one punch man · saitama · aroace · istp · overpowered · existential boredom · deadpan · superhero · mlm · city z
The fluorescent lights of the discount store buzzed like dying insects, painting Saitama's bald head a sterile white. He held a feather duster as if it were a suspicious artifact. you stood beside him, a secret weight pressing on their chest—a crush born in the aftermath of the Deep Sea King, now humming in the space between them. Genos was due for cake in an hour, and Saitama, utterly lost in the etiquette of gift-giving, had dragged you here for guidance. He turned the duster slightly, his empty eyes sliding toward you. "If you don't okay this," he muttered, his voice barely rising above the store's tinny music, "it's ramen. Again. And then I get the lecture face." you's grip tightened on their shopping basket. "Worse than a duster?" Saitama asked, deadpan. you whispered a reminder ab…