The Strongest Hero | 最強の主人公 | Saitama

/ 33 / 55K Special /

Wow, so this book reached 55 thousand reads and that makes me so happy, I'm really happy about the comments I read and when people compliment my writing or my books it makes my day 500 times better, thank you so much and I'm happy you guys enjoyed reading this.

I had no idea what I should've wrote on this so I ranged from like three different ideas and kept going xx

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Waking up from a deep slumber, after stretching and yawning, you stood from the futon on the floor when you had noticed that Saitama was already awake. Looking behind you out the window, you observed the sun shining in the sky, the clock read 10:12am.

A messy arrangment of clothes were thrown into a mountain and beside them was a less messy pile with a few pieces of your clothes folded. In the mountain, there was no yellow hero suit to be seen. Sighing, you had once again gotten out of bed alone and walked through the doorway to be welcomed with a old and lonely apartment.

The blinds were open, most likely due to Genos' appreciated kindness and the television was on with a low volume as some infomercial played on repeat for weight losing supplements. Frozen in your spot, you had straightened your bed hair with your fingers and looked down, staring at your stomach with discontent.

"It's too early for this.."

Shaking your head to yourself, you headed for the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, careful about how much you stared at the mirror where your reflection stood; showing the flaws you didn't want to see.

It wasn't often that this happened, it was a little like a roller coaster of emotions swirling inside you. One day you'd feel on top of the world and not care about anything but yourself but then within the next week, you'd wake up feeling like you should've stayed in bed and not bothered, hating the way you felt and feeling disgusted by the way you looked. 

Being lucky enough for Saitama to never actually ask you what was wrong, you could always brush it off as a stomach ache and he'd offer a small, sweet smile and pet your head too, telling you to feel better.

Turning around, the bathroom door was shut behind you as you made your way to the kitchen to tend to your grumbling stomach. The television continued on, the telephone number slowly moving across the bottom of the screen, flashing for attention and the female voice kept going on and on,

'Buy 2 bottles and get another free!'

'Want to feel happy waking up everyday? Here's how!'

'Tired of looking in the mirror and not liking what you see?'

The box of chocolate cereal in your grasp was loosened to rest on the bench where you stared, flipping it over to read the ingredients; the calories and sugars. Suddenly, you weren't hungry but another sudden sound caught your attention when the door was being opened roughly where groaning was heard in the doorway.

Heading to the hall where the front door was, you had tilted your head around the wall to catch sight of Genos. There were small glipmses of lights on him, flashing as screws and small bits of metal fell to the floor as a quarter of his head was almost gone.

His face was stoic and he looked like he was holding his breath, grabbing onto the man beside him who groaned with a cringe on his face. Taking a good look at Saitama, there was a lot of blood. The red liquid ran over his forehead and over his eyebrows too. His suit was ripped with blood tainting the hero suit and his skin was glistening but also red as he was in pain.

"Genos, put him on the couch."

Saitama looked at you but he didn't say anything when Genos did as he was told. As he did so, you had rushed back to the bathroom to grab the first- aid kit under the sink in the cupboard. Walking back to the two, you had tied your hair up to sit with Saitama was he rested sprawled along the couch. He moved, holding in a groan and settled his head upon your lap, he smiled.