind thinking up every bad word he could remember. He lost count of all the shit he had killed in the past five days, and he'll be damned if he was going to do this again. So with one final, frustrated shout, Saitama decided to call it a day, and made his way back home.
But as he was walking back towards his apartment, he was greeted by two, womanly figures.
One stood tall, her muscles glistened with sweat in the evening sun. She wore nothing but an orange sports bra, spats and jogging shorts, and a steel baton could be seen hanging off from the side of her waist. Scrunchies of varying color dotted her wrists, and she wore a pair of orange, athletic shoes. Long, vibrant orange hair flowed freely down her shoulders, let down from its usual ponytail. Her form radiated a tempered strength, one that was trained thoroughly over the years. And yet, despite her power and build, she wore a face that most wouldn't find on a body builder. Flashing Saitama a hearty smile, the woman waved towards him, hoping to get his attention.
The other woman was shorter in comparison, but her frame was no less impressive than the woman next to her. She wore a mischievous expression, and the small smirk planted on her face made Saitama sigh to himself. She wore a light blue zip up, with a light gray sports bra underneath. She also wore black sports shorts and spats, and black athletic shoes. Although she was shorter than the other woman, the muscles she had weren't anything to scoff at. Her mischievous intent didn't betray the fact she was also strong herself, the taut muscles that were her abs, and legs being the proof.
With a solid wave, and cute giggle, both women called out to Saitama, who only sighed in response. Deciding not to be rude, he walked up towards them, already hardening his resolve.
"Heya Saitama, nice to see you kicking ass again!" Mizuki cheerfully greeted, making Saitama flash a tired smile.
"Now would you look at that, the Hero of Strength looks a little tired, or should I say, Caped Baldy?" Suiko said with a playful smirk, only getting a deadpan expression from Saitama.
"Haha, that was so funny Suiko. Nothing beats a joke that's been heard a 100 times over." Saitama said in a mocking tone, making the woman before him giggle cutely.
"Right? And if you think that was funny, I got plenty more in store for you, Saitama." Suiko said with a playful smile, instantly making Saitama form tick marks on his head.
"Is that right..?" Was all Saitama could say, before the ground below them exploded underneath.
Both Mizuki and Suiko moved out of the way, jumping a few feet ahead of the explosion. However, feeling too tired from today's quota, Saitama just stood there as everything was happening, taking the brunt of the explosion head on. Saitama could be seen being thrown upwards onto the sky as a result from taking the explosion, both of the women down below watching with deadpan expressions as Saitama landed back to ground, burying himself into the dirt below.
From the explosion emerged a massive monster, almost as tall as a 4 story building. It was a mix of a mole and bear, and it had spikes running along the entirety of its body. It roared when it made its appearance, voicing its hatred for humanity.
"FINALLY, IT IS TIME TO EXACT REVENGE ON ALL THOSE DRILLING OPERATIONS MADE IN THIS PATHETIC CITY. THIS WORLD WILL KNOW THE TERRORS OF THE UNDERGROUND! I, MOL-BEARY, WILL RID THE WORLD OF ALL HUMAN LIF—!" Was all it got to say, before being savagely attacked by Mizuki and Suiko.
"Don't go around randomly exploding people from the ground!" Mizuki scolded, wielding her baton, and changing it to a massive ball and chain.
With a grunt. Mizuki then picked up the chain, and started spinning in a circle. After a few moments of prepping, Mizuki was spinning extremely fast, with a massive steel ball at the end of her. With a shout, she released the ball, and with great force, sailed directly towards the monster.
"Event Six: Ball and Chain!" Mizuki shouted as the ball collided with the monster, an enormous dent being imprinted into the monster's body.
Heavily staggered, and coughing up spouts of blood, Suiko was up next to attack. Already in her martial arts stance, Suiko took a deep breath.
"Oi! Only I'm allowed to mess with that Baldy over there! So beat it, you overgrown hamster!" Suiko shouted, her eyes wearing an incredibly aggravated look to them.
With a focused temper, Suiko then exhaled, her legs unleashing a staggering kick that could topple skyscrapers.
"Void Tearing Serpent Kick!" Suiko roared, a towering pillar of bright purple energy raced towards the monster.
The moment the attack struck the monster, it was cleaved in half, killing it instantly. A torrent of blood spilled onto the park from its newly made corpse, flooding everything in blood and viscera. Both women dodged the coming wave of blood, finding higher ground to stand on as it flowed throughout the park. However, Saitama was not so lucky. Still being buried in the ground, he was unfortunately caught in the tidal wave of blood, comically getting doused in the stuff.
Saitama's only thought during all this being:
"I wanna go home…"
After the wave of blood had died down, both women looked at each other with a smirk, giving each other a solid high-five as a gesture of pride. The fruits of their labor were starting to bare fruit, and it excited both women to no end. They were really becoming stronger, and it was all thanks to the bald guy stuck in the ground. They then walked over towards said guy, giggling hysterically the moment they found his person. Finding the supposed Hero of Strength being comically covered in blood, along with a stray piece of viscera that somehow draped itself around his neck, they couldn't help but laugh at how done he looked.
Looking at the two women before him, he sighed quietly to himself. Watching them laugh cutely was admittedly a nice change of pace from today's bullshit. Looking back on it, it was strange how they came to know each other, and how their relationship turned out in just a few months.
A Mini Mizuki/Suiko Flashback…
Mizuki's and Suiko's first meeting with Saitama was when he arrived with Darkshine months back. Both women were doing their daily workouts at Darkshine's local gym at the time, conversing with each other like they usually did. Though, they were taken out of their conversation when they heard Darkshine's heavy footsteps echo throughout the gym space. Looking over towards him, both women were surprised to see an average looking guy following close behind him, commenting on things he saw in the gym. Darkshine chuckled in response to what he was saying, seemingly enjoying his company.
As it turns out, Darkshine was showing off his local gym to Saitama, feeling rather proud about it. Saitama could be heard whistling from afar, obviously impressed with all the equipment available for use. Darkshine grunted in appreciation, happy his gym was up to Saitama's standards. This intrigued both women, and considering they saw Darkshine's demeanor, they figured that man was going to be a new member.
Always one to welcome newcomers, Mizuki wanted to welcome Saitama to the gym immediately, but since her senpai was already showing him the place, she opted to just watch from where she stood. Suiko on the other hand wasn't too impressed with Saitama. In fact, she thought he looked rather plain at face value. But if Darkshine took an interest in this guy, then he must have something going for him. With curiosity plaguing both women, they watched both Darkshine and Saitama with much interest.
After a few more minutes of a light walkthrough of the place, Darkshine then went towards the back of the gym. Saitama patiently waited, and within a few seconds, Darkshine came back out with a ridiculously large barbell in his hands. It was outfitted with six massive weight plates on both sides, all of them labeled over 100 lbs. But the most prominent feature of the barbell was the fact that Pig God's face was crudely drawn on one of the weight plates, making Saitama chuckle once he saw it. Mizuki and Suiko looked at the barbell with bulging eyes, watching as Darkshine walked with the barbell with ease, as if it was a light as a feather.
He then dropped the barbell in front of Saitama, the whole gym shaking from the impact it made with the floor. With a smirk, Darkshine presented the barbell with an open hand, as if challenging him to lift. Saitama smirked back, asking if there was anything heavier, to which Darkshine nodded.
Both women thought this was a cruel joke, one that was meant to make fun of the new guy. Hell, the bar itself was almost twice as tall as Suiko's height, and was about twice as heavy as Mizuki's weight. Mizuki thought it was incredibly mean spirited to thrust such an insurmountable weight for him to lift. Whereas Suiko merely chuckled, at least giving the guy props for being able to joke at a time like this. However, both women would find themselves speechless a moment later.
With no effort at all, Saitama proceeded to lift the barbell, one-handed, over his head, and let it hang over him for over 3 seconds. Darkshine's smirk only widened, while the women in the back were left speechless. The weights on the barbell were so heavy, the bar was becoming heavily warped under its own immense weight. Saitama then brought the barbell down, and curled it for a total 10 reps, impressing Darkshine even further. Saitama then gently put the barbell back down on the ground, looking at Darkshine with a dopey smile. Laughing at the spectacle, Darkshine offered up a small round of applause, impressed by Saitama's strength.
As for Mizuki and Suiko, they couldn't believe what they had just seen. Here was a guy, that was very opposing in appearance, causally lifting, and repping the 'Pig God' barbell, a barbell preloaded with Pig God's estimated weight. It just didn't make sense, and they weren't going to believe it, not until they had a chance to talk to him in person. And luckily, the chance soon presented itself.
Darkshine went and scooped up the warped barbell, needing to repair the damaged equipment. He told Saitama it would take a few minutes, so he was welcomed to walk about the gym. He agreed, and Darkshine went off. Saitama was then left alone, and decided to see what else the gym had to offer. Though that wouldn't happen, since he was effectively ambushed by two women.
In the time Darkshine went off to the back of the gym, both Mizuki and Suiko swiftly made their way towards Saitama, their curiosity of him overtaking their common sense. He was then tackled roughly to the ground by Suiko. She then sat on top of him, her eyes alight with curiosity. Mizuki soon followed, standing over Saitama as he was laid out on the gym floor. Saitama was completely floored at this point, wondering who the hell these women were. But the worst part came when he was bombarded with questions a moment later.
Questions pertaining to how he lifted the barbell, what his training regime was, or how he was so bald came at him in quick succession, without him ever even answering one. He found the situation incredibly annoying, so much so, he decided to end the nonsense right then and there. He firmly grabbed hold of Suiko, and looked straight at her. Suiko instantly shut up the moment her eyes met Saitama's, her martial arts instincts telling her to get away from him. Saitama then lightly scolded her, to which Suiko cutely grunted. He then picked Suiko off of him, and stood back up. Suiko was heavily embarrassed that she was treated like a child just now, but opted not to get the guy any more pissed than he was.
Saitama looked towards the two women in front of him, with a look that made them realize how crazy they were acting. Mizuki was the first to answer, hastily bowing, and apologizing profusely to Saitama. Suiko was next, biting on her pride, and offering up a genuine apology, despite the embarrassment she had. Saitama in the meantime sighed heavily, knowing that these women probably weren't weirdos, just a bit too eager. So with a grunt, Saitama decided to let go, and introduced himself formally. And it was here that Mizuki and Suiko finally met the man known as Saitama.
Saitama learned that Mizuki was Darkshine's pupil, a strongwoman in training. She had achieved plenty in her short time as a hero, and through her efforts alone, she achieved the rank of A-Class. Next came Suiko, a skilled martial artist that practiced in the way of the Void Collapsing Fist. She spoke of being part of a family of master martial artists, and that her brother was going to be the next successor of the dojo. Saitama was surprised such women were here at the same time, and wondered why that was. He was then told that they were childhood friends, near inseparable from each other.
They then asked Saitama questions, to which he answered the best that he could. At first, Mizuki and Suiko were heavily skeptical of the answers that he gave them, but after seeing him lift that massive barbell, they came to the conclusion that he must be telling the truth. However, for Mizuki, she was taught by Darkshine that muscles never lie, that they always show a person's true intentions. With this in mind, Mizuki politely asked Saitama to show off his muscles. Saitama was hesitant at first, but after seeing a set of pleading eyes, he relented, and compiled.
Saitama's attire didn't do his image justice, hence why both women found his responses very skeptical in the first place. It was as simple as an outfit could get, really. An unzipped, baggy hoodie, a plain white t-shirt, worn out jeans, and an old pair of running shoes. Both women weren't expecting much, thinking Saitama must've used a trick to lift the barbell. But, with anything involving Saitama, it was anything but.
The moment he stripped in front of the women, a lone sunbeam bounced off a window from above the gym, showering Saitama in a moment of sunshine as he was taking off his clothes. There, in all its glory, Saitama showed off his well maintained body, destroying any preconceived idea the two women had of him. Though he was nowhere near as massive as Darkshine, his muscles looked far more refined. It was as if Saitama's body was made out of pure diamond, which was then sculpted perfectly by a master artisan. To say his muscles were glorious was an insult, for they were much more than that. Mizuki had starry eyes as she bore witness to Saitama's splendor, while Suiko whistled playfully, an obvious sign that she was clearly liking what she was seeing.
Saitama then put his clothes back on, hoping that that was enough to get them off his back. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect, as both women would then hound him for advice, and what his routine was to achieve such a fine body. Sighing loudly, he told them he'd be more than happy to get back to them at another time with a more detailed answer, to which he answered with hopeful eyes. He was then given both their numbers, and a playful warning by Suiko, saying she'd kick his ass if he flaked out on them.
With the day nearing its end, both women left Saitama, but not before waving at him, and telling him they'll be eagerly waiting for his return. Saitama could only sigh, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into now. And yet, despite everything, he still cracked a smile to himself, feeling like those two would at least be fun to hang around with. Darkshine then returned with a new set of weights after the women left, handing them over to Saitama. With a strong nod, both men began to lift, their minds already destressing from that day's bullshit.
And from there, Saitama would go on to train Mizuki and Suiko whenever he had free time. At first, both women thought his original training regiment was complete horse shit. But after witnessing him blow up half a mountain from just a finger flick, they decided to say fuck it, and give it a try. Worst case scenario, nothing happens to them, but in the best case? They would be as strong as Saitama, and with him being what he was, they were going to give it a genuine try.
The first month of training bore nothing in terms of physical performance. But in terms of their relationship with each other, it progressed smoothly. Mizuki and Suiko found his presence calming at most times, and down right hilarious in others. As for Saitama, he found both women endearing, fully appreciative of their commitment. The three of them didn't really think they would get along this well, but as it was, they got along just fine.
Though the first month was a bust, the second month showed a noticeable increase in power in both women. The two of them were shocked to see such a drastic change, but were ecstatic all the same. Prior to Saitama's training, Mizuki struggled with jumping. She could barely jump a few feet onto the air, but after the training regime, she was easily able to clear a 50ft long jump without any struggling. For Suiko, she didn't feel very confident in her kicks. But after the training, she could kick a whole truck in half without breaking a sweat. By all means, this training shouldn't be able to produce this kind of improvement, but both Mizuki and Suiko didn't care, since they were finally getting stronger. And it was thanks to that bald guy called Saitama.
Finally seeing the result of their labor, Saitama gave each of them a thumbs up, and a reassuring smile, cheering them both on for their hard work. Both women felt very embarrassed, and very happy at the same time, feeling weird that he was being so nice to them. It was then that a realization dawned on both of them, that Saitama was incredibly humble and modest. Despite being so freaking strong, he was just a regular guy, helping others when he could. Smiling sweetly to themselves, both Mizuki and Suiko gave Saitama a heartfelt hug, happy that he was their trainer. Saitama thought nothing more of it, and merely said no problem.
The third month was more of the same from the second, but it was by this time that Mizuki and Suiko finally fell for the bald idiot. Sure, he was plain to look at, and a bit stingy at times, but hell, he was prime husband material. Saitama demonstrated that fact time and time again to the both of them during their time training together. An example was when Mizuki had injured her foot badly during training. Upon hearing the circumstances, Saitama rushed to her side, carrying her back to her place. He would then check up on her for days on end, to make sure she was alright. Another example was when Suiko developed severe cramps in his calves, cursing up and down from the pain. Luckily for her, Saitama was around, and he gently massaged her overworked muscles for hours. His hands were otherworldly, and in no time at all, Suiko was back to fighting form. Saitama took the time out of his days to help them in any way he could, and because of it, their appreciation of him grew and grew. Feeling determined to return his kindness, Mizuki and Suiko doubled down on their resolve. They promised to get stronger, but not just themselves, but for Saitama's sake as well.
And after that declaration, Mizuki and Suiko had become so much stronger, almost too strong in fact. As a result of Saitama's training, they had completely floored any and all their peers in the process. With Mizuki, she demonstrated a strength that surpassed some of the lower S-Class heroes, but decided not to promote, not until she obtained a win against her trainer, at least once. And with Suiko, she had impressed her masters and family so much, they were talking about giving her the successor role instead of her brother, much to the brother's blatant objection to it. But like Mizuki, she didn't want to accept the honor, not until she had bested Saitama in a spar, even if it was only one time. Both women had the chance to experience the man's kindness, and in turn, fell even harder for him. It was here that the two of them had made Saitama their goal in the end, and they'll get the best of him one day, and if not through battle, then by way of the heart.
And it was at this time Saitama let out another sneeze, his nose comically running with snot. He wondered what the hell was going on with the sneezing, but opted out to not think about it too hard.
End of Mini Flashback…
"Oi, earth to Baldy, you ok?" Suiko called out to Saitama, making the man shake his head.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm alright. Just got lost in thought back there, sorry." Saitama answered easily.
He then got up from the ground, dusting off the dirt and dust that coated his suit. He then tried his best to wipe off all the monster blood that covered him with his cape, but it had little effect. He was then given two workout towels, each of them belonging to Mizuki and Suiko respectively.
"Here ya go Saitama! Don't worry, it's dry." Mizuki said cheerfully, offering up her red workout towel.
"Well mine ain't, but since you're probably into that kind of stuff, you should probably be thanking me." Suiko giggled cutely, also offering up her purple workout towel to Saitama.
"Yeah, cause I sure like cleaning my face with a sweaty dude's used towel." Saitama said dryly, Suiko giggling even harder from his response. He then took both towels, eager to dry himself.
"But seriously, thank you guys." Saitama said with a dopey smile, wiping down his head and clothes from the monster's blood.
As he was cleaning himself, he failed to see the blushing faces of Mizuki and Suiko, who were feeling elated that they were able to help their trainer, and subsequent love interest. After toweling himself off, he handed the towels back, happy he was able to wipe most of the blood off.
"Anyway, thanks for the help. I'm gonna go home now. See you when I see you, I guess. Later." Saitama said with a dopey smile, waving to the two of them as he made his way back home.
The two watched as Saitama's figure disappeared into the distance, a smile on both of them as they too made their way home.
"He sure is an idiot, huh Suiko?" Mizuki said with a knowing smile.
"Yeah, but he's our idiot." Suiko said with a contented sigh.
"Mhm. So when do we sleep with him?" Mizuki asked nonchalantly, wringing out the blood soaked towel.
"Hmm, anytime soon I guess. I mean, I wanted to fuck him when he was all helpless and buried back there." Suiko answered with a straight face, also wringing out the blood from her own towel.
"I totally get it. Seeing the Hero of Strength look so helpless was definitely a turn on." Mizuki agreed, voicing her honest thoughts.
"Yup. So, wanna try to get in his pants next week?" Suiko asked with a tilted head.
"I was just about to suggest that myself, hehe." Mizuki giggled cutely, throwing up a fist towards Suiko.
"Perfect. Let's bone that egghead, and make it official already." Suiko said with a confident smile, fist bumping Mizuki.
At the same time, Saitama let out a massive sneeze one more time. He shouted profanities into the air, cursing the sickness that seemed to be plaguing for the past few weeks.
Present Day: in Six's Living Room…
Saitama's mind was rife with thoughts, recalling everything that's happened so far. And now that he thought about it, there was some sort of correlation between all these encounters. Something that made all the girls act some sort of way as of recently.
"But what the hell is it?" Saitama said out loud, annoyed he couldn't come up with any answer. Just as he was about to give up, a voice called out in the distance.
"What the hell is what, dude?" Six's voice rang out directly behind Saitama, startling him. During his time reminiscing, Six woke up from her short nap, feeling totally rested and relaxed.
"Woah! Six, what the hell man?! You startled me!" Saitama called out, turning over to face Six. But the moment he turned over to her, he was met with an outrageous sight.
Six stood behind the couch, fully naked. Her light gray skin looked smooth and shiny, thanks to Saitama's massaging oil. Her hair was unkempt, a clear sign of bed head. She held a questioning expression, her head tilted cutely at him as he was looking at her. But the most prominent feature was, and of course, her ample breasts.
Big. The only word that came to mind as Saitama's gaze fell on Six's breasts. Though he only looked for a few moments, he could tell that her breasts were nothing short of amazing. Her nipples were inverted, while the breasts themselves were full and supple. They had to be at least a D, if not DD, and by G.O.D. Saitama had front room seats for the spectacle. If he could, he would want to keep looking, but like any real guy, he had to look away, so he wouldn't be labeled as a creep. Forcing his head to turn, Saitama then spoke up.
"What the fuck Six?! C'mon man, you're naked!" Saitama called out, immediately turning his head away from her. Six could only tilt her head, wondering what the problem was.
"So? Remember dude, this is my house. I like going commando in it, and I trust you, so everything's fine." Six reasoned out, looking at Saitama as if he was being the weird one.
She then left the living room, and made her way to the kitchen. She decided to make some lunch after waking up from such a nice nap. Saitama's massage worked wonders for her stiff back, and she made a mental note to make sure to get that guy to massage her again.
Saitama during all of this couldn't believe Six's reasoning. There was no way she was being this defenseless. I mean, he was a guy, and she was a girl, and they were alone in an apartment. Sure, they were good friends and all; But something like this should only be reserved for couples and shit, not friends! Saitama had half a mind to scold Six, but was then left speechless when he heard Six's voice again.
"'Sides, it's not like you're going to do anything to me anyway." Six reasoned out, innocently cooking up some eggs and sausage.
[A/N ~ (We in it now boys, the hint of a lemon inbound…) ~ ]
The moment Six said that, it caused something to snap in Saitama. Like a small glass bowl shattering to pieces, or a wall finally being broken into, what was once his self reasoning had finally left him for a moment. Saitama would then calmly stand up from the couch, and snuck his way towards the kitchen. Finding Six standing in front of the stove, Saitama caught a glimpse of Six's thick ass, only fueling his actions even more. In one swift motion, Saitama would disappear from sight, only to reappear right behind Six, all the while, said woman not even feeling Saitama's presence.
Saitama then lowered his head to where he could whisper behind Six's ear, uttering only one warning.
"Don't tempt me." Was all Saitama whispered, before firmly grabbing Six's ass with his right hand, and fully grabbing one of her breasts in his left.
Six let out a startled shout, wondering what the hell was going on. But soon after, her shouts turned into deep moans, and she felt Saitama's strong hands gently caress her body. Those strong hands that had given her a nice massage hours ago, we're now feeling her up in a sensual, teasing way. Her mind couldn't register what was happening, only reacting to how good it felt to be held this way.
"W-What are you d-doing, S-Saitama..?" Was all Six could get out, before letting out another deep moan.
"Showing you what happens when you mess around with me too much." Saitama said with a deep voice, making Six leak out some vaginal secretions.
Saitama would then tease the poor woman up and down, but never really touching anything directly. He would brush up against her nipples, but never directly touch them. He would then glide his hands over her pussy, but never fully committing to foreplay. Six was melting under his touch, but the sexual frustration building within her was killing her. Six felt incredibly frustrated that Saitama wasn't going any further, forcing her to touch herself as he was feeling her up.
"D-Damn it dude! If you're gonna feel me up this much, at least go all the way!" Six yelled, grabbing one of Saitama's hands, and guiding it down towards the spot that needed the most attention.
However, Saitama wasn't going to comply, and instead licked one of Six's ears, causing her to let go of his hand, and moan even deeper. Saitama kept teasing the woman for the next few minutes, Six practically dying from sexual anticipation. She furiously fingered herself, desperately begging for some help from Saitama, only to be met with more teasing. But as it was, Six couldn't wait any longer, and decided she needed to release this tension.
"S-Shit, I'm gonna cu—" Was all Six could say, before feeling the loss of his warmth.
As she was about to climax, Saitama decided to finally stop his antics, and stepped away from Six. This caused the woman to immediately face him, her face redder than blood. Looking at him with bloodshot eyes, she saw a dopey Saitama look at her with a dopey smile. She didn't know what to do, looking at Saitama with pleading eyes.
"What the fuck dude!" Six yelled cutely, wearing an expression that begged him to keep going.
"What?" Saitama coyly asked, his dopey smile never fading.
"D-Dude! Why'd you stop?! I was so fucking close!" Six yelled angrily, her sexual frustration only building.
"That's cool. Anyway, I hope this'll make you more aware of your surroundings. While it is your house, I'm still a guy. Try not to do stuff that'll provoke others." Saitama sternly scolded, making Six look at him angrily.
"Dude! I wasn't even trying to provoke you!" Six shouted, now forced to touch herself to alleviate the horniess that was still in her.
"I know you weren't, dumbass. I'm just saying to act appropriately when you have a guest over." Saitama reprimanded, making Six sulk cutely to herself.
"Man, and I was so close too…" Six cutely whined, still touching herself, but to no avail. Saitama's technique was too amazing, and it pissed her off that he stopped midway.
"Well, if you just asked me, I wouldn't be opposed to doing this kind of stuff for you. But anyway, I gotta go now. See you later Six." Saitama said with his trademark dopey smile, waving a free hand to Six as made his way to the front door.
However, as Satiama was leaving the apartment, Six couldn't respond back, since she was still processing what Saitama had just said.
"Well, if you just asked me, I wouldn't be opposed to doing this kind of stuff for you…" Six recalled Saitama's words, blushing up a storm the moment her mind registered the information.
You mean to tell her she could've just asked Saitama for some sex this whole time?! That she didn't need to go the roundabout way, or be awkward about it?! This revelation both elated Six, and aggravated her to no end. What the actual fuck was Saitama thinking when he said that? This was like him giving the greenlight to her, and oh would she capitalize on it. She almost came from his teasing alone, how much more if he were serious? The thought of it excited Six greatly, and she was hellbent to ask Saitama for some good, old fashion snu snu.
"Hehe, I'm gonna put you through the ringer, you bald bastard. Just you wait, Saitama! By the time I'm done with you, you'll being nothing more than dried out eggshells!" Six shouted out loud, ready to conquer the challenge that was the Hero of Strength.
Saitama again sneezed loudly, but ignored it. With how much he's been sneezing lately, saitama decided that he might as well accept the fact he'll be sneezing a lot more in the coming future.
This was a somewhat big chapter, so don't ask me for shit! (A little quote by Harada-san, director of the Tekken series. One of my favorite fighting games btw!)
But in all seriousness, thanks for hanging in there. Again, I have real life stuff that makes having a consistent update schedule a pipe dream, and I apologize for that. but even so, I genuinely hope you liked the chapter. And as always, I'll see you all in the next one!