The Strongest Hero | 最強の主人公 | Saitama

The Modern Ninja

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It was about nine in the morning and Saitama had fallen asleep on the couch the previous night after he put his precious groceries away. He aggravated you immensely with his unending snoring and you had to put the television on to drown out the sounds but he could've woken up the whole apartment building if he wanted to. He had a snot bubble which no matter how hard you stared at it with narrowed eyes, wouldn't freakin' pop! It was only taunting you, increasing in size as the bald hero exhaled and decreased when he inhaled.

The news had just came on when it interrupted the show you were watching before you were unconsciously staring at the sleeping man but nothing happened, that was until the man became wide awake- shaking with chills as he screamed as if he had experienced his worst nightmare.

"DON'T COME ASKING TO PLAY ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS WITH A BOOGER ON YOUR FINGER!!!"

You laughed. The man watched you as he was emotionless and recovering from that so called 'nightmare' and you couldn't stop laughing, doubled over as you clutched your stomach that was tensed because of the chokes of laughter escaping you. Tears were present in your eyes and you had to wipe them away which gave Saitama enough time to smile at the sight and sound of your laughter, then to have his face back to blank before you saw.

You opened your eyes and saw Saitama, still and watching you with curious eyes as he questioned himself in his mind- afraid to speak out, 'Is she okay now?'

"What are you looking at!?"

You snapped with furrowed brows. Saitama's eyes widened in shock at your angry retort which led him to quickly turn his head to watch the news as he thought to himself, 'Nope. Still mad.'

You almost scolded yourself for your mistake, you were supposed to be mad at him so he could learn his lesson. It wasn't okay for him to forget about you, while you were injured as well! He would definitely have to work harder to earn your forgiveness, that's for sure.

"That bald bastard LEFT ME BEHIND?!"

You 'tsk'ed' and got comfortable on the couch, sliding over to the far end which was furtherest away from Saitama and he only stared at you silently with creased eyebrows. You kept to yourself, crossing your arms tightly around your body as your legs were curled under your bottom. You had already eaten food and gotten changed out of your pyjamas and you already knew what was coming now.

"..Uh..hm.. So uh, Breakfast..?"

He sounded so feeble and child-like you almost laughed. Almost. You felt quite proud when you didn't even crack a smile, even better than saying anything to him. But enough of that- something even better was on the news and it took Saitama's attention straight away.

"Today news revolves around a new found terrorist group who call themselves the 'Paradisers,' these unemployed men have an objective to be free of work and obtain free food and necessities."

"These men are lead by a B-class criminal named Hammerhead and they are all bald which makes them look much more intimidating."

"HUH?" He sprung up, his pyjamas dishevelled and half his buttons undone on his shirt, he was shocked and you couldn't help but giggle which made Saitama smile a bit before he thought of his current predicament. Saitama could be mistaken for one of these 'Paradisers' and you couldn't help but laugh at his misfortune.

"I spend so much time as a hero but if they keep acting up i'm going to be thought of as a villain."

He muttered to himself, you only watched in amusement, staring as he ran straight into his bedroom to change into his yellow hero suit. He yelled, "Get changed!" Before realising he was just a late sleeper and you were already dressed for the day in your casual jeans shorts and blue sleeveless shirt.

You hadn't moved from your spot when Saitama ran out and towards the door to go out and defend himself and his reputation. You automatically thought he was going to run out without a second thought but he surprised you when he turned and gestured towards the door with a tiny smirk on his smug-looking face. You smiled, it wasn't supposed to happen but Saitama just had that effect on you and you jumped from your seat, fast-walking towards him as you exclaimed, "You're carrying me though!" To which he only mumbled, "Wouldn't have it any other way." Maybe you weren't supposed to hear that by the way both of your cheeks seemed to burn a tiny bit.

Saitama and yourself and made it to the heart of the city where people only stared in shock, ran away or screamed at the sigh of a bald-looking terrorist carrying a girl in his arms.
"That terrorist is kidnapping a girl!!"

That made sense now, these people would have to be pretty stupid to assume that every bald man was a terrorist. You could only stare blankly when you heard Saitama arguing with the bystanders as he tried to hopelessly defend himself but he and everyone else went quiet when suddenly a golden turd was blown off of the building of the richest man in the city.

"OH poop!" You exclaimed with a click of your fingers. Saitama sighed down at you but he couldn't deny the small smile he let slip when trying to be the mature one of the two of you. You only cracked a cheeky smile in response, your eyes crinkling closed as your grin grew. Nevertheless Saitama had other things to worry about when it came to defending the people of City Z and when people were stealing his look to terrorise innocent people, he couldn't have that.

And off he ran straight into the sea of trees with you holding onto him for dear life.

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