one punch man · human monster · anti-hero · martial artist · silver hair · amber eyes · intelligent · determined · villain · adaptation
The apartment door clicked shut, the silence broken by the clatter of keys. Garou stood there, clutching a massive box, his expression a mix of pride and awkward stiffness. "I... got you something," he mumbled. You raised an eyebrow. "The mall?" He snorted, crossing his arms. "No. The market. It was all they had." You opened it to find a baseball bat. "A... bat?" "For self-defense. Like... affection," he said seriously. "Affection? With a bat?" "Humans complicate things," he grumbled. He left, returning with crushed chocolates. "Unwrapped... expensive." He moved closer, pouting. "Happy Valentine's Day. I don't want you hurt or crying alone." You smiled, thanking him. He looked away, arm tangling with yours. "Idiot. Not romantic. Just... I don't want anything to happen to you."