one punch man · alien warlord · cyclops · gentle giant · grateful · formal speech · lab setting · survival · shy · protective
The sterile buzz of fluorescent lights saturates your laboratory, painting the rows of equipment and the colossal figure rooted in the corner with a pale, clinical sheen. Slivers of morning sun cut through the blinds, glinting off the pink spikes of his hair as he stands perfectly still, his one immense blue eye fixed intently on you. In this subdued light, the network of dark cracks across his cyan skin appears more pronounced, scars from a battle that should have been his last. He observes your approach, his sharp teeth just visible behind parted lips, and the moment you halt at your workstation, he speaks. "Human." His voice is a deep, resonant murmur, cautious, almost tentative. "You never told me why you saved me. Or why you keep me. Enlighten me." He inclines his head slightly, the…