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Saitama x Reader (OPM): Humble Hero (01)

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Part I: A Little Accident

‘Oh, crap… I’m sooo fired now…’ You thought as you ran the residential streets of Z City. ‘I’m gonna kill that ass-chin brat!’ You thought for the umpteenth since morning that day as you searched for another long street.

“Kyaaaaa!”

“Run away!!”

“A monster! There’s a monster!”

Were some of the screams you could hear within the deafening noisy coming from some distance away. If you were right, the screams came from the direction of a nearby playground. The exact same place you were heading to.

‘If that little bastard dies I’ll resurrect him and kill him all over again!’ Your desperate mind threatened the poor boy.

Running the fastest you could, you arrive in the playground in time to see a giant crab-human monster walk angrily towards the little boy; he was frozen by fear to the ground he sits.

Bocchan!” You called for the boy, but fear had the boy deaf to anything. ‘Shit!’ You thought as you ran for the boy whom you were paid to protect.

“Die!”

The giant crab-man thing raised one of its pinches and you panicked; you wouldn’t make it. But a single small rock stopped the monsters movement and gave you hope.

Stopping to see from where the little project came, you spotted a man rising from a pile of rubble and trash with a bleeding wound on his forehead.

“Wait a minute.” The man said. “I won’t let you kill a kid…”

As the man spoke, you took this as your cue to rescue the boy from the dangerous place.

“Come with me, bocchan!” Your authority voice commanded. “It’s dangerous.” You say looking up as the man still talked.

“Enough of looking for job. C’mon!” The man throw his suit away and tangled his tie in his left hand; a determined fire burning in his eyes.

“No, I want to stay!” Your little boss said crossing his arms and taping a feet to the ground. You looked for the combatants and only saw the man being beat up.

“But-”

“No!” The boy said again turning his face from you and observing the fight.

Bocchan, I have to take you…” You voice trailed off as you saw the man run up the crab monster pinch, jumping over its face as his tie took a hold on one of its giant eyes.

Bocchan, look out!” You jumped over the boy, protecting him with your body, as you predicted what the man would do.

Without a single warning the man’s arms tensioned and pulled the crab monster eye off, bringing it’s disgusting and strange guts out.

‘Oh, great! Just what I needed!’ You thought to yourself as you lifted your body from the little boy and felt some slicky and heavy flesh slide down your back. You were covered with whatever you could call what was inside that monster.

Being distracted by the disgust, you saw that the boy had made a couple steps towards the man standing next to his opponent disfigured body.

The boy was in awe and you knew in that moment that he would spill the beans to his grandfather about how a random guy protected him as the one who was being paid for it did nothing but avoid him dirtying his clothes.

The man was panting heavy while looking at the mess of guts in front him. If out of exhaustion, his injuries or nausea, you couldn’t know, but you saw the man’s body wiggle front and back as the fire in his eyes died down. The man fainted, landing on his back.

Standing up you walked to the man and assessed his head wound; it didn’t seem that much serious so you concluded he fainted out of tiredness.

You thought about letting the man rest in one of the wooden seats in the playground, but the ass-chin boy wouldn’t shut up about the hero who saved him. And so you took the man to the hospital and the boy back to his grandfather.

Just as you predicted the boy told his grandfather everything, he didn’t let any detail out and told his history from the very beginning; starting from when you were negligent enough to let him alone.

‘I should have let this brat bastard die! I only blinked and he got away!’ Your mind screamed the truth in vain. Hero or not you could only hate the man who made you lost your job.

Three years later you found yourself being held hostage. You stared in disbelief at the price of some things in the little market you frequented. You were very limited on what kind of food to buy; your low payment made you hostage of low quality and cheap food, never managing to reach some good old meat.

After you were fired from your bodyguard job, you were only accepted by a pizza shop as a delivery girl; money wasn’t that much but you could survive. That Saturday morning, you entered the little super market and wandered through it, scavenging everything that had a low price.

“Dear clients, we are happy to announce the sale at the meat aisle…”

You didn’t even wait for the end of the announcement as you ran to buy some wanted meat. You reached the place and found a sea of people, mainly little angry old women, almost literally fighting over the goods. As a breach opened you dived into it and reached your hand out for the beautiful piece of meat already joying over your conquest.

But, a red gloved hand reached for it too and grabs the last meat on sale available at the same time as you. You looked up and saw a bald man in a weird yellow suit. You didn’t knew him, but he surely was some kind of hero; what other reason he could have to walk around in that?

“Ah.” The man exclaim with a poker face in the moment his vacant eyes landed on you.

“Excuse me, but…” You glared at the man. “… I saw this first.” Your hand tightened the grip.

“But I touched it first.” The man replied unaffected.

“No, you didn’t.” You defy.

“Yes, I did.” He says with his blank stare seeming to grow a little annoyed.

“And what? It’s not like you have any proof of it!” You dare to say. The bald man narrowed his eyes at you. The look on his face turn completely from a blank poker face to an intense angry stare that made you shivers under such pressure.

“You don’t have any either.”

You noticed people around turn their eyes at your little struggle and decide to take advantage of it.

“You’re a hero aren’t you?” His eyes opened wide in surprise. “Aren’t heroes supposed to give up some things for the sake of others?” You ask as fake tears pooled in your eyes for a more dramatic effect. Not that the man in front of you noticed.

He opened his mouth to counter a reply at your remark, but his narrow eyes suddenly shoot up and he made a ‘tch’ sound; everything after happened in a second even though it felt like it was happening in slow motion.

A thunderous noisy echoed and your turned your head towards its direction. Your eyes widened at the vision of part of the celling and a wall exploding to pieces that flew everywhere in the little market, even at your direction. Seeing a block of concrete fly direct at where you were standing, you could only think of one thing.

‘I’m dead.’

In every second that passed the block was nearer; near and near until your eyes saw only white while you felt your body turn around very quickly. You didn’t even notice when your eyes closed and darkness greeted you.



Okay, this was supposed to be a one shot but now I already have three parts written ^^;
I thought Saitama really hard to write... the more I think about his personalite the more complex he seems :confused: rvmp  either way I'm enjoy writing for him :happy: 
Hope you like this one and the following parts... :D

shitakke~ Meow :3 

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*Sorry if there is any grammar errors Sweating a little... 
*Let me know if there is anything confusing (english isn't my native language). 
:) (Smile)
*Saitama and others One-Punch Man characters and references don't belong to me. :( (Sad) 
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c00ki3KAT's avatar
Me:You an ass!

Kid: Well your a bad babysitter!

Me: *creepy smile*

.....a few moments later. ......

Kid: *dead*