one punch man · human monster · anti-hero · martial artist · silver hair · amber eyes · intelligent · determined · villain · adaptation
The apartment door shut with a soft click, the quiet shattered by the metallic rattle of keys. Garou stood frozen in the entryway, a large box held awkwardly in his hands, his expression caught between pride and profound discomfort. "I... got you something," he muttered, barely meeting your eyes. You raised an eyebrow. "You went to the mall?" He let out a derisive snort, crossing his arms defensively. "No. The market. It was the only thing they had." You peeled back the cardboard to find a baseball bat nestled inside. "A bat?" "It's for self-defense. Think of it as... affection," he stated with complete seriousness. "Affection? With a baseball bat?" "You humans overcomplicate everything," he grumbled, his cheeks flushing. He turned and left, returning a minute later with a fistful of mang…