Ah, sleeping in. Saitama couldn't remember the last time he did this. Or rather, when he was able to. But feeling the morning pass as he stayed in his comfy covers was blissful.

Another week had gone by since the Seafolk situation. In that span, the Association helped to get them settled. City J, amazingly, welcomed the non-humans with open arms. Granted, that was most likely due to Saitama having brought them on land. But people did talk about Great White's speech on television. So, perhaps it wasn't entirely due to One Punch Man's influence.

The Seafolk would have the ENTIRE coast of City J as their new home. In the water, of course. With a GENEROUS donation from its strongest hero, the Association provided building materials and construction assistance. The Seafolk were at a loss for words; some even had tears of joy in their eyes. One Punch Man and his people were so kind and welcoming; their new homes would be far more beautiful and comfortable than in the sea. Which mainly consisted of wreckage, ruins, and the natural geography of the ocean floor.

Understandably, the Seafolk couldn't go too far on land. Human civilization simply wasn't built with such large creatures in mind. However, as he had done for his creations, Doctor Genus offered any Seafolk who wanted a size reduction without losing physical prowess. So far, there weren't any takers, purely because the idea and the science behind it were so unusual to them. But, given enough time, there'd likely be many who wanted to be smaller to interact more easily with humans.

The only one to accompany Doctor Genus to City J was Kombu Infinity. The reason for this was due to them being Seafolk. Unlike Genus's creations, no one would question their presence or find it out of place. Also, the House of Evolution's members' public reveal was slated for next month, so they'd have plenty of time to start and get used to their training.

Truthfully, this past week had gone by very smoothly. Was it busy? Oh yeah. But there weren't any more surprises or unforeseen complications. Metal Knight's work on the train system was going great. Satoru and Mizuki were readying themselves for the debut of the hero news network, which would launch next week. At long last, had Saitama been given a break? A calming period to just enjoy himself? It seemed so.

Although, a big contributor to this was the people that surrounded Saitama. The Association, his friends, his colleagues, and everyone else. They could tell that One Punch Man needed a break. So, unless something DEMANDED his involvement, all agreed to leave him alone. This included the morning and evening S-Class meetings, which he COULD attend, but his fellow heroes would insist he stay away and continue his relaxation.

So, as stated previously, this was bliss. Saitama, with a content smile, slumbered happily in his bed. Nothing could-

KNOCK KNOCK

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That was his imagination. He didn't hear that.

KNOCK KNOCK

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It...was a dream. A bad drea-

KNOCK KNOCK

Breathing out a long sigh, Saitama sat up. If City Z wasn't on fire, then whoever was at his door better have a DAMN good reason for this. He hopped off his mattress, slipped on his slippers, and slowly shuffled to the front door.

"Hello?..." Saitama groggily greeted, yawning as he did.

"Morning, Saitama. Sleep well?"

...Huh. A pleasant surprise. Saitama sincerely didn't expect the person at his door to be Tatsumaki. Furthermore, she was...different.

High-heel boots that went halfway up her shins. An outfit whose lower half resembled a black dress while the upper was white and resembled a blouse or shirt. The attire was secured at its center with a corset-like design. Resting between the upper half's collar folds was an accessory comprising several fabric ruffles and a beautiful cross-shaped broach.

For accessories, Tatsumaki adorned a hat Saitama had never seen before. His best guess was a beret, but he wasn't sure. Alongside it, two black gloves with bracelets on the wrists. The final touch was a set of carefully crafted cross-shaped earrings that dangled from the Esper's earlobes.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. Saitama stared at Tatsumaki, taking in her appearance. Meanwhile, Tatsumaki looked up at him with a seemingly expectant expression.

"...You bought new clothes." Saitama started as he pointed at her ensemble. "I've never seen you wear any of that before." He noted.

"I've...had this stuff for a while," Tatsumaki admitted. "I've never had a good reason to wear it, even during my time off. I prefer to lounge in my pajamas whenever I'm not working." She explained.

"No need to explain. Trust me. Nothing beats relaxing in PJs." Saitama assured her. "As for these clothes, I like them. You should wear more stuff like this. I think it suits you better than your usual dress." He said.

"O-Oh? Do you not like the dress?" Tatsumaki questioned, doing her best to remain mostly expressionless.

"It's not that; it's just pretty bland," Saitama replied before crossing his arms as he continued to study her appearance. "Wait, no, that's not right, either. I...guess what I'm trying to say is...it doesn't match you. Your normal dress is very plain, whereas you are the exact opposite. As I said, I think this suits your personality better. You're not afraid to express yourself and don't care what others think. This outfit says I'm cool, and I know it, which is perfect for you." He told her.

Tatsumaki was a strong-willed person. She could withstand just about anything. But hearing such a thing come from Saitama broke through her resolve. The brightest smile and happiest look he'd ever seen her show appeared on her face.

"Thanks, Saitama," Tatsumaki responded. Her cheeks had a delightful rosiness, increasing the warmth of her expression.

"No problem." Saitama casually said before stepping aside. "Want to come in?" He invited.

"Yes. Thank you." Tatsumaki politely accepted as she crossed the threshold.

Together, the duo went to Saitama's dining table after he closed the door. Then, opposite each other, they sat down and continued their conversation.

"Do you want me to make us something? I don't mind." Saitama offered.

"No. We can get something later." Tatsumaki said, only to realize how presumptuous that sounded afterward. "What I meant was IF we decide to spend today together. You know, as we talked about last week?" She clarified, ending with a question.

"...OH. Right!' Saitama exclaimed with a snap as the memory came to him. "I assumed you dressed like that because you already had plans and were just stopping by to chat." He confessed. "Sorry." He apologized afterward, feeling a little guilty for not remembering.

"No, it's fine. You've been super busy." Tatsumaki said, assuring him that there weren't any hurt feelings. "But that's why, even though we all agreed to let you relax, you could use that day out I mentioned. A nice, peaceful outing." She explained.

"Yeah, no, that'd be awesome." Saitama agreed, making her smile again. "By the way, didn't you say you'd make a schedule?" He asked, fairly certain she said something like that.

"Mhm! I've got it right here." Tatsumaki answered as she removed her hat and produced a small black book. "We'll start with a nice walk through a park near here. Next, I'll take us to a café I discovered with delicious sweets and meals perfect for brunch. After that, we'll go to a shopping mall and look around. Maybe we'll purchase some stuff if any of it happens to catch our eye. Finally, we'll close out with a movie that can double as lunch since most theaters serve actual food now. When we're done, we should be able to get back here by three. " She recited.

"Wow. You have it all figured out. Impressive." Saitama complimented her, earning a proud chuckle.

"Of course. I said I'd make a schedule, and I did." Tatsumaki stated as she put the book back in her hat. "So, whenever you're ready, we can head out." She told him.

"Sure. Give me a minute or two to get dressed." Saitama requested.

Nodding in reply, Tatsumaki watched him return to his bedroom. As he did, she adorned her hat once again. All the while, her mouth formed an excited and happy smile.


A Short While Later, In The Nearest Park...


Saitama and Tatsumaki were very contrasting people. Whether in personality or taste. This couldn't have been better represented than by their outfit choices. Tatsumaki's made her beautiful, maybe even cute depending on the perception. If you didn't know who she was, you'd never know it was the fearsome Tornado of Terror walking through the lovely scenery.

Then there was Saitama. Ignoring his trademark simple-looking face, the man's attire flawlessly matched his personality. Bright red hoodie. Denim jeans. Sneakers. He gave off the impression of a laid-back and fairly chill person. An accurate summary of Saitama.

But of the many things the duo did have in common, not caring what people thought about them was one. If any people were around, which there weren't, they'd ignore comments or confused glances as they walked beside each other. They focused on enjoying each other's company and the park's serenity.

"One of the perks of City Z," Tatsumaki commented as she looked around. "It has a population, but they're fairly spread out. And even with you here, no one wants to be in or near Ghost Town. It's so quiet here." She described.

"Yeah. Who would've thought that constant monster attacks would be good somehow?" Saitama agreed. "Although ignoring the Seafolk stuff, there haven't been many monsters lately. That allowed the crowds to form outside my old building more easily." He mentioned.

"A nuisance of the past," Tatsumaki replied with a smile. "Now, you just have the rest of S-Class, Association employees, my sister, and her cronies to annoy you." She said, making him chuckle.

"I don't know. Annoy might be too strong. Like I said before, you guys being here doesn't bother me." Saitama corrected. "Even if you get to be a handful sometimes, you're nowhere near as bad as the public." He added.

"Wow. Such a nice thing to say to your neighbor as she walks beside you." Tatsumaki joked.

The pair continued to walk for a bit longer before arriving at a bench. Thankfully, whoever's job it was to tend to this park kept everything clean. So, when they sat down, Tatsumaki didn't need to worry about ruining her clothes.

"Ah. This is nice." Saitama sighed with a smile. "I...think the last time I came here was when I was training." He said.

"What? Really?" Tatsumaki questioned, genuinely surprised by that. "You've had this beautiful park practically ALL to yourself, and you haven't taken advantage of that?" She asked.

"Ignoring the existence of my stalkers, fans, reporters, Etc. When did I ever have enough free time to come here?" Saitama started as he rested his arms on the bench's back. "Even though I'm not called on all too often, so much still occupies my time. As the head of S-Class, there are Association meetings I don't NEED to participate in, but I still do so I don't come across as skirting my responsibilities. Then, there's S-Class itself. When I'm not playing games with King, one of you wants me for something. You want to train or fight together. Silver Fang, Atomic Samurai, Flashy Flash, Superalloy, and Tanktop all want me to learn their techniques and styles. Bad and Zenko want to hang out since we are good friends. Zombieman, Drive Knight, and Metal Knight want my input on important matters. Isamu wants to make cool gadgets for me. I'm also pretty sure he wants to build me a mech suit or something along those lines. Then there's Genos, who just got added, who I still need to mentor. I'll probably get started on that sometime this week. My time's still being used elsewhere, even without the public. Not much wiggle room for personal luxuries like a day at the park." He explained.

For a moment, there was silence. Saitama assumed Tatsumaki was just considering her response. In reality, she was feeling a little guilty. She knew he said he WANTED to do this. But it had never occurred to her how little Saitama got to enjoy himself BY himself. Most likely, neither did the others, except for King.

"...Saitama." Tatsumaki began, lightly gripping her clothes. "You DO want to be here, right? I'm...not monopolizing your time?" She inquired.

"What? No. Of course not." Saitama replied with a smile. "This is great, Tatsumaki. I mean it. A nice day out with a good friend? I couldn't ask for something better." He assured her.

Hearing that helped Tatsumaki breathe easily again. She also made a mental note to tell the others to pull back a little. Saitama deserved to have time to himself.

"Alright, then," Tatsumaki spoke while standing. "We should finish up our walk and head for the café." She suggested.

"Sounds good," Saitama responded, also standing.

With their brief bench rest over, the duo resumed traversing the park. As it had been thus far, the remainder of their time here was enjoyed. Not a complaint to be found in either of them.


Later, At The Mall...


Not much happened during brunch. Not because things had gotten awkward between Saitama and Tatsumaki or because they had nothing to discuss. Both were simply too lost in the flavor of their meal. Yet, even in mostly silence, they still enjoyed each other's company.

But with their stomachs sufficiently sated, the duo went to the largest shopping center within City Z. At last, there were people. Yet, it was still City Z, so it was a small amount. Not that either of them was complaining, especially not the Tornado of Terror.

"So, what should we look at first?" Saitama asked as they walked side-by-side through the building.

"...I...know how weird this is going to sound..." Tatsumaki started, avoiding eye contact due to embarrassment. "But...could we...look at games first?..." She requested.

"..." Saitama's eyes were wide. His brain was trying to process what she had just said.

"You don't have to look so stunned!" Tatsumaki exclaimed with a light slap to his arm. Getting her request out was hard enough; she didn't need him making a big deal of it!

"I just...never expected you to be interested in video games," Saitama admitted.

"I'm not. But you are, and I want to see why you and King get so excited about them." Tatsumaki explained.

"Why?" Saitama questioned.

"Because that's what friends do, isn't it?!" Tatsumaki challenged. "They try their friends' hobbies to see if it's something they can enjoy together." She reasoned.

"Hm, yeah, that makes sense." Saitama agreed. "But if we look at something I care about, we should do the same with you." He said as he looked at her. "So, what're you into that I'm not?" He inquired.

"...I'm sorry in advance if this is an insult..." Tatsumaki began with an apology. "But...do you read books? And NO, manga does NOT count!" She asked.

"..." Saitama was silent. He struggled to think of a time when his reading materials weren't manga.

"Alright. Then, that'll do." Tatsumaki decided. "I'll give video games a shot, and you'll read a book I recommend. Sound fair?" She proposed.

"Sure." Saitama accepted. "I don't doubt you'll pick something good, considering your taste." He added.

"Hmph, damn right." Tatsumaki proudly agreed. She DID have impeccable taste.

With a course chosen, the duo went to the game store within the mall. City Z wasn't a massive shopping-focused metropolis even before becoming mostly vacant. The few stores within it that were dedicated to games were all quite big. The one inside this mall was by far the biggest. And it is for that reason a certain person was browsing its wares.

"Hm?" Saitama stopped at the entrance as he and Tatsumaki entered.

"Something wrong?" Tatsumaki inquired, unsure of why they stopped.

"..." Saitama was silent for a few seconds, debating what to do. "...Oh, no. A monster is in the mall. Run for your lives." He calmly spoke.

Tatsumaki, with a bewildered expression, just stared at him. The staff and other patrons in the store ignored him; each focused on something. He intentionally didn't speak with any authority or energy to not cause an actual panic. However, as he anticipated, the mere mention of a monster made the person he kept his eyes on stiffen at one specific word: Monster.

"Ah-ha. I knew it was you." Saitama said with a smile as he approached the person. It was a rather tall gentleman who wore a baseball cap and...

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Tatsumaki's expression changed. Along with it, her aura. Of all times for them to run into someone, it had to be today. And it HAD to be the ONE person closest to Saitama.

"Dude, that wasn't cool." A deep voice spoke as its owner turned to face Saitama. Baseball cap. Sunglasses. Face mask. Tatsumaki didn't need to be psychic to know this person's identity.

"Sorry. I just knew that'd get a reaction out of you." Saitama apologized when he reached him. "Plus, I didn't want to say your name out loud. It might cause an uproar." He added.

"That's funny coming from you." The man joked while putting his hands into his pockets. "So, you decided to do some game shopping too? You should've told me; we could've made a day out of it." He asked.

"Nope. It wasn't me." Saitama started before pointing at the entrance. "It was her idea. She wants to give games a shot because I'm into them." He explained.

The man's vision followed Saitama's direction. When it did, the man stiffened again. Furthermore, he felt a cold shiver go up his spine. The glare he was receiving was the same as a predator whose territory had been intruded.

"...Huh..." The man slowly said, unable to break his gaze away from Tatsumaki. "...Is...she wearing...different clothes?..." He managed to inquire, noticing her attire.

"Surprising, right?" Saitama rhetorically asked. "We're spending the day together. That's why she's wearing something new." He explained.

"...Wait..." The man began, the cogs of his mind turning. "Have...you done anything else before coming here?" He asked.

"Mhm. We started with a walk in the park, and then we had brunch." Saitama answered.

"..." The man now stared at Saitama. Behind his glasses and mask, an expression of disbelief. "...Saitama...what do you think this is?..." He inquired.

"A day out with a friend," Saitama stated. When he did, the man noticed a brief change in Tatsumaki's face. It was so quick that he would've never known it had happened without noticing it. It almost looked like...sadness? Disappointment?

"..." The man was silent again, this time to think. "...Saitama. When you're done with Tatsumaki, could you stop by my place?" He requested.

"Sure. Got a new game for us to try?" Saitama guessed.

"Yeah. Plus, I'd like to talk with you about something." The man replied before walking past him.

"Huh? Where are you going?" Saitama asked. "You haven't bought anything yet." He pointed out.

"I'm having it all delivered. This place does that." The man lied. He did so because he knew his continued presence would only further disrupt this "day out" with a "friend".

"Oh. Okay. Well, see ya later." Saitama bid farewell. "Come on, Tatsumaki. Let's look around." He said, gesturing the Esper to come inside.

As the man left the store intending to go home, he heard something. However, it wasn't audible. Yet, It didn't cause him to stop. Rather, it made him smile as he went on his way.

"Thank you, King."


Far Later, In the Afternoon...


The remainder of the day went without any more surprises or unexpected encounters. Saitama gave Tatsumaki a glimpse into the wonderful world of gaming. Afterward, she took him to a bookstore and expanded his view beyond the manga section. Then, as planned, the duo spent their lunch and the next few hours watching a movie.

The food the theater served was good. The film they saw was even better. Nothing exceptional or revolutionary. A simple action-oriented flick that accomplished what it set out to do. And, as a bonus, there was no one else there. So, the pair enjoyed each other's commentary throughout the movie.

When it was over, Saitama and Tatsumaki walked through the park again on their way home. There was no conversation, but there didn't need to be. This whole day was mainly about them being in the company of someone they liked and trusted. It was a comforting experience for both.

Eventually, they arrived at their apartment building. When the duo reached the elevators, they took separate ones so each could go to their floor immediately. But before ending this wonderful day, they said their goodbyes and agreed to do this again as soon as possible.

Now separated, Tatsumaki and Saitama presumably went home. But, in truth, each had a different destination. Granted, for the latter, this WAS known. It's not as if Tatsumaki had gone deaf during Saitama's conversation with that man back in the game store. But as for hers, it was a mystery.

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Knock Knock

"Coming!"

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"Tatsumaki?"

Well, now, this was unexpected. Although they shared a floor, Fubuki never anticipated her sister would visit so suddenly. Additionally, her sister wasn't wearing her usual black dress. Instead, she wore a very carefully crafted attire. The kind one might use for a...oh.

"Before you say anything." Tatsumaki started to prevent her sibling from speaking. "I'm not here to taunt or brag. I'd just like to talk to someone about today. You're the only person I'd feel comfortable with. But if it's too weird for you, I'll understand." She said.

...Wow. The rare softer side of the Tornado of Terror. Fubuki and Tatsumaki may butt heads here and there, but they were still family. More than that, they cared about each other.

"Of course," Fubuki responded as she stepped aside. "Come in. Take a seat." She invited.

Tatsumaki entered the apartment and headed straight for the couch. Upon reaching it, she plopped onto the comfortable furniture. She didn't seem upset or saddened. It appeared more like exhaustion.

"Is everything alright?" Fubuki asked while closing the door. "Did something happen that ruined your day? Or did it not go as you thought it would?" She added while approaching the couch.

"Nope. The worst thing that happened was running into King. But he left so me and Saitama could be alone. I thanked him as he left. It was nice of him." Tatsumaki answered. "As for the day itself, it went as I planned. We went where I wanted and did the things I wanted. I've got no complaints about that." She said as her sister sat down.

"Then why do you look like the wind got knocked out of you?" Fubuki inquired.

"Because I loved today. It was perfect. But it was only between friends." Tatsumaki replied.

Ah. Yeah, that checks out. Fubuki now fully understood what her sister was going through. She had experienced this multiple times in the past with Saitama. Moments that she hoped might lead to something more or be the slightest bit romantic, only to end with nothing changing. It took a LOT out of you, even someone like her sister.

"Is he ever going to figure it out?" Tatsumaki asked, but not directly to her sibling. She was putting the question in the air for them to ponder. "Do we just need to come out and say it? Is that the only way he'll realize what's happening?" She added.

"I've considered that myself," Fubuki admitted. "We're all adults. A straightforward confession wouldn't be a big deal. However, it's the nature of our situation. You and I aren't women who happen to know each other. We're sisters. That's why neither of us has done that. We want him to choose so it doesn't feel like we backstabbed the other." She said.

"Right. But how LONG will it take him?" Tatsumaki questioned as she stared up at the ceiling. "Despite what I say when others are around, the man's not an idiot. So, why hasn't he figured out? He should've picked up on SOMETHING by now!" She exclaimed.

"I agree. It is odd." Fubuki responded. "However, from what I know about Saitama's past, it's not as if he was mister popularity. He was little more than a nobody. Before he became a hero and eventually the strongest person in the world, no one noticed him. That would include anyone with a romantic interest. So, it could just be a lack of experience. No prior crushes or girlfriends." She suggested.

"...I...suppose that would do it..." Tatsumaki replied with a sigh. "It's not as if we're rolling around in experience." She admitted.

"True. I don't know if I've ever felt the way I do about him with anyone else." Fubuki confessed.

"The same for me," Tatsumaki said with another sigh. "Still, we can't keep doing this to ourselves. We need to do SOMETHING." She told her.

"...How about this." Fubuki began as an idea struck her. "We wait until all of this non-human business settles, which will be a while, but it'll give us more time to spend with Saitama without feeling like we're in a race. We'll confront him once the world returns to normalcy, and he still hasn't figured it out and made a choice. From there, it'll be in Saitama's hands." She suggested.

"...I...guess that's most fair..." Tatsumaki agreed. "But when we confront him, I'd like us to still have a chance to win him over. I know it's petty, but the idea that he chooses you over me just...doesn't sit well. I'm sorry." She requested, ending with an apology.

"No, it's completely understandable. I feel the same way." Fubuki assured her as she looked at her lap. "I want him to choose me more than anything. If there's a chance I can convince him to, I want to take it." She said.

"Alright, then. It's set." Tatsumaki stated before standing up. "Thanks for talking with me about this, Fubuki." She told her.

"Anytime. I mean that." Fubuki replied. "Plus, I would like to talk to you more when we're not struggling with our feelings." She added, making her sister chuckle.

"Likewise. We'll have to set some time aside for it." Tatsumaki responded before leaving the apartment.


Elsewhere In The Building...


"YOU KNOW?!" King yelled in shock, utterly stunned by this revelation.

As promised, Saitama came to his best friend's dwelling after his day with Tatsumaki. King invited his bestie in with a video game ready and snacks prepared. He figured it'd be easier to talk about this if they relaxed and had fun. However, Saitama dropped a massive bombshell of a question after getting started on the first level.

"So, out of curiosity, is this about Tatsumaki's feelings for me?"

And so, now, the game was paused. Saitama was the one who did it since King's brain was exploding. He didn't want them to lose any lives as his best bud processed the information.

"Just saying, you might want to close your mouth. Your tongue could dry out, which isn't good." Saitama advised as he took a sip of his beverage.

"...YOU. KNOW." King repeated, this time as a statement.

"Yup," Saitama confirmed with a nod. "Also, you should probably keep it down. If anyone heard you, it could cause trouble." He told him.

"Uh...right..." King muttered, still trying to make sense of this. "Saitama, how long...when did you..." He tried to form a question, but his brain wasn't cooperating.

"Since she started acting differently toward me," Saitama replied, worsening his friend's shock. "...Actually, that's not accurate. Tatsumaki was subtle at the start, same with Fubuki, but they've gotten a bit bolder as time has passed." He said.

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"...Fubuki?..." King questioned before his eyes shot wide open again. "Y...You know about her, too?..." He asked.

Before responding, Saitama turned to face his buddy and looked him dead in the eyes. This was a serious face moment.

"My head might be smooth, King, but my brain isn't." Saitama began. "I didn't know instantly. As I said, it took me a bit to catch on. But even someone like me, who is usually late to know what's happening, could figure out the truth. This entire time I've played the fool. In reality, I've known all along." He stated.

"But...if that's true...then how come you've never said or done anything about it?" King inquired.

"If it were just Tatsumaki, I would've. The same goes for Fubuki. Unfortunately, they're not just my close friends but also sisters. I don't know how they developed feelings for me. That part is still a mystery. However, when I realized what was going on with them, I knew I had to be careful. I know I'm at the center of this, but again, they're sisters. I've been hoping that they'd work it out themselves. Not because I want to avoid dealing with it but because I could cause a tear between them. More than that, I could lose someone I care about. If I haphazardly did something, it could cause a fight and awful tension between us. I don't want that. I don't want to hurt either of them or lose either one. The same goes for me wanting to ensure two sisters don't have a falling out because the guy they're into doesn't choose them. Overall, this situation sucks. What am I supposed to do? I've been asking myself that this entire time." Saitama explained, ending with a question.

For a few moments, King pondered that question in silence. Honestly, he had no answer. He couldn't even offer helpful advice. Saitama was right; this situation did suck, and neither of them knew the best way to deal with it. They weren't playboys. They never had a serious relationship. This was an area neither had any knowledge or experience.

"...I'm sorry, Saitama." King apologized with a sigh. "I didn't consider how difficult this was from your perspective. It is a precarious problem, and neither of us knows what to do." He said. "Even so, this can't go on for much longer. It's like a powder keg ready to explode." He told him.

"I know. I genuinely believed they'd sort it out before it got this far." Saitama confessed, sighing as well. "But now isn't a good time to deal with it. When things finally calm down, I'll deal with it. Even if I'm no closer to knowing the right way to handle this." He promised.

"And I'll be right there with you. I'll have your back." King assured him. "Just...protect me if things start getting thrown. Or If I get picked up and am ABOUT to be thrown." He requested.

"Sure, man. Thanks." Saitama replied with a chuckle. No matter what, he could always rely on King to be there for him.

After that, the men resumed their gaming session. They DESPERATELY needed it after dealing with that.