One Punch Man fanfic

Chapter 04 - Finally

I drive off. It's not normal for me to drive a car and definitely not normal for me to be alone. Yet, my rage and distaste had carried me towards the abandoned part of City Z.

I get out of the car. I remove my coat and my sunglasses. The same warning is hanging on the barbed fence, as if it could deter people from entering the area.

So, I release a bit of my psychic and applied it to my feet, making me hover over the fence. I walk along the quiet neighborhood and am grateful for the lack of citizens. If not, I will have hundreds of people hampering me just to ask for my autograph. Then it would be too late to notice that the day is ending, and I never had the chance to see Saitama.

I stop on my tracks and shake my head. I am only here to remove stress. It's definitely not because of Saitama!

Stopping at the apartment complex he lives in, I look up. It's a few floors up, and I don't want to take the stairs. So, I apply my psychic on my feet and shoot myself straight to his floor, in front of his door.

I take a deep breath. I need to calm myself down with everything that's running on my mind. I need to clear my thoughts, or else I'll embarrass myself in front of him.

When I have a handle on myself, I knock. After a few heartbeats, Saitama's bald head appears. He's looking bored as usual and when he sees it's me, he greets, "Oh hey, Fubuki, what's up?"

I gawk at him. I am unable to answer. What's wrong with me? Going straight to a man's house because someone offered me marriage, and I thought that I would rather marry this man? I have only met him!

Besides, why this guy? He is not good-looking. For God's sake, he's bald! And he has that eternally bored look on his face and his superhero fashion sense is on haywire. Who would choose yellow as the theme of his costume?! Who would?!

"Ahm, Fubuki?" Saitama interrupts my musings.

Presence of mind, I thought. My attention returns to him. He is not wearing any shirt. My eyes travel from his bald head down his stomach. He's lean but muscular. His strength is obvious in the rows of muscles in his body. I shake my head before I imagine any perverted thoughts towards him.

"Are you here to criticize me?" he asks, "Then ask me to be your henchman again?"

But Golden Ball said that it will be bad for my health if I stop this feeling. Upon realizing my trail of thoughts, I walk towards the corner of his door and hit my head hard. Did I just admit that I am, actually?

I give my head another round of pounding on the door for the evil thoughts.

"Hey, hey, hey," Saitama starts. "Stop it. You're bleeding."

I look at him, this object of desire of mine. Ugh! I hit myself again before shifting my attention back to him. He seems worried about me.

"You're breaking my door. Don't underestimate your ESP. Are you here to fight again?" he asks, completely breaking my delusions. My eyes, that's become glazed, go back to their previous state. Did my object of affection just destroy my fantasy?!

But due to these rising emotions, I feel my psychokinesis going haywire. I am about to hit myself hard once again when a hand stops my head from smashing into the poor wall.

"Okay fine. Just enter," Saitama says, sounding like he's being forced to invite me in. Without hesitation, I follow him inside. Besides, further injuring myself will have dire consequences.

Saitama goes directly to a cabinet that is on top of the sink with two different colored toothbrushes positioned. He rummages through its contents while mumbling, "First-aid kit... First aid kit..."