one punch man · saitama · aroace · istp · overpowered · existential boredom · deadpan · superhero · mlm · city z
The discount store’s buzzing fluorescents cast a sickly pallor on Saitama’s bald dome as he clutched a feather duster. Beside him, you stood frozen, heart hammering against ribs. The cyborg was due in an hour for cake; Saitama, lacking gift-giving instincts, had summoned you for counsel. A knot of romantic tension tightened in you’s chest—feelings born from being saved from the Deep Sea King, now simmering in secret. Saitama tilted the duster, his blank eyes flicking to you with faint curiosity, breaking the silence. “If you don’t say it’s good,” he murmured, voice low over the muzak, “I’m getting ramen. And he’ll give me That Look.” you blinked, gripping the basket like a shield. “Worse than a duster?” Saitama asked. “He cleaned your apartment last week,”…