#I hope Saitama sets him straight

[gofancyninjaworld]

Blast is a mediocre hero

Talk about a controversial opinion! Well, I intend to defend it! With thanks to Eldrich_Void, who heard my rantings out.

This is not an opinion I rushed to. However, it has bothered me a lot that Blast seems to have a real track record for fucking things up. Almost all his endeavours seem to end up cursed in some way.

His evil partner, the ninja village horror he set up, and the way he seems intent on protecting the guy. His estranged son. The two heroes he saved both having serious complexes as a result. The monster he couldn't subdue.

Now that we get to see how he saw the situation on the ground, I think that Flashy Flash's accusing him of being unconscionably hesitant is right.

Under the circumstances, if I were Flash, I'd not trust that pressing that button would summon Blast in a manner timely enough to matter to me.

So, shall we see below the cut?

Before...

So, let's wind back all the way to chapter 165, back when Cosmic Garou landed. Remember then? He had time to pose for the benefit of the heroes gathered...

…then to look at himself, look at the heavens, and thank God for this gift of power.

Then Bang crawled up to Garou to try calling him back to his senses.

It took a while for the situation to ripen.

It's only in the next chapter, with Bang continuing to plead futilely with Garou, that Blast showed up.

Looks like he showed up as soon as he could.

So far, so good. It seemed that Blast came as soon as he could, given whatever else he was busy with. In the current timeline, Saitama came back from the future and punched Garou right when the latter looked up to thank God, so we thought, reasonably, that Blast never had a chance to appear. Case closed.

And looks like he didn't have an opportunity to show up.

But now we see more...

Several chapters have come and gone, and now we have a fuller picture of the event. And now we know that Blast was aware and on scene when Garou unleashed his gamma-ray burst:

Oh, so you were here.

We know too that Blast was on scene when Saitama appeared to punch out Cosmic Garou, before Bang even had a chance to crawl to Garou.

And there!

So Blast had had an opportunity to intervene earlier but did not take any action until after everyone was dropping dead and Bang was using the last of his energy to plead with Garou to come to his senses.

Okay, there's a place for observing the scene before you wade in so as not to make matters worse. As Drive Knight points out, rushing into things without proper analysis is a foolish thing. However, there's one thing I can't overlook. Even if Blast did not want to carelessly jump into a fight, the fact that he was able to reroute Garou's cosmic rays away from the heroes on the ground -- but had not done so originally... that is borderline unforgiveable.

Damn, if you could always do that, you should have done it earlier!

Let me be extremely clear. I don't hold Blast wholly responsible for restoring Empty Void. Yes, his rerouting the now free-floating 'God' powers as well as the cosmic rays to another dimension accidentally fed Void. That was careless, but not incomprehensible: thinking that one's evil ex-partner whom you left more dead than alive 15 years ago might be camping his nasty half-starved body on the other side of the dimensional hole you opened up in order to receive God's powers is not at the top of anyone's mind. What I am holding him responsible for is failing in the first duty of a hero: HELP PEOPLE!!

Now, let's go back to the original timeline. Even before he stepped up to support Bang, he could have rerouted those cosmic rays and saved most of the heroes. But he did not. I don't think he thought of it. Not a good hero instinct. But it gets worse.

Once it was clear that Garou had no intention of leaving the planet or ceasing to kill with his very presence, Genos stepped up, risking his life to buy Blast an opening.

Being a hero to the core. When people are in need, he is there.

However, when he was in danger and it was clear that Garou was fixing to kill him, did Blast step up? No. He just stood there, opened his mouth and bleated 'No.' [1]

And it gets worse still. It's not like Garou ripped Genos's head off to kill him instantly. Garou punched Genos through his center of mass. That was really bad: his upper torso is heavily protected for a reason, but that is not what killed him. We find out afterwards that Genos remembers seeing Garou pull his core out. Even that did not kill him: we've seen from back with the Giant Meteor that while losing his core's functionality will stop him being able to move his body, Genos's life support systems run independently of it. No, what killed him was Garou smashing him down so hard that his head and armor shattered and his blood splattered and ran into the ground, some of it being washed into long runnels by the fallout rain. So Blast stood there and watched while Garou not only struck Genos critically, but mutilated and maimed him to death. It was as if Garou was taunting him to try something heroic. And when Saitama finally arrived on the scene, Blast was just standing there. Uselessly.

Blast does not have the instincts of a hero.

Saitama rightly criticised himself for losing sight of what a hero's true duty was. I remember back when Sonic asked him who he was, he defined himself as the person who helps people when they are in trouble. [2] And he knows he fell short.

Blast appears to have totally lost sight of this fact. That's why his work is cursed.

A Hero Is More Than Mere Works

Without any doubt, Blast is strong. He is righteous but he's not looking at situations the way a hero should. He looks at things more as a warrior -- and it's not really helpful. He's forgotten the need to actually *be* a hero.

If I think about it a bit more, Blast was concerned for the health of the heroes on the field. Yet he did not protect them, even though he could have. He did not move them out of the way, even though he could have. He did not call on the rest of his compatriots to help him accomplish these goals, even though he could have and they would have helped.

I don't think that Blast is in danger of being deposed as the number 1 hero any time soon but man, it's as Flashy Flash says, his conduct is disappointing.

It's an insult to the heroes we've seen. I can't begin to imagine how bitterly Tatsumaki would be if she could have seen him. As the narrator said, she puts him on too high a pedestal. When I think of how hard she fought while never forgetting the helpless child, the civilians at risk, the rest of the strike team, and taking care of them even as it reduced her fighting efficiency, it's everything Blast ought to be. We saw so many heroes risk their lives to help others, even when they weren't of any strategic value.

Tatsumaki's determination to throw nobody under the bus, no matter how expedient, is the soul of heroism.

A hero is not merely their works. A hero is also what they symbolise. Amai Mask gets it: that's why he goes on and on about a hero being a beautiful symbol of peace. Saitama gets it: that's a big part of why he refused to out King because he symbolised being a hero so well. Mumen Rider lives it: even though he's not strong (by hero standards), he's greatly respected and people are inspired by him to do better in their lives.

What a hero is: someone who saves from danger, someone who reassures, someone who inspires.

Blast doesn't get it. When he had an opportunity to mitigate Garou's cosmic radiation and save lives, it did not occur to him. When he could have swallowed his pride and called back up to help him subdue Garou and save hero lives, it did not even cross his mind: he only saw a fight.

Since when was justice a matter of who can hit who harder?

And when he didn't prevail, he just stood there. When it was time for him to step up as a hero and actually take on some risk to try saving a life, he stood there, as hapless as any civilian. Even when it was hopeless, we didn't see the likes of Tank Top Master giving up. We didn't see Genos giving up on Tatsumaki, even when they were swarmed by Black Sperm. You don't give up on people.

No wonder his works are cursed.

How might the curse be lifted?

Some thoughts.

Never mind Tatsumaki: it's a rare hero who wouldn't be appalled. They all look up to Blast as the ultimate hero.

Fortunately, the only person who knows is Genos: it takes knowing how else things would have played out if Saitama hadn't arrived in the nick of time. Genos has no interest in trying to run down Blast: what little credibility he's got, he's used to tell Sicchi to ensure that Saitama got called up if Blast came up with anything.

Unfortunately, Sicchi hasn't passed on that message to Blast and Saitama's been allowed to go dawdling away. Even more unfortunately, what Sicchi has told Blast about Genos is that he's a terror who impedes access to Saitama. This may have terrible consequences down the line.

Talk about leaving out the important part. That 'is that so?' gives me chills.

You know how some readers are disappointed that the MA arc did not end with Saitama lecturing Garou about the importance of not compromising one's goals? It seems to me that Blast needs that lecture a lot more badly than Garou ever needed it in any version. He's forgotten that the point of heroism is the people you help *first* before it is about glorious fights. Important as it is to fight, losing sight of the human need in front of you is a hiding to nothing.

Or, if you want to put it differently: Saitama is likely to have a reason to confront Blast in the future.

Someone needs to hear this message and it's not the truculent teenage tearaways.

I am going to be there for it with a giant tub of ice cream!

Asides

[1] What was it that Awakened Garou said back in the WC: 'When facing an imminent threat against a monster, all you do is open your mouth and start babbling. It's an easy kind of job.'? (ch 85). It has applied very brutally to Blast here.

[2] In case you need a reminder:

That's the right thing to be. Saitama's been struggling since he forgot the brief a bit.

#OPM #meta #long #Blast #heroism #Blast may be the number one hero but he's got a lot of work to do to be a top class hero #I hope Saitama sets him straight #preferably before he makes needless trouble for Genos -- or anyone else #His help isn't very helpful

[miliwritesnow]

My OC makes an appearance! It's very important to develop the love interest in these types of stories, so as I said, from this point on, it will no longer be a vague xreader type series.

Here is me keeping my promise of tagging you @lovra974! I hope you enjoy!

If you're new to the series, make sure to start here!

Bakugou Unearthing Baggage

Bakugou arrived outside her apartment in Saitama, ten minutes earlier than he said he would.  He watched at the sidelines as she trained by herself.

There's a blank look in Tatsumori’s eyes as she pounded at the wooden stake with her metal fists. Splinters fly out with each blow, and the dent on the thick log gets deeper and wider until she reaches its center. Once she's around halfway through, a similar punch breaks through the thick log, snapping it in half. It falls with a loud thud, landing on the ground across from her.

Even after it snaps, her fists continue to punch forward at the air, with the same consistent, mechanical punches as if the wood was still in its place. Her silver eyes dulled into a lifeless gray. A blank expression took over as if she was possessed by something that wasn't her. 

Just as Bakugou decides to step in, she stops, her fist suspended into the air. The life in her eyes returns, as though nothing happened, she picks up the hundred-pound log effortlessly atop her shoulder to set it aside a pile of similarly broken logs—all of them huge and broken in half.

Before Bakugou could process the sight he just saw, the firm hum of her voice breaks through his mind.

"Hey, Bakugou. Ready to train?" she spoke as if the scene he witnessed was just a fever dream. As she dusts the splinters off her hands, the light clanking of her metal fingers grates on his ears. She wipes the sweat off her brow with those same metal arms.

"...yeah," he replies with reluctance. Bakugou was beginning to believe that he stumbled over a scene he shouldn’t have. Despite the burning curiosity, turning the other cheek seemed like the least troublesome option.

And so, everything continued as it should have, following their normal format—a few warm-ups to start it off, then straight to sparring without their quirks. She guided Bakugou through his mistakes and counters as usual, and he did his best to keep up with her fast pace. Tatsumori was comfortable with the fight. She danced around the moves like clockwork, letting the years of training take over during the spar. Her mind relaxed to the calming rhythm of their shared movement.

Tatsumori was not aware that her mind was slowly drifting away. Bakugou knew something had changed when he became the recipient of more violent attacks. 

“Old hair?” Bakugou called out to her with no response. As he backed away to disengage from the fight, she was in close pursuit, turning up the intensity and strength of her blows as if he were a rat escaping. Her metal arms were the only weapons she needed, as the stronger hits proved more fatal with the accompaniment of a hard surface.

Without his quirk, there was still no way Bakugou could beat her, and she was beginning to push him to a corner he wasn’t very familiar with.

Sensing that their sparring session had gone awry, Bakugou turned to more drastic measures to escape her onslaught. With his signature right hand, he swings and detonates the sweat in his palm. Without missing a beat, Tatsumori’s shell-like body raises a metal arm in defense. The plates surrounding the skeleton of her prosthetic dismantle, snaking around the limb to reform into a diamond-shaped shield. With a loud clang, Bakugou’s blow lands.

The dissipating smoke revealed the metal glowing slightly red. The impact dents the hot titanium, but seconds were all it took to repair this dent to its former shape. Bakugou doesn't get the chance to admire his handiwork, as a counter soon follows.

She swings, a blade extends past her forearm, and Bakugou narrowly misses its tip, the wind of her swift strike blows past his neck. He stiffens his body, lowering his hands in anticipation for a familiar blow to his abdomen, though it doesn't come.

That was it? His thoughts pause briefly.

He continues on to deliver bigger blows, with greater explosions. As he continues to fight, he encounters more instances of her mindless body disappointing his expectations. Each instance of weakness fuels the intensity of his attacks, as he lets the flares of anger and irritation explode outward. He roars as he delivers each blow carelessly, knowing his sloppy swings would lend itself to openings she could capitalize on.

And yet no harm came to him.

Bakugou became very familiar with her style of fighting. If she was truly present, that first strike would have landed, and he would have been on the receiving end of at least three more blows. Whenever he carelessly swung his right hand, she would always have something to say to him. Tatsumori always punished his carelessness very severely, and yet this version of her wasn’t aware of such a simple thing. 

It was far from what Bakugou was familiar with, and it wasn't the strength that he admired in her. Because her mind wasn't present, her movements shifted from deliberate, calculated dances to stiff, mechanical reactions. He was fighting a robot stiffly trying to imitate what it thought was old hair's fighting capability. Whatever this is… it wasn’t her. This was weak, and he knew for sure that old hair wasn’t anywhere close to being weak.

For the first time in the fight, Bakugou met Tatsumori’s eyes. A cold, stiff face stared past him, as if he wasn’t there. A cloud once again dulled the silver luster of her orbs. He felt an unnamed, disturbing feeling bubble in his stomach. Much worse than irritation or anger, it was damning and uncomfortable.

"WAKE UP DAMMIIIIIT!!!” Bakugou roars again.

One large explosion and she falls backward. Before she can catch herself, Bakugou follows up, messily charging forward and letting his hands trail behind him to enhance his movement. He holds out his hands to pin down her metal arms against the concrete floor, all the while she struggles against his hold. The metal in her arms glows red in defiance, scalding Bakugou’s exposed palms. He flinches but keeps his hold steady, using his whole weight to heep her there.

“Tatsumori!” At the mention of her name, the clouds in her eyes slowly drift away. Her struggling stops and Bakugou releases his hold, fanning his hands out from the heat. Once the life in her eyes appears, a confused expression follows.

“Bakugou?” The uncomfortable feeling in his stomach dissipates once he hears the gentle hum of her voice. Bakugou stands up from his position on top of her, looking at his own hands with a grimace. He could have been angrier, but he was just so lost trying to figure out what brought all of this on.

"What the hell was that, old hair?!" In a daze, she looks around at the situation and panics–an expression Bakugou has yet to see adorn her face. Her brows raise as her eyes widen, revealing the entirety of her shining silver orbs. 

Her eyes… that’s what it normally looks like. Bakugou took care to remember those eyes. His shoulders untense once it truly sets in that she’s back to normal. 

She flinches at the loud sound, holding a hand up to her head as she sits up. When she takes her hand away, it reveals her closed eyes and furrowed brow. She takes a deep, frustrated breath and shakily exhales the air out. 

"Are you hurt?" Concern was one of the first things to grace her lips after such a hellish encounter. Bakugou holds out his hand to help her up, but instead, ends up showing the redness and blisters appear on his palms. Instead of taking his hand, Tatsumori hurriedly stands by herself, taking his hand and inspecting it herself.

"God, I'm so sorry…" As she traces over the wounds, the coolness of her metal fingertips sooth the burns on his palm. The usual knots in Bakugou’s resting brow unfurl as he gazes at her worried expression. Her brows furrowed and wrinkles formed on her head. 

As he continued to stare at the changes in her expression, he began to notice other things about her form that he hadn’t noticed before. Her eyes carried dark circles and her hair was oily and unkempt despite being tied up. Grime and sweat littered her tan skin. Small pieces of wood clung onto her cotton sweats. Though it was her day off, she was very far from being well-rested, and there was evidence that she had been training for a very long time prior to his arrival.

In his reverie, Bakugou didn't realize he was being pulled into her apartment. Tatsumori led him to her kitchen sink after clearing away unwashed dishes on the counter. The cool water ran and soothed the hot pangs of  his palm as she gently guided his hands to the stream, leaving for the bathroom after some time.

While he was there, Bakugou took a good look around.

The apartment would have been normal, if there weren't piles and piles of titanium everywhere. The whole space was one big room, with no separation for the kitchen, dining and living room, so Bakugou could see everything by just turning his head slightly. Her shield from high school, bent inwards and unusable, was displayed, hung on the walls. Several sticks and weapons were also mounted—a short sword, despite being broken in its blade, had been hung. Several sticks leaned on the walls. There were metal picture frames hung everywhere. Some with two other, older people that looked to be her parents, and some with familiar faces from high school. 

The place was messy. Evidence that a busy person lived in it. If the unwashed dishes weren't already a sign, all sorts of random objects were misplaced like she never had time to put them away herself. 

Tatsumori came back with a small bag in her hands. Wordlessly, she takes his hands and applies a salve generously on the affected areas. As if she's done so a million times, she dresses the wound expertly with bandages.

"Luckily, I didn't turn up the heat too high while we were fighting. It looks like you only have first degree burns, so it will sting for a while, but you'll be better in a few days," she mutters to him softly. She was so close that he noticed the slight variations of a low rasp that sent sparks running up and down Bakugou’s spine. "We… should probably stop training for the day."

He didn’t like the sound of ending their time together so early. It’s not like he minded getting hurt. Bakugou’s eaten much worse wounds than that burn so he was ready to continue training right where they left off—but he sensed that Tatsumori wasn’t in any state to continue fighting, and if they weren’t training or sparring… then what would they do? He didn’t just want to leave.

"What happened to you?" Bakugou asked. If he was leaving, he at least needed to know the reason why this mess happened in the first place.

"Ah…" she shifted uncomfortably. Bakugou asked the question, but he also knew that he wouldn’t get the answer that he wanted so easily.

"Don’t worry about it. It's… nothing serious.” 

Bakugou scoffs at the statement, remembering a moment in their training where her blade came dangerously close to his neck. 

"Nothing serious? You almost cut my head off.” He didn’t mean much from the comment, but Tatsumori flinches at the perceived accusatory tone. 

"I'm sorry. That usually doesn’t happen. I've just been… thinking about things recently." She turns away from him. Bakugou catches a glimpse at her downcast eyes and knitted brows.

He sighs, knowing that it wasn’t in his place to pry. Bakugou wasn’t usually one to care about things like this. He didn’t give a damn about what happened to anyone that wasn’t directly connected to him, or his dream of becoming the number one hero, and yet not knowing about her seriously unsettled him. It didn’t help that he could barely recognize himself anymore. He recognized that he was feeling and experiencing all sorts of foreign emotions—and he was caught up in trying to make heads or tails out of every situation he’s been in so far. Because he didn’t know what anything was, he can’t react the way he wanted to—like how just the other day, he let his body do what he wanted, and ended up looking like a damn fool.

Deciding to go against his curiosity, Bakugou lets the matter slide, guiding their conversation elsewhere.

"Whatever. Your place is a mess. When was the last time you cleaned it, old hair?" The said girl looks around and scratches her head in embarrassment.

"I didn't know you'd be coming. It's hard to clean because I'm usually busy with work…" she lets the excuses pile on, and her voice subtly raises as she speaks. Bakugou scoffs at this.

"Tch. You told me you had the day off today. You could have cleaned your apartment instead of training all day, idiot."

"Ah… yeah maybe that is something I should have done."  

Bakugou was getting annoyed at how careless she was acting. Impatiently, he stands and starts picking up the litter around the house. Several unwashed dishes laid on the coffee table of her living room. He started kicking metal scraps to one corner of the apartment.

Noticing Bakugou’s antics, Tatsumori abruptly stood, trying to seat him down. It felt strange that a guest was in her apartment, cleaning up in her stead. If her mother saw the view, she’d never hear the end of it. But despite her efforts, no amount of convincing could get him to stop something he already started. When getting Bakugou to stop didn’t work out, she simply decided to clean the mess faster than he could. She took out several, unused cleaning supplies from the closet and got to work on dusting and making her apartment presentable.

At some point, Bakugou stopped cleaning and started browsing around at the frames on the walls. He sees younger pictures of her with her parents, smiling conservatively. It was amazing that such a young kid could look so calm and mature.

Though it was strange. He imagined every kid taking a picture like this would have some sign of childishness—an unabashed wide grin, squirming movement, or a deadpan, bored look. Seeing the picture of her reminded him of an adult in a child's body. A reserved, kind, and patient smile, and the same bright, silver eyes.  It seems that not much has changed from her since she was a child.

"Have you eaten Bakugou?" Tatsumori asks from the kitchen.

"Why? You gonna make me something? No thanks.” If she couldn’t even take care of her own damn apartment, there was no way in hell her food would be edible. Bakugou didn’t trust anyone's damn cooking aside from his own.

"I was gonna treat you out. Even if I could cook, I don't have anything in the fridge…sorry about that," she places a hand at the back of her neck, nervously.

"Whatever." It was pretty late, and he hadn't eaten yet, so it wasn’t a bad idea. “Let’s go.”

Bakugou stands and heads towards the door. Not anticipating the compliance, Tatsumori lags behind him. He impatiently taps his foot as he holds the door open. His usual expression and growl makes an appearance.

"Are we eating or not?!" 

She jolts forward at the command with a light jog towards the door. "Wow. Sorry. I didn't think you'd actually agree to that." 

As she exits, Bakugou turns away, waiting for her to lock the door and catch up. There were many things on his mind, but at the moment he set them aside so it wouldn’t overwhelm him.

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[the-nysh]

Do you think is healthy for both Genos and Saitama to be so obsessed with each other? You don't talk four hours straight about a single person and you certainly don't destroy planets for a single person. Tbh I love it but I think it will eventually lead to a conflict.

Honestly that's the point of telling a story - to have interesting (aka disturbing/questionable/problematic) conflicts to make you think, not on the basis of whether they're 'healthy' or not. ;) As it keeps you invested to see how they turn out.

But eventually I do think things will come to a head where certain boundaries need to be set and addressed before too long. (Before their relationship shifts to something else, or whether Genos gets the wrong idea or horrible anxiety/emotional damage from misunderstanding how much Saitama misspeaks actually values him.) Because moderation is key, and as we've seen, when taken to the extremes, there can be devastating (life&death) consequences. So I hope they tread (& communicate!) carefully!

#opm #saitama #genos #anonymous #replies #so for the sake of their story they'll have to have conflicts before we get anywhere

[anonymousewrites]

Of Two Worlds (Book 1) Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen: Middle School

            Itadori, (Y/N), Megumi, and Nobara were on another mission. This time, they were investigating a series of deaths that were linked together. They all sat, a little cramped, in the car as Nitta drove. She was supervising them. She explained carefully how multiple men had died from stab wounds and filed complaints about how their auto-locking doors being open. It was suspected a curse (or curses) was/were behind the murders. They were probably linked because all the victims had gone to middle school together, meaning they had the same curse which had activated after a period of time. The jujutsu sorcerers had first planned to visit the victims’ acquaintance, but he, too, was found murdered in the same way. Now, they were arriving at Saitama Municipal Urami East Middle School where the victims all went to school.

            (Y/N) looked at Megumi. “Isn’t this where you—.”

            “Yes,” said Megumi, trying to avoid attention from the others. There was no point in complicating or distracting from the mission.

            “There has to be something at this middle school,” said Itadori optimistically.

            “I hope so,” sighed Nitta, slouching. “For now, I’ve secured an appointment with a teacher, so I’m counting on you.”

            Nobara looked around, bored, until she spied two delinquents smoking. She grinned and jogged over. “There’s some obvious punks! Let’s beat ‘em up and set ‘em straight!”

            “Why?” asked (Y/N). Are these fun pastimes for teenagers? Beating each other up for fun? That would explain why everybody gets excited at the exchange event…

            “Huh?” sneered the punks. Suddenly, they got freaked out and nervous. “I-It’s good to see you!” They bowed stiffly. “We haven’t seen you since graduation, Fushiguro-san!”

            Nobara and Itadori grabbed his face and began questioning him.

            (Y/N) blinked and looked at Megumi. So this is why he didn’t want to talk about how he went here. “You hung out with these types people in middle school?”

            Megumi winced. “No.” He didn’t want her thinking that.

            (Y/N) nodded. “That makes more sense.”

            “Didn’t you go here?!” questioned Itadori.

            “I wasn’t allowed to go to public school,” said (Y/N), “And Megumi doesn’t talk about it.”

            “W-Wow!” The delinquents looked at (Y/N). In her uniform of a cropped jacket, slight loose pants, combat boots, dark shirt, and gloves, she resembled a punk in some way. They thought she looked great.

            Tilting her head in confusion, (Y/N) tried to figure out why they were staring at her like that. From behind her, Megumi leveled a dark glare at the punks. He was daring them to continue their more-than-friendly thoughts about her.

            Nobara noticed their instant terror again. “Hey, Idiot A and Idiot B! What did this guy do you that’s got you so scared?!”

            “We, or rather, every delinquent, gang member, and so on in this area got beaten up by Fushiguro-san,” explained one.

            (Y/N), Itadori, and Nobara were surprised. Megumi was quite level-headed, so thinking of him willing beating people up was quite surprising.

            Megumi looked away uncomfortably. “I beat them up.” (Y/N), I know you don’t like people who hurt others for no reason because of your situation, so please…don’t start to think of me differently. It would hurt him for her to reject even his friendship. The very thought made his heart clench.

            “Why do you keep talking so stiffly?!” questioned Nobara.

            “What are you doing?!” asked Itadori.

            (Y/N) grabbed their sleeves and pulled them away with inhuman strength. “Leave him alone.” She wasn’t angry; she just saw how uncomfortable Megumi was. She didn’t question him, but she saw that there was more to the story than just beating up punks. (Y/N) trusted that Megumi had his reasons. She was confused about why he hadn’t told her earlier in their friendship. In fact, she remembered a day that he came to visit her and had several bruises. That must have been the day he beat all the punks up. Maybe he was embarrassed…That’s how people get after they do something they’re not proud of, right?

            “Hey!” An old man began walking towards them. “Who are you? Students from other schools aren’t allowed here!”

            “And who the hell are you?!” questioned Nobara.

            “Clearly, a staff member,” answered (Y/N).

            Itadori deadpanned. “Why are you so combative?”

            Nitta held up her badge and ID. “We have permission to be here.”

            The old man adjusted his glasses. “Oh, you’re the ones? You’re all young. You need to hang your pass around your neck.” He looked at the teenagers. His eyes widened in slight surprise. “Fushiguro-kun?”

            Megumi’s face tinted pink, and he looked away. “Hello.”

            “He remembers you~!” teased Itadori and Nobara.

            “So this man’s been here a long time?” asked Nitta.

            “Probably,” answered Megumi. “Takeda-san’s a permanent employee.”

            Nitta gave him a thumbs-up. “Then I leave the rest to you!”

            Megumi took the lead in gathering information. He showed Takeda the files on the boys who died.

            “Kanada, Shimada, Yamato, and Morishita, huh? I was shocked by their passing,” said Takeda. “But I guess it’s been nearly twenty years since they graduated. I remember it like it was yesterday. They were problem children in their own right, though not as bad as you,” joked the old man. “What did you want to know?”

            “Strange rumors, dark rumors, connections to bad adults…” suggested Megumi.

            “Hey, problem child~!” Itadori and Nobara slid towards him.

            (Y/N) smiled. She found them endearing.

            “…And anything of ill omen.” Megumi smacked the teasing pair.

            “Dark rumors?” asked Takeda. “They may have been problem children, but they never went beyond average middle school stuff.” He frowned and considered for a moment. “But wait…ill omen? Do you mean that tale?”

            “About the Yasohachi Bridge bungee jumping?” asked a punk.

            “You’re still here, A and B?” muttered Nobara.

            “Yasohachi Bridge?” wondered Itadori.

            “A notorious suicide spot,” said Megumi. “It’s well-known in this area as a haunted location.”

            And where she went shortly before she fell into a coma… thought (Y/N), frowning.

            “Oh, that’s right!” realized Takeda. “Back then, it was all the rage among delinquents to bungee jump off Yasohachi Bridge late at night. It was a test of courage.”

            “What do you use for a rope?” asked (Y/N).

            “We don’t do it,” said one of the delinquents, excited to talk to such a pretty girl. “I just heard some students from our parents’ generation talking about it.”

            “One day, Kanada and the other three were absent without permission,” said Takeda, “That wasn’t all that unusual by itself, but when we contacted their families, we learned that those four hadn’t come home the day before. It caused a pretty big stir. Then they were found unconscious under the bridge. They got chewed out good, but all four swore up and down they didn’t remember a thing.”

            The sorcerers thanked the man for his help and returned to their car.

            “I think that’s it,” said Megumi, “I’ve been to Yasohachi bridge, too.”

            “To bungee jump” asked Itadori teasingly.

            Megumi hit him over the head. “It’s easy for curses to take root in haunted locations, just like in schools, so people from Jujutsu High regularly patrol it.”

            “Really?” asked Itadori.

            (Y/N) nodded. “I have.”

            “There wasn’t anything unusual when I did, though,” said Megumi. “(Y/N), did you experience anything?”

            (Y/N) shook her head.

            “We still have to go check it out, though,” said Nobara.

            “Yeah,” said Nitta.

            “Fushiguro-kun?” Takeda walked up to the small group. “Sorry, I was curious about something.”

            “What is it?” asked Megumi.

            “Tsumiki-kun took awfully good care of you when you were in school,” said Takeda. “Is she doing well?”

            Tsumiki… thought (Y/N). She knew Megumi’s sister. Of course she did, they all grew up together. When Tsumiki fell into a coma, it was heartbreaking. For (Y/N), it was like losing another member of her family.

            “Yes,” lied Megumi.

            “Who’s Tsumiki?” asked Itadori.

            Megumi closed his eyes. He didn’t like talking about her since it was a sensitive topic. “My older sister.”

            “What?!” cried Nobara. “You tell us too little about yourself!”

            “Yeah, that’s right!” agreed Itadori.

            “He doesn’t have to share if he doesn’t want to,” said (Y/N) sternly.

            Nobara and Itadori dropped their heads in embarrassment. “Sorry, Fushiguro.”

            Megumi didn’t react.

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            That night, the teenagers were dropped off at Yasohachi Bridge. They were going to try to find and confirm the presence of any cursed spirits that could be behind the attacks. (Y/N) and Megumi were very focused because they knew it could be linked to Tsumiki’s coma.

            Their minds were not so concentrated when the first rays of dawn split the sky. (Y/N) was doing okay, but that was because she was an insomniac, and even she was bored. No curse, nothing even remotely unusual, had appeared. When Nitta returned, they had to explain dejectedly how they found nothing as they grabbed a snack.

            “Guess we’re back to square one,” sighed Nitta.

            “But isn’t it bad if we take too long?” asked Itadori.

            “Why?” wondered Nobara.

            “Well, it’s a famous haunted location, right? There might still be plenty of others who got cursed,” said the pink-haired boy, “And right now the death rate’s at 100%. We don’t want to see any others die, right?”

            More like Tsumiki… thought (Y/N). She glanced at Megumi and frowned slightly. He’s probably worried about her, too. This curse is suddenly killing victims, so Tsumiki is in danger.

            “True,” said Nobara.

            “Ding-ding!” exclaimed Nitta. “Bungee-jumping was all the rage then, right? So maybe the act of jumping off is the key!”

            “Did she really say ‘ding-ding?’ Did she really say that? She did! She did!” cooed Nobara and Itadori. They found it adorable.

            (Y/N) smiled. Cute is when people want to hug something because they like it…I think it was cute! She brightened. Lately, she had been feeling more emotions and come to understand them more. She would still always be slightly clueless or at least reserved, but she was definitely improving. (Y/N) didn’t mind. She liked smiling more and feeling good with true friends.

            “Nope, Itadori already tried that,” said Megumi.

            (Y/N) said, “I threw him off while he was tied to the bridge.”

            “Huh?” Nitta processed the two statements. “What?! You mean you tossed him off with just that vinyl cord?!”

            (Y/N) nodded.

            “Hey, there you are! Thank goodness!” One of the punks from the previous day rode up on a bicycle with a girl on the back.

            “Who’s that again?” questioned Nobara.

            “We never got his name, but he’s Megumi’s underclassmen,” said (Y/N).

            “Remember how much you picked on him?” said Itadori.

            “You were talking about Yasohachi Bridge, so…” The delinquent gestured to the girl with him.

            “Fujinuma?” Megumi recognized the girl. He looked at the others. “A classmate.”

            Nobara leaned over for a moment and whispered to (Y/N). “Hey, hey, how do you feel about him having a girl friend?” She wasn’t trying to stir up trouble, just have some fun and tease (Y/N).

            “Am I supposed to care?” (Y/N) frowned in confusion.

            Nobara sighed wistfully. They would be so cute together! It would be such a good, healthy relationship for both!

            “I’m glad you remember me,” said Fujinuma.

            “I was talking to my sister about you yesterday, and…” started the punk.

            “Um, Morishita-san had a funeral in the neighborhood,” continued his sister, “Then I heard from my brother that you were looing into that man and Yasohachi Bridge, so I started wondering if they were related.”

            She’s smart, thought (Y/N). However, she saw Nitta shaking her head behind the siblings. “If what’s related?” asked (Y/N), acting clueless.

            “Morishita-san’s death and the bridge,” said Fujinuma.

            “They’re not related,” said Megumi, “They’re just—.”

            “I…” Fujinuma became frightened. “I went there.”

            Oh, no, thought (Y/N).

            “In eighth grade, I went to Yasohachi Bridge at night,” stuttered Fujinuma.

            “Has anything odd happened at home recently?” questioned Nitta. “Any strange feelings that only affect you and no one else?”

            “My family runs a local branch shop…and the shop’s automatic door is wide open only when I come home,” said Fujinuma.

            Just like the others…! realized (Y/N). She made eye contact with Megumi, who clearly thought the same.

            “Mom and Dad both say it’s just a coincidence, but there’s definitely something there.” Fujinuma held herself tight. “It scared me. That’s when I heard about you and remember the Yasohachi Bridge.”

            “When did the issue with your automatic door start?” asked Nitta.

            “It’s happened every other day for exactly one week now,” said Fujinuma.

            So she only has a week left if the curse continues its pattern, thought (Y/N).

            “You didn’t go to Yasohachi bridge by yourself at the time, did you?” asked Nobara. “Do you remember who you went with?”

            “I went on a test of courage with two others from my club,” said Fujinuma, “That’s right, Fushiguro-kun, Tsumiki-san was with us then, too.”

            Nobara and Itadori’s eyes widened in shock and worry. Megumi’s face darkened. (Y/N) quietly took his hand into hers. She had seen people do this when comforting one another.

            “I see,” said Megumi. He was pretending to not care, but he held (Y/N)’s hand tightly for subdued reassurance. “Then I’ll try asking Tsumiki, too.”

            He doesn’t want Nobara and Itadori to know… (Y/N) bit her lip.

            “Okay!” chirped Nitta. “I’ll escort these two home! Please keeping working!”

            “Something’s up, isn’t it?” asked the delinquent, worried.

            “I can’t let you both go home on one bike!” Nitta covered for herself quickly. She led them away and left the first-years all together.

            “Fushiguro,” said Itadori quietly.

            Megumi’s eyes were shadowed. He didn’t reply; he just held (Y/N)’s hand. He was scared for his sister.

            “Fushiguro!” Itadori grabbed his shoulder. “Fushiguro, snap out of it.”

            “Megumi…” whispered (Y/N), putting her other had on top of his. “We can save her. We just need to figure this out.”

            Megumi blinked and looked at her like his mind had been far away. He took a deep breath and focused on the cooling sensation her hands brought. They weren’t warm like a human’s; they were cold and refreshing. Megumi spoke in a quiet but steady voice. “I’m fine. Sorry, I’m stepping away for a second.” He walked away from his friends, regretfully leaving the comfort (Y/N) brought. He needed to check on his sister, however. He called Ijichi and spoke of measures to protect Tsumiki while she was in a coma and the curse was on the loose.

            Nobara and Itadori quickly followed him over, so (Y/N) walked behind them.

            “Why were you talking to Ijichi-san?” asked Nobara.

            “Is your sister Tsumiki okay?” questioned Itadori.

            Both were concerned and didn’t like seeing their friend upset.

            “She’s fine,” lied Megumi.

            (Y/N) frowned and refrained from saying anything. She trusted Megumi but didn’t agree with him keeping Tsumiki’s condition a secret. In this mission…it was bound to come out at some point.

            “More importantly, this mission’s danger level just shot up,” said Megumi. “Other sorcerers will be taking over this case.”

            He’s keeping something from us. He wouldn’t allow someone else to take over a case concerning Tsumiki. Megumi’s going to do something risky… reflected the half-curse.

            “You three can go home now,” said Megumi.

            I knew it. He’s staying while sending us away, thought (Y/N). She reached out slightly. “Megumi—.”

            “Go.”

            (Y/N) frowned and narrowed her eyes. “We can’t just leave you here.”

            Megumi forced her into the car beside Itadori and Nobara. “Yes, you can. I’ll be back after I say goodbye to Takeda-san.”

            “Don’t lie to me,” said (Y/N).

            Megumi felt his resolved break but steadied himself. “Go.”

            “Fine, but be safe,” murmured (Y/N), allowing herself to be driven away by Nitta. And don’t expect me not to come back.

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What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.6

Part 6 of WINTW? :D Enjoy!

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi​ @oikawalmart-hq​ @extrasugafree​ @bbykiyoomi​ @apricotjihyo​ @simpformiya @colorseeingchick @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i can’t tag some of you :( huhu )

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 7

“(l/n)?” Akaashi knocked on the door. He wasn’t sure as to why he found himself chasing after you but here he was. Getting a few stares from passersby. Not that he wasn’t used to being stared at due to all the tournaments. “Are you okay? I can get Yukie-san if you want.”

“I’ll be out in a while, don’t worry.” You were sitting on the toilet. Palms wide open as you tried to activate your quirk. Using the same pattern Shoto could understand. But with the amount of minutes that had passed, it was evident that a response was impossible. Was that just a quirk-fluke? The heat from the gym? There was no way it had to be the latter.

Rubbing your face, you groaned and finally stood up. Not only did you have a problem with your quirk, you now had to come up with an excuse to tell the pretty boy waiting for you outside.

Opening the doors, Akaashi was leaning on the wall across the door. He stood up straight when his eyes met yours. It was clear to him how a lot of your questions were left unanswered. The light in your eyes wasn't as bright as they usually were. By now, the both of you had established a small friendship so he wouldn’t interrogate you into spilling what was bothering you. He respected you too much.

“You didn’t have to wait, you know?” You poked his arm shyly.

“Yukie-san would disapprove of that.” Seeing you agreed, he continued. “Do you wanna talk about it? While we head back to the gym?”

“There’s not much to talk about. I guess fatigue from catching all those balls finally caught up. But, I’m fine in all honesty.”

“OYA OYA!”

The both of you were not expecting Bokuto to appear out of nowhere. The look of concern was something new to you. Though, it was no surprise knowing who he was. He merely explained that the both of you were taking a little too much time, he became worried, and that it wasn’t the same without Akaashi setting for him.

Giggling as he gave a sad face, to which his hair deflated as well, Bokuto felt relieved knowing you were feeling much better. Eyeing his friend, he wiggled his eyebrows only to be met by furrowed one’s.

‘No, Bokuto-san. How many times do I have to repeat myself?’ That was the look on Akaashi’s face. One that Bokuto was all too familiar with.

‘Then why keep staring at her when she isn’t looking?’ Bokuto wasn’t sure if his friend could read minds but the way his bushy eyebrows were raised, how his eyes went from him to you and back to him was enough to convey the message.

‘If you don’t stop, I won’t set for you anymore.’

“I’LL STOP AKHAASHI!”

Not expecting the sudden outburst, you eyed the two towering men. For a moment, you could have sworn the two of them were having some kind of mental conversation. When Akaashi transferred his gaze to his childhood friend, the beefy owl cleared his throat and went back to his usual self.

“Anyway, the coach wants to give us updates on the 2nd joint training camp!”

Following the jumping owl, you had to endure another walk of shame when you entered the gym. At least this time, you were greeted with caring voices and soft pats on the back. When all of you were seated and calmed down, the coach took out the board and began to lecture about how the training session would go.

It wasn’t new information for them. Same venue in Saitama and the same schools as well. Due to how frequent the camps have been held, the meeting was short and direct to the point. When you all were dismissed, each member eagerly discussed the remaining days and what they’d like to improve.

As for the managers, they were now brainstorming as to what food to prepare on the last day of the training camp. All you could do was nod and wonder just how much work and what type of people were you bound to meet within the next few days.

Walking down the streets, Akaashi and you were now munching on some onigiri that he had bought. He was quite eager in finishing the little rice ball that you had to deduce was one of his favorite foods.

“You know, seeing you devour that onigiri made me remember a dream of mine.” You opened up. He gave you a sign to continue. “I dreamed that I had special powers. During that time, me and some people were in a huge building that seemed to be our dorm. If my memory serves me right, one of them got into an argument with me because his power was better suited for cooking.”

“Then what happened?”

“He basically used his powers to quickly cook things, to which I don’t understand how he did it. In the end, a scruffy looking teacher bound us together in this cloth like material and gave us a very good scolding.” Recalling that scenario was fun. That was also when Bakugo and you finally had a proper and interesting conversation.

“Powers. Dimensions. You like sci-fi?” This was the only way to get a little bit more information from you.

“Eh, not really.” You stepped closer to him and slowly held on to the crease of his elbow once more. Taking note that he even adjusted his arm so you could have easier access, you felt a tiny smile forming on your face and a bit of heat as well. “Those dreams just feel so real, ya know? They tend to happen a lot as well.”

“What else did you dream about?”

“Hmm,” Your index and thumb held on to your chin. “Ah. One of my dreams had the same group of people involved and we sort of tried these special candies. We were sitting in a dorm room and it was rather chaotic. Our quir-powers got out of control and we were put under lock down for 3 days. What do you dream about, Akaashi?”

“I’m not that much a dreamer.” He looked down at your small form. The streetlights were shitty, he wasn’t going to lie but somehow they made it look as if you were glowing. “I guess the weirdest would have to be Bokuto-san behaving. That’s about it.”

“You need to dream more.” Nudging his side, you earned a soft chuckle. “And laugh more, too!”

When you finally let go of his arm, he merely bowed and said his good night’s. Waving him farewell, you watched as he made his way for his house. Not wanting him to catch you staring, you went towards yours as well.

Inside your room, you immediately began playing with the Hoya plant. It felt good with how your quirk was getting a little more stable, how you were able to reminisce a few memories about your home, and that melodious chuckle of Akaashi.

It was now time to hit the sack and your lights were finally off. Staring at your palms, the glow was a little dimmer due to your usage but despite the constant activity, the comforting warmth of Todoroki’s fire was gone.

Feeling sadness enter your system, your eyes landed on your window.

At least you had Akaashi and your new found friends to keep you company.

Being nostalgic, you didn’t realize that it was already the training camp. With your things packed and ready to go, you threw your bag to the sofa and skipped to the kitchen. The aroma of (favorite breakfast trio) was very inviting. O-mother was all smiles when you entered with a big smile on your face.

“Someone’s excited~” She poured you a glass of orange juice.

“It’s a chance to travel and be with the team~ How can I not be excited?”

“Of course. You’ve been counting the days since last week. I hope your things are complete. Did you pack your toothbrush? Towels? Undies?”

“Yes, mum.” You gobbled a huge portion of the meal. Swallowing it with the aid of juice. “I got everything down.”

“By the way, I took the liberty of making some onigiri.” She reached for a plasticware with 4 balls of rice. “Share some with Akaashi-kun, okay?”

“Akaashi’s gonna love that.” You reached for the container and placed it beside you. As you were finishing the remaining portion, you only noticed how your o-mother’s stare was a little teasing. “What?”

“You dropped the honorifics with Akaashi-kun?” She covered her mouth and giggled. “Is there something I should know about the two of you?”

“Mum, it’s only been a month since I met him.” Rolling your eyes, you slid your out of the table and touched your thigh. “It doesn’t happen that quickly.”

“You’ve heard of twin flames, right? Or soulmates?” She pinched your cheek.

“I have. But, there’s no such thing. Even if there is, those are just fancy terms.” Drinking the last drop of juice, you stood up and copied her action. She softly slapped your hand away while pouting. “Besides, I can’t dare have feelings for Akaashi.”

“Oh? What’s stopping you? I find him good for you.”

‘I can’t and won’t ever dare develop feelings because I’m not from here and it’ll only hurt the both of us once I leave this place.’ Those were the words you wanted to say. More than aware of the infatuation, you were moderately good at keeping things at bay. The thought of leaving your o-mother behind also added an additional weight. She was always there to offer a helping hand when you needed her. “I don’t think he looks at me like that. Or let alone, has the time for crushes.”

“Well, suit yourself.” She hummed. “There’s nothing wrong with trying to find out, though.”

“Good bye, mother.” Leaving her laughing, you went to finish your morning routine.

Fully ready to leave, you slid your window only to be met with closed ones. Remembering the schedule, it was still too early to leave for school and there had been a verbal agreement that you two would walk to school. Checking the time, you were right on track. He should have been sliding his window open by now.

“(y/n)!” Startled at the sudden call from downstairs, you huffed and closed the window. “Akaashi-kun’s here!”

Within seconds, you were running down the stairs only to be met by your cheeky o-mother. Whispering that he’s in the living room, you also heard her saying how gifted the boy’s face was and that, again, she wouldn’t mind if anything were to happen between you two. Telling her to shut up, you went to the living room and found the setter fiddling with fingers.

“Is that a setter thing?” You pointed and sat beside him.

“Not really.” He bowed a bit  to greet you. Bless his soul, you thought. “I apologize if I wasn’t able to do our window meeting. I had to run an errand.”

“No need to apologize, you dummy~ Shall we head out now?”

Agreeing with you, he stood up and hoisted his bag on his shoulder. Just as you were about to take yours, he cleared his throat and took the strap from your hold.

“Akaashi. You have a heavy bag.” You held on to the strap. “I can carry this. I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?”

Poking his tummy, you felt how he flexed his abdomen. Your mind drifted and flashed a mental image as to how his body would look like without that goddamn shirt. You were granted a small peak at his lower abs but the whole shirt? With the amount of training he did, you were sure that he was hiding a lot under-- Shaking and slapping your thoughts, you pulled the strap.

“I’m more than sure~” Tugging on his shirt, you pulled him towards the door.

Saying farewell to your o-mother, she eagerly watched and teased the both of you till she finally closed the door. Your companion was unfazed but at this point, you weren’t sure if he was affected by the tiniest bit or used to it.

‘Come to think of it, does he have an ex? Probably. He’s too pretty not to have one. Whoever that girl was, she was surely lucky. Damn speaking of exes, what the hell am I supposed to do if I see that Ushijiwaka guy? I can’t even remember his voice that well. Shit. What if they crash the camp? Of course not.’ Absent-mindedly, you held onto Akaashi’s arm but he was already prepared.

“Snack bar for your thoughts, (l/n)?” Those words were enough to snap you back to reality.

With the hand wrapped around his arm, you accepted the bar. Not even bothering to care, both of you were now walking with barely any distance in between. Too caught up with munching and thinking, you failed to notice how the school gate was approaching. With the last crumb gone, you folded the wrapper and tucked into your pocket.

Letting go of his arm, you gave him a cheeky grin before heading towards the parked bus. He was left with a confused look on his face but he merely shrugged it off.

“AGASHI!” Bokuto came sprinting to his side. “I saw that (y/n)-chan was holding your arm! What did I tell you?!”

“Good morning, Bokuto-san.” Of course he would greet his senpai. “She tends to do that as we walk to school. I just let her be.”

“So you are feeling feelings?”

“Not necessarily. I merely enjoy her company. It’s refreshing.”

“Those are feelings, Akaash.” Bokuto pouted as the two men walked towards the bus. “The bar you gave her was your favorite flavor! You don’t even give me that unless it's stale or close to the expiration date.”

“We’re just neighbors.” Letting his senpai enter first, he trailed behind. His eyes landed on you, a vacant seat fresh for the taking. This would have to be a challenging situation. If he would sit beside Bokuto, then the trip would be peaceful. Should he choose you, he could sit in comfortable silence. But it seems as if he didn’t have to think it through.

“(y/n)-chan!”

“Bokuto-san! Good morning!” You waved to him. The way he flopped onto the seat was cute. Tucking his bag under the seat, he stretched in whatever little room was available. Hearing the bones pop, you could imagine the satisfaction.

“Mind if I sit here?” The signature close eyed smile gifted your sight.

“Not much point in refusing~” You playfully slapped his shoulder.

“Hey! Akaashi!” Haruki looked over the bus seat. “I got something ta show you!”

Breaking contact with his two friends, he approached the libero and took the vacant seat. Watching his other senpai fiddling with his phone, he waited and leaned in when the screen was presented to him.

The screen showed a stolen picture of his face. It was only for a brief second, but Haruki managed to capture the exact moment Bokuto beat him at his own thoughts. Staring at the phone, to his seatmate, and back to the phone. He merely sighed and crossed his arms.

“You’re just like Bokuto-san, Haruki-san.” His peripheral view and hearing focused on Bokuto’s laughter 3 seats away. “Childish.”

“Please~ You’re just unknowingly pissed that Bokuto took that seat. Bet she has some food in her bag that’s meant for you, but because she’s that kind of person, she’ll share it with Bokuto instead.”

Now, Akaashi wasn’t one to ever take part in bets. But he did hear from your mother that she had prepared a small snack for the both of you.

“Y200.” The 3rd year libero felt the pride swell in him. For once, he had managed to create a crack on the composed vice-captain.

Needless to say, Akaashi lost the bet.

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a/n: i like playful akaashi :3 i hope yall liked this chapter! see you next week! Akaashi’s line up is still accepting players!

#akaashi #akaashi haikyuu #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x bnha

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gag anime that you need to watch maybe

 hi hello my name is juli and i will now gently guide ur attention to some top-notch shows, please pay attanetion

(this list is for people who don’t watch much anime or who are new to it. if ur a fucken weeb youve probably seen it all. dont @ me i want to help the kids)

ONE PUNCH MAN (the obvious 1st choice lol)

Genre: Action/ Shounen

Expectation: OP protagonist with riveting backstory fights to become the strongest hero, makes many friends along the way who recognize his talents and pure heart, big bad scary villains make him stronger

Reality: OP protagonist is already the strongest hero. His backstory? After fighting a lobster-man with nipples drawn on him with a Sharpie, Saitama decides to do a workout routine every day, and somehow ends up becoming the most powerful known being in the universe. His main issue is that now, he literally can take down any villain with a single punch, and he’s very bored of it.

Best Qualities: Animation is bomb, music is dope, humor is funnie, and Best Boy is a man whose superpower is riding a bicycle. Also Saitama egg head

If you were in a coma for all of 2015, this is the main thing u missed. Moving on.

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun (Monthly Girls’ Nozaki)

Genre: Romance/ Comedy/ Slice of Life

Expectation: Smol shoujo protag girl grows closer to her oblivious crush through a fated, if awkward, incident which reveals an embarrassing secret that has to be kept at all costs. Through one another they gain more quirky friends, help each other grow, and, eventually, the male lead realizes that what he needs has been beside him all along.

Reality: The crush writes romance manga, and that is literally all the man cares about. It’s not a secret, but when he told people they didn’t believe him. Nozaki and Sakura grow closer, but only because he confuses her confession with a request to be his Beta. They gain quirky friends through one another, but there is zero character development throughout the entire fucking cast. Every episode is run by Idiot Plot. All the characters share a singular brain cell. There’s a tall butch lady turning every girl in the school gay. Please watch

Best Quali-teas: Everyone is baby, lots of gay shenanigans, and toxic masculinity does not exist, the OP is pretty nice, too

I literally heard about this damn show, like, two months ago. This shit was released circa 2015. Pleeze watch

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. / Saiki Kusuo no Psi Nan

Genre: Shounen/ Supernatural/ Fucking Everything tbh

Expectation: Slice-of-life supernatural where protag has psychic powers, albeit limited ones, and has to keep them a secret at all costs for fear of his safety. He has a few friends he loves and cherishes, and at least two girls who are in love with him that he has to choose between-- all of which are people he wants to protect from his double-life.

Reality: Kusuo is very aware that he is the protagonist of an anime, and he does not want to be. Born with pink hair? He rewrites the human genome to make colored hair normal. End of the world looming? He just keeps rewinding time so he doesn’t have to deal with it. Harem situation? He actively uses his powers to avoid all love interests at all times (see the above). The plot of each episode is him trying to stop the plot as quickly as possible without killing anyone. The main issue is that everyone around him is either dumb or just generally attractive to plot-driving circumstances, and they all, for some reason, want him to be in on their adventures.

Best Qualities: Heavy “me and the boys” energy, plenty of Idiot Plot, so funny that my 47yo mom who hates anime admitted that it’s funny, meta as fuck, occasionally sweet scenes, equally good dub and sub, Saiki is babie

The fandom for this shit is like. Nonexistent. Apparently it came out the same season as Mob Psycho 100, so that might be why. I almost didn’t watch it, but I got bored and it turned out to be a serious gem. Go watch if ur having a bad day, it will make u cry laughing

Sakamoto Desu Ga/ Haven’t You Heard? I’m Sakamoto

Genre: Slice of life/ Comedy

Expectation: God I don’t even know. I’d say a typical slice of life where the quiet kid is bullied but makes friends, there’s a love triangle as they grow up together through high school, yadda yadda, but look at this dude. I can’t imagine him being anything other than what he is-- a legend.

Reality: The entire show is just a question of how extra one man can be, and how well he can pull it off. Sakamoto is an “average” high school senior (in the sense that he has no supernatural abilities), but he’s....far more than that. He’s Sebastian Michaelis if he’d never been a demon. Everything always works out for him in the most ridiculous of ways-- he’s just that good. He makes a McDonald’s uniform look like Prada. He’s so smooth his bully ends up having a crush on him (and yes, it is a gay crush. no heteros in this show). 

Best Qualities: lots of homo content. the side characters, inspired by Sakamoto’s grace, all become better people, and you root for them. The circumstances are always average, but the presentation is fucking riveting. Watch to send ur depression into remission.

Another one no one talks about????? U all were so busy with ur broku no hero macadamias and ur Nartoes that you slept on this. Now’s the time to take back what was lost. Love yourself and binge this shit. 

Nichijou/ My Ordinary Life

Genre: Slice of Life/ Comedy

Expectation: Cute girls do cute, girly things and have fun with Their Close Good Friends (TM).

Reality: Cute girls get into very bizarre situations with extremely manic energies. Sometimes, the situations are normal, but the girls react in a bizarre, manic fashion. It will make you alarm-laugh.

Best Qualities: Adorable art style, little continuity, relatable as fuck

A nice little watch if you’re bored. I think the eps are on YouTube.

Pop Team Epic/ Poputepepiku

Genre: Only God Knows

Expectation: Probably a cutesy 4koma-type thing with 2 schoolgirls having shenanigans.

Reality: A regular acid trip with lesbian icons Popuko and Pipimi who are not schoolgirls, but gods. Like if Eric Andre and Hannibal Buress were turned into omnipotent anime icons. Watch at your own risk.

Best Qualities: Lots of unexpected parodies and references amongst a shitpost of a show. The OP is a bop. Popuko terrifies me, but also empowers me as a young woman because she will not hesitate to kill a bitch. She and Pipimi love each other a whole lot, so it is LGBTQ content, which is always a plus. 

I’m sure you’ve seen this one floating around. It will make you feel fear, and then laugh. Now, finally...

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Genre: Romance/ Comedy

Expectation: The protagonist is a girl who is mistaken for a boy and must be the servant of six rich, handsome young men, all of which are in love with her, and her secret must be kept at all costs. A reverse harem anime with plenty of fanservice.

Reality: Haruhi is a genderfluid queen who doesn’t give a fuck what others think she is. Because she broke a Conveniently-Placed Vase and is relatably poor, she has to pay off her debt by being a host herself-- which means male-presenting when flirting with her female classmates to make her dough. The six rich, handsome young men all share three brain cells, and most of those cells go to the character who has one line per episode (usually, it’s “Yeah”. I hope that VA got paid well). The only love interest-- the “leader” and most popular of the six men-- is so dead-set on their club being his Found Family, he confuses his romantic feelings for Haruhi with paternal ones. This is obvious to everyone but him. He never gets the brain cells. 

Best Qualities: Trans characters!! Lesbians!! Extreme “me and the boys” energy, except they’re all rich, so shenanigans skyrocket. Many 4th wall breaks. The most powerful Host looks like he’s 5. Any “fanservice” is never played straight. Takes the Found Family trope to a whole new level. Nice Parks & Rec-quality balance between hysterical and sweet. Everyone is in drag at some point.

I know all of us senior citizens grew up on this shit, but you younguns need to watch the classics to appreciate the newfangled stuff. I recommend watching when you’re in a cheesy rom-com mood. 

Honorable Mentions:

I can’t count these as gag anime, but they’re still ridiculously funny.

Mob Psycho 100

Scissor Seven

Kill la Kill

Cells at Work!

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure 

Ones I haven’t seen but have heard a lot about

Osomatsu-san

Himouto! Umaru-chan

Azumanga Daioh

Gin Tama

Sgt. Frog

Okay that is all just limke put this in ur feel-good tag because these shows will make you happy and donut for get to like and describe to my channel, where I post literally nothing at all ever good night.

#anime rec list #shows to watch #anime #shitpost #tumblr memes #pls rec me similar ones in the replies y'all i need another hyperfixation #rn im just using saiki k jokes to get me through the day #also this took me so long to make??????????? #i have no clue why. but pls reblog just for that reason #i feel like there's a whole wave of neo-weebs coming in from bnha and stuff and they must be....guided #oh and yes. jojo is a fucking comedy to me okay #i dont think many people actually take it seriously but if you do please know #i cannot. i fell on the floor laughing trying to explain one scene to my coworker #spring break ideas #too #if u need something to fill the time with #most of these are pretty damn short #my posts

[dudeandduchess]

Rating/Genre: SFW, Modern AU Characters: Rengoku Shinjurō x F!Reader, Sanemi x F!Reader Chapters: 4/10 Summary: Shinjurō and (Y/n) are in a D/s arrangement, but he wants more so he tries to lay the world at her feet in the hopes that she would say yes to being his. Unfortunately, (Y/n) shoots him down every time, since she’s not swayed by his money or influence.But Shinjurō is more determined than ever to keep her, so he will stop at nothing to keep her for himself. Warnings: Language, Drama, Car Accident

NOTE: Okay first off, I want to thank all of you for still supporting this series. I’m so glad that y’all like it. Thank you!

Oh, and this chapter will have actual Nemi in it. Things will be spicier soon, bbys. Hope y’all like it. 💜✨

Also, I hope y’all will notice the differences between her relationship with Sanemi and with Daddy Shin. It’s really subtle now, but it’s there. 😌✨

***

To say that things were awkward for the rest of (Y/n)’s and Shinjurō’s stay in Saitama would be an understatement. Thursday and Friday morning passed by with nothing but remote silence from (Y/n)— which was highly petty of her to do— but it was the only way she knew was effective enough to convey her feelings to her lover.

And it worked, as Shinjurō felt like he was suffocating on guilt whenever he tried to talk to her and got shut down with her silence.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at your race,” The older man bid softly, as he slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in to press a kiss to her temple.

Silence answered his words, which made him sigh in defeat.

“Be careful out there, okay?”

Instead of answering, she merely pursed her lips together and stepped out of his arms. It was a straight dig into Shinjurō’s ego, but he reigned in the urge to grab her by the arms and make her stay until they sorted everything out.

Had she been any other person, he would have even yelled at her, but it was (Y/n) in front of him; he could never hurt her like that, nor could he ever say no to her.

With that, she picked up the bag of dirty laundry that she’d amassed over the past few days, then proceeded to walk out the door.

On the drive back to her house, her mind always drifted back to the proposal that her lover had sprung up on her. It was a really inpopportune time; not to mention the fact that it was insulting as hell to ask her that, just after she had pointed out that they weren’t even officially a couple.

Her irritation was so palpable that even her housekeepers made sure to steer clear of her; especially when she went down for dinner.

She was used to spending her dinners in relative silence, but the silence that surrounded her at that moment was much thicker yet more fragile than all the other ones before. Only the clinking of her utensils against her plate, and the occasional quiet scraping as she placed her glass of water back on the table colored her lonely night.

“(Y/n)-sama, would you like me to prepare your bags for tomorrow?” One of her housekeepers asked quietly— almost hesitantly— as she bowed at the young woman.

And, as much as (Y/n) wanted to pack her own things, she knew that she wasn’t in the right state of mind to do an important task like that. She was sure that she was going to forget something important, like a few changes of underwear— or maybe even her fire suit— with the way her brain was so addled at the moment.

“Oh, alright, Michiko-san,” The young woman answered just as softly, as she cast a furtive glance over at the other woman. “It’s just going to be for a day, so please pack lightly. And please also include my shirts from the charity, since it is a charity even after all.”

“Yes, young miss.” Michiko straightened up and looked over at her somber mistress, all while said mistress single-mindedly set herself to the task of finishing her dinner.

“Thank you.” With those words, the (L/n) heiress set her utensils down on either side of her plate then scrunched up the napkin in her lap, before tossing it onto the table and making a quiet exit.

Normally, she would have been texting Shinjurō while enjoying her meal, but she couldn’t even muster up the strength to reply to the messages he’d already sent her. Her raucous laughter and flustered smiles were replaced with somber eyes and a slight frown; all because of what he’d said.

It had (Y/n) thinking if he had merely said that to get her to shut up, or if he said it because he actually wanted to marry her. He had her second guessing his motives in pursuing a Dominant-submissive arrangement with her, because that’s what it was supposed to be: just an arrangement.

But now feelings had gotten involved, especially her own— and it confused the hell out of her. Not to mention the fact that it scared her, because if people got wind of their relationship, it could spell disaster for both of them.

Because, even if they lived in the Twenty-first Century, Japanese people still tended to be very conservative; especially with regards to relationships with a wide age gap. Sure, Shinjurō was just thirty-seven, while she was twenty-seven, but ten years were still ten years.

Plus, he already had two sons from another woman. He’d already had a family before her, and people wouldn’t take too kindly with her pursuing something serious with the CEO of the Rengoku Group.

Hell, she was sure that someone would ask her why she hadn’t gone for someone close to her age— namely his eldest son Kyōjurō.

She didn’t want to field off a controversy as big as that one, because it was definitely bound to be bigger than the one that she had been in when Sanemi had left her a few months before their wedding.

It took almost two months before she could go out of her house without any bodyguards but, even then, a few members of the media hounded her. If she and Shinjurō were to go public with their relationship, then she would have to have bodyguards with her somewhere around three months to nine months.

She didn’t even want to think about how badly her family would take the news. That would be a brand new circus all on its own; to the point that she might even get taken off the family registry for being with someone whom they would deem too old for her.

The mere thought of it made her head hurt, which made her sigh and rub her temples at the headache that she felt coming on.

She reckoned that a good night’s sleep would help clear her mind.

***

It turned out, unfortunately, that a good night’s sleep didn’t help at the very least.

(Y/n) walked into the viewing suite that she had asked her crew chief to reserve for her father and Shinjurō. The air in there was much cooler than outside, so it helped stave off the irritation that bubbled up within her; and she didn’t have to walk very far, as it was right above the garage assigned to her, so that was a huge plus.

At the sight of her lover, her heart instantly felt like it was about to burst out of her chest with how fast it was beating. His mere presence was enough to make her breathless, and that was a highly unfair advantage that he had over her— at least, that’s what she thought.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to (Y/n), Shinjurō’s breath hitched in his throat with how beautiful she looked. It had only been a few mere hours since they’d last seen each other, but it felt like days to him. Hell, if he were given the chance, he would keep her with him in Saitama forever.

But his tactlessness was what had landed him in his current predicament; where she wasn’t speaking to him. She had even ignored all of his texts and calls, and he couldn’t blame her for that.

“Are you all set for the race, (Y/n)?” (L/n) Asahi’s voice rang out over the din of camera shutters clicking incessantly in the background, as he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around his youngest child. More shutters clicked at the action, which had the young woman internally sighing at how careful she had to be with Shinjurō.

With a quiet click, the door to the suite closed behind (Y/n), which muffled the sounds of camera shutters clicking away. She was sure that if she looked over her shoulder, she would see those wide lenses pressed against the glass door— so she refrained from doing so.

Being subjected to borderline unwanted media attention was different from acting in front of a camera. Because in her movies and series’, she played a different person— so she was free to pretend to be whomever her character was meant to be, while she wasn’t afforded the same mask in real life.

So she had to be more reserved and careful when she wasn’t stuck playing a role.

“Come over here and meet the (L/n) Group’s newest partner.” Her father moved to stand behind her, then placed his hands on her shoulders before steering her towards where Shinjurō was.

And when she was face to face with him, she had to lick her suddenly dry lips— an action that didn’t escape her lover’s notice.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” Shinjurō greeted with a slight grin; one that made him look years younger and so boyishly handsome that it made (Y/n) slightly breathless.

Slowly, a blush made its way onto her cheeks and her gaze briefly flickered away from his. It greatly amused the older man, which was made evident by the grin that tipped the corners of his lips upwards.

And just as she was about to reply and bow down, he stretched his hand out to her for a handshake.

Her gaze zeroed in on his hand, before moving up to narrow her eyes at him. It was just a good thing that she had her back turned towards the door, so it meant that no one would be able to see the panic and blatant irritation in her eyes.

Still, even though she wanted to swat Shinjurō’s hand away, she placed her hand in his and shook it firmly— like how her father had taught her. Tingles raced up her arm at the skin on skin contact with her lover, and the feel of his rough palm against her own smooth one brought her back to the times when they would lay in bed while he fiddled with her hand on his abdomen.

“The pleasure is all mine, Rengoku-san.” (Y/n) then tried to pull her hand out of his grip, only to realize that he wasn’t about to let go— especially when the pad of his thumb gently caressed the back of her hand.

“So polite, is she not?” The (L/n) patriarch hollered with a laugh, which made (Y/n) jump in surprise. She had completely forgotten the fact that her father was in the same room as herself and her secret lover.

Gingerly, the young woman lifted her free hand up and placed it on top of Shinjurō’s. And then, in a really subtle move, she pried her hand out of his grip— all while maintaining the flaky smile that was on her lips.

“(Y/n), I hate to cut things short, but it’s time to do our final check on the car,” One of the the (L/n) heiress’ pit crew members announced sheepishly, as he poked his head through the slightly ajar glass door.

“Good luck, (Y/n)… san,” Shinjurō bid with another heart stopping grin, all while resisting the urge to pull her close to him and press his lips to hers. Because doing so would have catastrophic results— or so his lover believed.

***

“Just get a good draft while you’re there, and then cut him off at the next turn,” The voice of (Y/n)’s spotter echoed in her ears. All the while, her eyes flickered to the side mirrors as well as the rear view mirror to check for any good opportunities.

Her right foot was pressed hard against the gas pedal, while her left one rested against the clutch pedal. It felt like it was starting to cramp with how long she had been sitting in the same position, but she soldiered through it and focused on the rush that she felt from being in such a high octane arena.

There were only twelve more laps left in the race, and she was in fifth place— slowly gearing towards fourth, or maybe third if she executed her draft perfectly.

She veered left, then stepped down hard on the gas pedal to get the final boost she needed before shifting up to the fourth gear. Her engine revved beautifully; the thrumming sound akin to music to her ears, as she catapulted past the car in front of her.

However, just as she was about to veer right and block the car from advancing in front of her, another car appeared to her right and knocked against the side of her car. The crash jarred her roughly, making her helmet hit the side of her bucket seat.

Instantaneously, she got knocked to the side— getting dragged along the race track as the other car kept advancing forward; plowing past her as if she was nothing.

Her heart raced so frantically at that, especially when she heard the sickening crunch of metal bending. But she thought quickly and downshifted gears to let the other car go ahead of her— as the driver had clearly lost control.

“Fuck,” She cursed under her breath, while her spotter asked her if she was alright. “I’m fine. But I don’t think the car is.”

And as if to confirm her words, her car lurched once— as if it had momentarily died— just as a rain of sparks down the right side of her vehicle started.

“Your right tire is blown out, and you’re leaking oil.”

The young woman gritted her teeth at the news, then pursed her lips tightly as she kept pushing the car to go— just until she could get to the pit stop. If they replaced the tires, then she could hold out for the last few laps. Maybe.

“I think it’s time to call it quits, (Y/n),” Her crew chief advised through the headset. And she found herself shaking her head, because the mere fact that she was going to lose irked her so bad.

And to add more insult to injury, she was going to have to throw in the towel because of an idiotic driver who ran into her car.

She wasn’t having any of that.

“No. There’re only a few more laps left. We can just change the tires and fuel up,” The young woman answered insistently, even though the shower of sparks along the side of her car was making her nervous as hell.

And that’s when it happened; she smelled it before she saw the fires licking up the right side of her vehicle.

***

Sanemi watched in horror as the right side of (Y/n)’s car caught on fire. And from where he stood, it was only getting worse as more oil from her cracked engine fueled the flames.

His brows furrowed together in frustration, and his eyes darted over to where her crew chief and spotter were seated— looking so calm even though their star driver was basically in a burning death trap.

The worst part was that it didn’t seem like she was ready to throw in the towel; if the frown on her crew members’ faces were anything to go by. Besides, he knew her well enough to know that she didn’t like to lose at anything.

He couldn’t have kept himself away even if he tried, because his feet took him directly to where they were and he roughly yanked the headset off of the spotter’s head.

“You fuckers need to get your fingers out of your ass and do your jobs properly,” He hissed at them before wearing the headset in his hands. He pulled the mic closer to his mouth and took a deep, calming breath— more to center his frantic heart and mind than anything else.

“(Y/n), get your head on straight and give up while you’re still alive,” He practically growled into the mic, while his eyes never left her flaming car that still kept running down the track.

“Sanemi?” To hear her say his name in such a reverent whisper made tears spring up into his eyes because— whether he wanted to admit it or not— he had missed her.

And he was still very in love with her, even though he was the one who had broken their engagement off.

“Yeah, who else would it be, you damn woman?”

(Y/n) felt like she couldn’t breathe, as her ex fiancé’s voice washed over her through the headset. Her eyes kept looking over to check on the flames at the right side of her car, while she tried to tamp down the urge to follow his orders— like she used to when they were together.

“I mean it, (Y/n). Get your ass here and quit while you’re alive,” Sanemi hissed irately once more, just as the horrible sight of smoke rising up from the hood of her car greeted her. “Now!”

Part of her didn’t want to listen to him, but the more rational part had her downshifting gears just as she pulled into the pit road. Just in time as well, because the moment that she had slowed enough to use her brakes, more flames licked up er windshield— which made her scream in terror.

Sanemi, however, didn’t waste one moment. He threw the headset onto a gearbox, before racing towards (Y/n)’s car— uncaring of the headlines and the rumors that his actions would start.

All that mattered to him was getting her out of there.

He was only a few feet away from her when he saw her pull her window net down and try to climb out of her burning vehicle. She was having a hard time getting out, so he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her out of there, before turning her around and wrapping his arms around her so tight.

It was almost as if he never wanted to let go again.

Then, he realized that she still had her helmet on and removed that for her— as well as her mask underneath— and gripped the items tightly in his left hand.

And after two and a half years apart, he realized that his feelings were still as strong as the day he realized that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Looking into her eyes made him feel all sorts of disoriented, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

She made him feel so crazy and so sane all at once, that it made a small smile tug up at the corners of his lips.

Sanemi didn’t even think twice about it, he pulled her in once again and buried his nose in her hair. “Fuck, (Y/n). I thought I was going to lose you.”

He hadn’t meant to say the words out loud, but he couldn’t deny that being honest with his own feelings for her felt good. Because once more, he didn’t have to try so hard to keep denying the truth: that it was always going to be her for him.

(Y/n) was surprised at her ex fiancé’s words, but when she regained enough sense, she gingerly placed her hands against his chest and pushed him away. “Please let go of me, Sanemi. We’re not together anymore.”

And just as she said the words, her eyes darted up to the open windows of the suite above her assigned garage; looking right into Shinjurō’s narrowed eyes.

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[foryoumyheroes]

Their S/O lives with Saitama and Genos

Midoriya + Bakugou + Todoroki 

MHA x OPM 

A/N: 

I’m enjoying OPM season 2 so far!! 

On one of your scheduled dates with your boyfriend, you realized that you left your phone at home. As you two walk back to your apartment you ask him one thing. 

“But...keep an open mind about my living situation, okay?” 

Midoriya Izuku: 

Immediately this sets off warning bells inside his head and he starts to worry. 

Are you being abused? Are you living inconveniently? Maybe you are struggling financially? How did he not notice this from his own significant other? 

You two walk to the bad side of town and immediately Izuku starts to fret about your home life and your safety. 

Your apartment building is ratty and trashed, and he’s full-on mumbling now. The two of you go up several staircases, and by the time you’re at your door, he’s ready to announce that if you needed it, he can help you if you’re struggling financially. 

“My roommates should be home,” you cut him off before he could say anything. “But just so you know...they can be a bit...weird.” 

Before he can, “Eh?” in response, you knock and the door slams open.

Midoriya barely has time to cry out in shock when a glowing, warm metal hand is pointed right at his face, ready to blast him to the next life. 

[“Stand back, [Name]. An unidentified male is standing behind you. One-hundred and sixty-six centimeters, blood type O—” 

“Calm down! That’s just my boyfriend!”]

Just as quick as it came, the hot light winds down and your roommate drops his hands with an, “Oh. Please come in then.” 

Midoriya is ready to cry and drop into his knees shaking. Did he just have a near death experience? 

You have to physically grip Izuku by the shoulders and lead him into your room while he leans as far away from Genos as physically possible. 

You step into the apartment and a bald head pops out. 

“Huh? Did I hear that [Name] has a boyfriend?” he asks. Saitama looks at Izuku and even though Saitama is so horribly plain looking, he wonders if Saitama is out to kill him too. “Oi! Genos! He looks like he just saw a ghost! What did you do?!” 

You seat a dazed Izuku at the table and you leave him for a bit to look for your phone. In that time Genos managed to serve Izuku tea and apologize, and after Midoriya managed to calm his heartbeat, he notices just who your roommate is. 

[“N-No way! Y-You’re Demonic Cyborg! You just started joining the Pro-Hero ranks several months ago, yet you’re already No. 17! You’ve managed to become the sixth most popular Hero in the forums since your debut! C-Can I have your autograph?” 

“Oh...sure, since you are [Name]’s boyfriend.”] 

Izuku forgets all about his fear and continues to talk to Genos; and if there’s one thing that Genos loves, it’s talking. They somehow get to pulling out their notebooks and diaries and they get on like a house on fire. 

You find your phone, tucked as a bookmark for one of Saitama’s manga, but end up sitting at home for the rest of the day anyway. 

His S/O doesn’t live with not one Pro, but two. It’s Christmas. 

Saitama, Caped Baldy, is near the end of the ranks but Izuku still knows who he is. 

Genos constantly refers to Saitama as an inspiration and a mentor, but unlike Genos, Saitama doesn’t have very (positive) videos showcasing his skill. But two weeks later, when the streets are ravaged by villains and all hope seems lost, Saitama comes in and saves the day with just one punch. 

Caped Baldy has won himself a new number one fan, and when asked what Izuku could do for him to pay him back, Caped Baldy just claps a hand on his back. 

“Take care of [Name] for me, all right?” 

When he learns that Saitama’s Quirkless? Izuku cries buckets. 

Bakugou Katsuki: 

He just does that soft scoff and slams his hand in his pockets. 

“Whatever. Can’t be worse than living with my old hag.” 

He says this, but he can’t stop himself from looking you over once more. You don’t look like you might have financial issues (but he knows better to take this at face value), you don’t have any bruises on your body, you do all of your homework on time, you look like you get enough sleep, and you have a packed lunch every day. But you never mention your parents, and you’re always chasing sales like a penny-pincher. 

While people say that he’s a horrible friend and partner, you’re one of the few things that he actually adores in this world. Bakugou is no idiot either. If something was wrong with your living situation, he would know. 

Then you two get to a deserted, trashed part of town and he’s on edge. You get to your apartment and he’s like, “Shit, you fucking live in this dump?” 

You just mumbled out a “Rent’s cheap—and my roommate’s the one that picked it.” Before you knock on your door, your feet shift ever so slightly, like you’re shielding Bakugou, and you have one hand out. 

[“What the fuck are you—” 

 “An unknown male has entered my proximity alarm with surprising rates of anger and aggression—” 

“What the fuck—?!” 

You forcefully wedge yourself between the two before one sets off his palms or cannons. “No explosions! No incineration! Genos, he’s just my boyfriend!”] 

Genos straightens up as if nothing was wrong and lets you in, but Bakugou doesn’t back down so easily. He’s shouting and cursing, and in no time at all your other roommate pops his head out of the room. 

[“Huh? Genos, what’s wrong?” 

“Fuck off, Baldy! This is none of your damned business!” 

“B-Baldy?!”

“Master is very sensitive about his lack of hair! Apologize immediately!] 

You walk out of the room with your phone, ready to resume your date, but Bakugou just yells at you. 

“What the hell?! You live with older men and you never told me?! You know how suspicious that sounds?!” 

You’re already used to this, so you just calmly respond to Katsuki. You wanted to be a stronger Hero, and you had nowhere else to go. As simple as that. 

Katsuki isn’t satisfied though, and they still have a cursing, angry boy screaming at them, so Saitama just goes, “Oi, Genos, do something.” 

“You wanna fight?! Let’s go fucking fight!” 

You tell Bakugou it’s a bad idea to fight against Genos. 

No one listens to you and they fight anyway. 

Bakugou’s strong, but it isn’t surprising when Genos ruthlessly beats him. You end up dropping Katsuki off at his house, but you already know that this isn’t over yet. 

Bakugou ends up going to your house almost every week to demand a rematch. Saitama would tell him to leave, but Bakugou brings groceries as a bribery every time. 

When he manages to finally beat Genos in one fight, he has to go up against Saitama next. 

Bakugou might as well move in with you too. 

Todoroki Shouto: 

Todoroki believes that even without you telling him to keep an “open mind,” he wouldn’t say anything. He’s not the judging type and he’s not in the place to judge with how his own living situation is anyway. 

“Are you...hurt...or struggling at home?” is the only thing he asks when the two of you start walking. 

“Huh? Oh, no, don’t worry, but my home life isn’t the most normal....” 

Low key a Crazy Rich Asian, so it baffles him when he sees the state of the apartment you live in?? 

“Where’s the rest of it?” 

“[Name], I will steal that man’s credit card and we can move in together.” 

The door slams open and you barely have time to think before you’re thrown behind Todoroki and ice and fire collide on your front door. 

It takes a while for the steam to clear and for the situation to de-escalate because your genkan is near irreparable. 

[“[Name]...I didn’t know you were Caped Baldy and Demonic Cyborg’s love child.” 

“Huh?” 

“O-Oi! We’re just roommates! I’m not with Genos like that! And don’t call me Caped Baldy! It’s Saitama!”] 

Todoroki barely knows of Genos, but he knows of Saitama well, because Endeavor complains about Caped Baldy all the time when that man is home. 

[“You’ve caused my father a lot of irritation.” 

“Huh? Your pops? Who’s that?” Saitama squints at Todoroki to get a better look. He snaps his fingers after a couple of seconds with a look of Eureka on his face. “You’re Jack o’ Lantern Panic--no...Speed Of Sound Sonic’s kid!” 

“No. I don’t even know who that is.”  “Saitama that’s not even remotely right.”

“H-Huh? But...don’t they kinda sound alike?”] 

Endeavor doesn’t like Saitama because he thinks that Saitama is a showoff and he doesn’t like the look on Saitama’s face. 

Whenever Endeavor and Saitama end up defeating the same villain No. 2 goes home and complains. 

[“Oh! Endeavor! The guy with the fire beard, right? I almost punched him once on accident...I think....”

“Do you think you can punch my father again, but this time on purpose.”] 

You’re able to resume your date, but when Todoroki needs training he goes to your apartment and asks to fight one of them. 

It’s a good thing that Todoroki is mostly flame resistant because Genos doesn’t hold back. 

Todoroki desperately wants to know the secret to Saitama’s power, but you never let Saitama finish his sentence. Todoroki can’t go bald. 

Todoroki pisses his dad off by inviting the three of you to his house for hot pot. Endeavor just comes home one day and a baldie, a cyborg, and his son are just slurping noodles while looking at him straight in the eye. 

He could piss his dad off even more by moving in with y’all but Saitama likes his leg space. 

[“I have rent money.”  “Oh. Did you bring your own futon?”]

#bnha #bnha imagines #boku no hero academia #BNHA Headcanons #bnha x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #mha #mha x reader #mha headcanons #todoroki #todoroki shouto #Midoriya #midoriya izuku #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero academia x reader #ive gone overboard #i couldnt make it a simple headcanon and just have them meet regularly?? #i had two cups of milk tea and now im ready to GO

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[CM] Try and Try Again | Genos x Ruiying (OC)

Writing commission for @xisanamii, featuring her character, Ruiying, and Genos from One’s “One Punch Man”. Thank you again for commissioning me!

It's a relatively calm afternoon, and Saitama is lounging in the living room, allowing himself to take a moment for his own peace and comfort when Genos walks up to him. The cyborg has a look upon his face that Saitama is all too familiar with. He's going to ask him for help with something, he realizes. Saitama prepares himself for another one of their usual interactions with him rejecting Genos' request to have him teach the cyborg his secrets to all matters related to strength and power. At this point, it's become much of a running gag for them, and it's almost an automatic and instinctual reaction for Saitama to reject him outright, but what comes out Genos' mouth surprises him.

"Ruiying and I have been friends for a while now, but I would like to take our relationship further. I would like your help," Genos requests as humbly as he can, but there's a strong amount of determination laced in his voice.

Saitama's eyes widen. He certainly wasn't expecting those kinds of words to come from the cyborg's mouth. Well, even if he was caught by surprise, Saitama remains rather relax and uninterested on the whole thing, leaning back against the couch while waving his hand in a vague dismissive manner.

"I can't really help with that," he says, and it's the truth. It's something that Genos needs to figure out for himself. This kind of thing should be left only to the appropriate parties involved with no outside interference.

Genos is unrelenting, however, insisting for Saitama's aid in this rather strange quest of his. The man can see that Genos is rather serious and desperate about this, and judging by his expression, Genos has been thinking about this for quite some time already. Saitama inwardly sighs. He knows far too well that his companion won't be letting up on this request of his any time soon.

"Alright," he concedes, casually standing up from his seat. "Let me get something real quick."

Saitama leaves the room, and Genos waits patiently for his return. He has to admit, he feels a sense of excitement. After all, if Saitama is going to personally help him out, then surely everything will be a success and nothing will go wrong! His mentor comes back with a cardboard box in hand and drops it onto the floor. He haphazardly gestures towards it, and when Genos checks its contents, he finds a bunch of shoujo manga packed inside.

"Read through these and draw inspiration from them," Saitama offers before going back to do his own thing.

Genos stares at the various piles of manga stacked inside the box, picking them up and flipping through them one by one. He's aware of how Ruiying has read her fair share of the popular art form, so he comes to the conclusion that if he were to follow the same "formula", so to speak, as these shoujo tropes, then perhaps Ruiying will get the hint about his feelings. Perhaps she'd even appreciate it! This is perfect, he thinks to himself.

Genos offers a deep bow of gratitude towards Saitama. "Thank you very much!" The cyborg offers his sincere and wholehearted words of thanks. He lifts the box with his arms and leaves to follow through with Saitama's advice.

Saitama watches Genos' retreating figure, his thoughts drifting away for a moment. He's a bit skeptical and curious as to how this whole ordeal will work out, but he eventually gives a casual shrug of his shoulders. He figures it'll probably be fine in the end.

Attempt 1: Bumping into your love interest and having your hands brush against one another as you help them pick up their dropped items

It seems like a very simple and straightforward scene to try out and recreate. Genos waits for a good opportunity, but it's safe to say that he's a bit skeptical on how well this plan of his would work out, if he could even execute it in the first place. There are a lot of uncontrollable factors, all of which involve Ruiying and her own schedule and if she's carrying anything on her at the time. He supposes that it will all just depend on his timing and luck.

Thankfully, Genos happens to catch sight of Ruiying one day returning home with a stack of books borrowed from the library. There's no doubt that it's to help her study for school, and Genos realizes that this is the opportunity he was waiting for. He wastes no time at all and goes straight into action, his determination set.

He waits for her to approach, and the cyborg walks into Ruiying's path. Since the woman is unable to see anything past her tall tower of books, she ends up crashing straight into him. The pile of books all come crashing down, but thankfully Ruiying is able to maintain her footing despite the impact.

She stares down at the scattered books on the ground, her eyes narrowing. She's peeved, Genos realizes, and he's about to go and sincerely apologize for upsetting her (and not just for bumping into her), but Ruiying snaps her head towards him before he can do so. The moment her eyes lock with his, she pauses and holds her tongue from whatever lashing she was about to unleash. Her expression begins to shift from irritation to one of confusion instead.

"Sorry for bumping into you," Genos says, bowing his head slightly towards the young woman to dispel the silence between them.

Ruiying raises a brow. She doesn't know what to make of this situation. "Aren't you a cyborg?" She questions, her tone accusing, though she means no ill will behind it. "Aren't you supposed to, oh, I don't know, sense me or something? You're not really the kind of person to go bumping into things or other people for that matter."

The woman bends down to clean up the mess and pick up the dropped books as she waits for his explanation. It really doesn't make sense as to how he bumped into her. Genos doesn't respond to her question, however. He doesn't quite enjoy the idea of lying to her or withholding information from her, but somehow, he can't bring himself to be honest about this. If he could, then he wouldn't have staged this kind of scene to play out in the first place.

"Sorry," Genos repeats, and he follows behind her to help retrieve her books.

His hands move around the ground, but it seems like his eyes are far more focused on Ruiying's hands than the books themselves. He watches and waits for his chance, and he deliberately brushes his hand against Ruiying's own just as she goes to pick up the last book on the ground. He thought that he was being subtle, but the action was completely unnatural, and she notices it straight away.

Unfortunately for Genos, her heart doesn't thump with fluttery butterflies like he was hoping for, and instead, Ruiying is left feeling far more confused than she was initially. She opens her mouth to speak and call Genos out on his strange behaviour, but in the end, she opts against questioning it. It looks like attempt number one is a bust.

Attempt 2: Making a homemade bento for your love interest

Since attempt number one didn't turn out as planned, Genos decides to put his next plan into action. He decides to make a meal for Ruiying. Food is an important part of a human being's life. Making food for someone else is a sign to show that one cares for them, and Genos wants to be able to get his feelings across this time. If not with words and actions, then maybe with food.

Genos browses through the Internet at immense speed, searching for ideas and recipes he can possibly use. He knows that Ruiying is busy with her schoolwork and studying, so he wants to make her something that will help keep her energized. He wants to make her something that will show that he's paying attention to her and cares for her. He hopes that it'll help her out somehow, no matter how small.

It's the early morning, and before Ruiying can head out for school, Genos decides to give her his homemade bento. "I made this for you," he tells her, offering the packed lunch out to her, and she happily accepts it with no questions. It is free food after all. She has no reason to refuse.

"Thanks!" Ruiying repays his kindness with a vibrant smile, and Genos finds himself heating up a bit at the sight. The woman doesn't catch his reaction though, and she leaves to go about her day as usual.

Later at noon, Ruiying takes out the bento that was offered to her while her notes lie in front of her. She begins to eat the food without much thought of it, her mind too busy trying to understand and memorize all of the notes she needs to get down before proceeding any further with her studying.

It's only when she's halfway through her meal does she finally look down at what she's eating. A questioning sound leaves her lips when she's met with the sight of how the food is laid out. At first glance, it almost looks like there's a sort of "heart theme" going on with the bento—no, wait... there is a heart theme after all.

Ruiying leans back in her seat, staring awfully hard at the food she was previously eating without a care. "What the...?" she mutters underneath her breath.

For a while, Ruiying wonders if maybe she's just seeing things she secretly wants to see, but there's no doubt about it. This bento practically screams romantic undertones no matter how you look at it. Ruiying bites down at her lower lip. She considers for one brief moment that maybe... just maybe... Genos might reciprocate her feelings and see her in a romantic nature rather than a purely platonic one?

"..."

Ruiying shakes her head, quickly waving the idea out of her mind with a wry smile. It's ridiculous, she argues with herself. She holds a certain sense of self-doubt and is unable to come to terms with the idea that Genos might actually feel the same way she does about him. That he might actually her the same way she loves him, more than just a friend. She comes to the conclusion that he was probably just trying out something new. She convinces herself of that reasoning, but despite it all, she holds a sliver of doubt—and hope—within her heart that perhaps there might be more to all this.

Attempt 3: Love Triangle

Ah yes, there's always the typical love triangle trope. There's something about the idea of bringing another party into the mix that seems to add excitement to avid readers of shoujo manga. Genos considers giving this particular trope a shot, but for that, he'll need somebody to help him out with this plan if he were to go through with it.

He'll need someone who can stay true to the script and somebody he knows won't accidentally fall for Ruiying as well (and thus gain a proper love rival of his own). He goes through a list of all the possible candidates, and unfortunately, the only person that comes to mind is Saitama. He's the only one he can trust with this very important mission.

Genos decides to approach Saitama one afternoon. "Sensei—"

"No," comes the man's quick and curt response, not bothering to look up once from the book he's reading. The moment Genos walked into the room, Saitama already had a vague understanding of what it was that the cyborg wanted to ask of him.

Looks like attempt three was a quick failure, but Genos refuses to give up just yet.

Attempt 4: Sakura viewing with your love interest

Despite Genos being quite determined and focused on trying to recreate very typical and cliché scenes found in shoujo manga, it isn't like he's completely disregarded Ruiying's own feelings and state of being. It hasn't escaped his notice that the young woman has been feeling rather stressed and tired from all of her studying and schoolwork. Out of consideration for her physical and mental well-being, he decides to invite her out to view the sakura which are currently in full bloom, hoping that it will help her relax, even if only just a little.

At this point in time of the school year, Ruiying has pretty much given up on anything and everything school-related for the time being. She's more than happy and eager to accept the offered invitation without much fuss to give her some time to herself. She asks if she can bring Mantou along as well since it's been a while they were able to spend some time together due to her hectic schedule. Genos doesn't mind it, so long as it'll make Ruiying happy, and the two of them set up a time and date for their planned sakura viewing.

Since the previous bento attempt turned out pretty well with Ruiying having finished the whole thing and having her wholeheartedly thanking Genos for the thoughtful meal, the cyborg figures it wouldn't hurt to make another one for their date. (Well, he's calling it a date, but he isn't sure if Ruiying sees it the same way.) Not only that, but he finds himself feeling quite giddy at the idea of Ruiying enjoying what he made for her. It fills him with a certain sense of pride and accomplishment. Once again, he looks up various sites through the Internet in search of recipes that Ruiying might like and appreciate on their little outing.

The decided upon date for their sakura viewing comes rather quickly, and both Genos and Ruiying head out with Mantou in tow, yipping excitedly by their feet. They arrive at one of the nearby parks where one can comfortably view the sakura in all its glory, and they easily find a good spot to settle down in. They begin making their preparations, setting out a picnic blanket on the ground for them to sit on while Genos takes out the bento he made for them to enjoy.

A comfortable silence stretches out over them, the pair eating the food with little to no words exchanged in between. Both Genos and Ruiying sit side-by-side, their shoulders brushing against one another every now and then as they appreciate the gorgeous view of the flowers before them while also relishing in the warm presence that their company provides. This is rather nice, they think to themselves. It's been a while since they've been able to relax so freely like this beside one another.

The pair of them go through the bento at a leisurely pace, each taking turns of petting Mantou who can't seem to sit still and moves back and forth between the two. As Ruiying runs her hands over the dog's synthetic fur, Ruiying can't help but recall the day Genos had gifted him to her.

Just because Ruiying is allergic didn't stop her at all from petting whatever dogs she came across (with the owner's permission, of course), and Genos had grown concerned for her well-being. It's not like he could stop her from doing what she wanted, but at the same time, he didn't like the idea of her basically putting her life at stake just for a few fleeting moments of happiness to pet a cute animal.

That's why he decided to give her Mantou out of the goodness of his heart so that she can enjoy having a dog of her own without having to put her health at risk. Needless to say, Ruiying can still remember how touched she felt on that day. Something seemed to change in their relationship, and it hasn't exactly been the same since then. Even her thoughts and feelings of him had started to shift to something more deep and profound, even if she herself never properly voiced them out loud. It isn't necessarily a bad change per se, but change is still change, and Ruiying has noticed it. Her mind can't help but wonder just where exactly her relationship with Genos is heading, slow-paced and awkward as it is.

She glances down at the food in her hands, and once again, she silently notes the romantic theme behind it. There's lots of reds and pinks as well as heart-shaped food packed into the bento. Ruiying has read enough of the romance genre to kind of form some thoughts and conclusions as to what Genos is possibly scheming with all of this, but once again, she's too scared to consider the possibility of it being true. Even though she wants it to be true, a sense of anxiety grips at her heart that she'll just get her hopes up for nothing and have it all come crashing down at some point when or if she finds out that her conclusions are wrong.

She likes where her relationship with Genos is right now. It's true that perhaps she's hoping for something more to come out of it, but she doesn't want to risk what the two of them already have. She doesn't want to put any kind of awkwardness or strain or distance to this relationship that she so deeply cherishes, both internally and externally.

Ruiying decides to put those heavy thoughts on hold for the time being. She brings a hand up to her mouth to cover a yawn that she had been trying to suppress. She's visibly sleepy, and Genos, to her complete and utter shock, offers to have her use his lap as a pillow.

The young woman stares at him, eyes wide with disbelief and feeling very much dumbfounded. She can't help but ask, a bit on guard, "Are you... joking?" She really can't tell if he's being serious or not.

"No," he answers simply, shifting his position around so that he's on his knees and gestures towards his lap for her to lie down on.

"I, uh..." Ruiying starts, uncertain of what exactly to do in this kind of situation. Should she accept? Would it be weird if she accepted? Do friends usually do this kind of thing? Now she's starting to hold some doubts, and Genos continues to stare at her with expectant eyes, waiting for her to lie her head down on her lap. As thankful as she is for the kind offer, it's far too embarrassing for her.

In the end, Ruiying shakes her head. "Uh, no, it's fine. I'm good," she finally answers, her tone hesitant and wary, her mind still racing to sort out this situation.

Genos looks a bit disappointed, but Ruiying waves it off, thinking that perhaps she's just imagining things. Why would he offer a lap pillow for her? It just doesn't make sense, no matter how hard she thinks about it. He doesn't push the topic any further to her relief, and they continue on as per usual. The rest of the sakura viewing goes off without a hitch, and they begin to clean up so that they can head back home.

As they're packing up, Genos becomes lost in his thoughts once again. Ruiying would probably never have guessed that the thing on his mind right now is a bunch of shoujo tropes and scenes usually aimed towards young female adults to make their heart race. He goes over his mental library of notes that he's taken from all the manga he binged through, and he comes across one that he saw quite often, even if it didn't particularly make sense to him.

It involves one character catching the other mid-fall. He wonders if he can try to recreate a scene like that right now, but similar to his first attempt of bumping into Ruiying, this plan of his is based more on luck and timing rather than anything else. Genos briefly considers the idea of tripping the woman to instigate the scene, so to speak, but after a quick second thought, he decides against it. No matter what, even if it's for his own personal gain and reasons, he's highly against the idea of bringing Ruiying any kind of harm, no matter how small. He had promised to himself that he would protect her, not hurt her. He has certain lines he refuses to cross.

That leaves him empty-handed now, however, and it's back to square one for him. As they're heading back home, engaging in some simple and casual conversation, Genos feels something drop at the top of his head. He tilts his head back and looks up, noticing that rain clouds have blown in, and it quickly starts to rain.

Genos, straightforward and simpleminded in his thoughts as always, realizes that he can use this as his chance for yet another attempt in wooing Ruiying and getting her to fall for him. If he recalls correctly, one of the characters would usually offer to share an umbrella or jacket and walk underneath it together, forcing them to stay close to one another. Unfortunately for him, he remembers that he doesn't have either of the two items to use, so he decides to use the next best thing: his shirt.

"Wh-What are you doing?!" Ruiying asks with embarrassed horror in her voice, trying hard not to scream as Genos removes the shirt he's currently wearing and leave him with no top on. Since she's holding Mantou in her arms at the time, she ends up squeezing the dog a bit tighter against her chest as reflex since she really doesn't know how else to react.

Genos doesn't answer and instead drapes the article of clothing over Ruiying's head. It does little to provide her shelter from the rain, but it's better than nothing at all. Despite the confusion and embarrassment she feels, Ruiying's heart skips a beat at the stiff and awkward gesture, feeling oddly touched.

She really doesn't understand what Genos is thinking or why he's behaving like this, but at this point, due to how strange he's been acting as of late, she's learned to just accept these things as is. Though she will admit, she supposes that a small part of her is appreciative of these kind acts and the like. She might not know what's going on with him (even if her heart might already have an idea), but she can't deny that these past few days have been kind of... fun and maybe even a little heart pounding. She would be lying if she said she wasn't feeling a bit happier than usual ever since Genos started acting like this. The two of them walk back home with nothing but the sound of rain and Mantou's small barks to fill the clumsy and awkward air in between them.

Attempt 5: Kabedon

Genos is betting everything he has on this last trope and attempt. He's gone through every single overused scene and trope he can think of and weighed in on tropes he can try to recreate and which ones he can't. At this time, he's tried out almost every trope in the book except for this one—the kabedon. It's the most wildly used and acknowledged trope that even the characters in the manga themselves acknowledge it, so surely nothing can go wrong this time, right?

Preparing himself for the task at hand, Genos finds Ruiying when she's all alone. He calls out to her to get her attention. She pauses in her tracks, curious, and turns to face him. She's in a good position, standing relatively close to the wall. The cyborg walks up to the woman, lifting up his arms and tries to slam his palms against the wall behind her. It should have been executed rather well, but he ends up underestimating his strength. Somehow, he ends up breaking the wall, his hands going inside the hard surface and leaves him stuck there.

Ruiying is caged in between Genos' arms as planned, but the situation is a bit... well, there isn't really a good enough word to properly describe it. It's definitely an amusing sight to any passerby, but for the two of them, it's difficult to explain. A moment of awkward and tense silence passes between the two with Ruiying peering up at Genos with a very confused look and him peering down at her with an unreadable expression.

"Do you, uh... Do you need help?" Ruiying asks slowly, finally breaking the silence between them.

"Yes." Genos' face is deadpan in accepting her offer.

Ruiying breathes out a small sigh, almost sounding exasperated as she ducks her head and moves underneath the cyborg's arms so that she's no longer caged by him. She wraps her fingers around him, and after a couple of firm tugs, she's able to help him get out of his predicament. Genos offers her a bow and word of thanks, but Ruiying is too distracted to properly accept it.

Instead, the woman crosses her arms across her chest. She can't figure out the reason for Genos' strange behaviour as of late, and to be perfectly honest, it's starting to creep her out a bit. Not necessarily in a bad way, but in a more concerned kind of sense. She decides to bite the bullet and ask him directly.

"You've been acting weird lately," she points out, and Genos can't deny it. He knows that he's been acting rather out of character around her lately. She tilts her head to the side. "Any particular reason why?"

Her gaze is strong and unyielding, and it doesn't look like Ruiying will be letting him get away from her without some form of explanation. With no other cards left to play, Genos has no choice. Just as Ruiying herself decided to directly ask him, he concludes that it's only reasonable that he be direct as well.

He straightens up his back, his eyes suddenly serious. The air around him changes, becoming almost heavy, and Ruiying unconsciously gulps, afraid of what his reason might be. It seems... really serious. They stand there for a while, staring at one another without saying anything. Is Genos mentally preparing himself for something or what? Ruiying shakes her head. If he doesn't want to tell her, then she won't force him. She opens her mouth to tell him that it's okay, but—

"I love you."

It's simple and straight to the point. There's no fluttery words or praise or compliments added into it. It is just as it is, quick and direct and with no room for misunderstandings or anything like that.

Ruiying stares at Genos in disbelief, and he stares down at her, waiting for her response, whether it be acceptance, rejection, or reciprocation. It takes a while, since she's still trying to process those three very simple but meaningful words that can change everything they know about their relationship, and the moment she does, she becomes a flustered mess.

Her cheeks and tips of her ears become visibly red from embarrassment, and she's left stumbling and fumbling with her words. Her lips part, and sounds come out, but she can't form any kind of cohesive sentence. Genos finds himself being so entranced by her cute reaction that he can't help but wonder why didn't just do this in the first place. It would have saved him so much time and effort, he realizes.

Seconds tick on by, and Ruiying is still trying to gather up her words to answer to his confession. Hoping that it'll help her out, Genos asks, "Do you feel the same towards me?" Maybe if he asks a straightforward question like this, it will help her out of her embarrassed state.

She stops floundering around for a while, going dead silent. She bows her head, and Genos can't see her expression anymore, but she gives a subtle nod of her head that's almost easy to miss at first glance.

"...Yes," she finally answers with a soft and whispered voice, but it is full of sincerity and honesty.

Genos feels something akin to warmth bloom in his chest. She loves him. He loves her. Finally, they're able to get their feelings across to each other. Finally, they're able to understand one another to a far better extent and be on the same page for once instead of trying to figure each other out.

Genos delicately cups Ruiying's chin between his fingers, and he gently tilts her head back up, wanting to see her face. Her entire face is glowing with a pinkish hue, but despite the blush she's wearing and troubled crease between her brows, there's joy dancing behind her eyes, and Genos' eyes mirror it.

Seeing as the straightforward approach was the most effective way of doing things and led to the best result, Genos continues with that direct way of handling things and asks another question. "Can I kiss you?"

Ruiying would have never imagined such a request to come from Genos himself, but she heard them loud and clear. Her eyes glance off to the side for a brief second before finding the courage to bring her attention back to him.

"Yes," she accepts, breathing out her response.

Genos smiles softly at her, the sight making her heart thump wildly against her chest. He leans in close, slow but purposeful. He presses his lips against hers, giving her a careful and short-lived kiss before pulling back once more.

Ruiying's blush intensifies even further, and she's no longer able to look Genos in the eyes. Her heart is racing faster than it's ever done before, but she's so full of love and joy at this moment that nothing else matters. Genos thinks back on the past few days ever since he decided to confront his feelings towards Ruiying. Although it might have taken a while to reach this point, and although there were a few snags along the way, in the end, it was all worth it for this moment and for the future that lies ahead for them and their relationship.

#One Punch Man #OPM #Genos #Genos (OPM) #Genos (One Punch Man) #Genos x OC #Canon x OC #other's ocs #commission #writing commission #fanfiction #avisteliterature

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Extremes

This one is for the Min Yoongi fans out there. The sickie is Yoongi with caretaking Hoseok and Namjoon. Thanks to: @snifflyjoonie @sneezybts @rosieknows and@bttwenty-whump for all the inspiration and headcanons.

Extremes:

Min Yoongi was fond of saying that he was more than just one person. And now, all of him were busy. The lines between himself, Suga and Agust D were shifting and blurring as he took on more and more challenges. Songs for BTS, in addition to producing songs for other artists (as Min PD) kept him in Genius Lab sometimes from when the other members went to sleep until they called him to choreography practice in the morning. 

When his eyes started to feel like they were about to fall away from their retinas , he knew that was a sign to catch a nap for an hour or two on the comfortable sofa in his studio. This had been his default setting for the past three weeks. It worked for the most part, with him getting most of his solid sleep time on the studio couch and small naps between recordings and practices. Yoongi figured he was averaging between four to five hours of sleep per day. But the last two days, had been both hell and heaven in one terrifying mixture. Yesterday , they had made their appearance at the MAMA event in Seoul. They hadn’t performed in Seoul, but they would perform tomorrow. They had to take an early flight to Japan and the weather promised to be awful. The weather in Seoul had been a frigid 4° C (39° F) and windy. Japan promised to be about the same in temperature and climate. 

The rapper shivered abruptly; just thinking about it made him feel cold. He rubbed his eyes and blearily stared at the clock in the room. “11:30pm”, the glowing digital numbers made his vision swim as they tried to adjust to the different lighting. He slapped his face lightly to rouse himself out of his drowsiness. 

“Ugh… I’m not even done packing yet…” he groaned. He wasn’t worried about their performance. He knew that they had practiced every line and step until they could do it blindfolded. The weather worried him a little though: especially with Tae and Jimin just getting over their latest colds last week. Being outside in such cold, dry weather without any real weatherproof gear on, could wreak havoc on the vocal line’s sensitive voices. Combine that with all of the travelling and long rehearsals they were doing. At least they were ending the event in Hong Kong. it would be a little warmer there.

Speaking of warmer… Yoongi grabbed his spare jacket that he kept at the studio and shrugged it on over his hoodie. He turned off his beloved studio’s electronics and locked up. Outside the night temperature had plummeted below freezing; the sudden chill and dryness made him cough a little as his lungs tried to adapt to the drastic change in environment. An icy gust of wind tossed his hair into his eyes and he brushed it aside with impatience as he hurried to his car. He got in and cranked the heat as high as it would go with already numbed fingers.

Once he arrived back at the dorm, he pulled his sweatshirt’s hood up over his head, jammed his hands into his pockets and shuffled inside as quickly as his tired body would let him. The extreme change in temperature made his nose run slightly. He rubbed the wetness away with his pointer finger. Revived a bit by the warmth of the dorm, he made his way to his room, where he made short work of the last of his packing and gratefully flopped onto his bed.

He didn’t remember closing his eyes, let alone falling asleep; but he knew exactly how much he wanted to just go back to sleep, now that he was awake at 6 am. His head hurt and his nose was completely blocked on one side. Sitting up was a chore. He felt almost boneless with how tired he felt. Coffee... he needed lots of coffee. Damn… coffee was downstairs. He sighed and muttered a soft profanity under his breath, before peeling off the clothes he had worn the day before and getting changed into comfortable travelling clothes. 

As he tried not to fall onto his face while pulling his pants on, there was a loud knock on his door,

“Yoongi-hyung? Are you awake?” The deep voice belonged to a surprisingly awake-sounding Namjoon. Yoongi winced as he head as the knock seemed to reverberate through his head. He tried to respond, but his voice came out as a croak:

“Ye…” he coughed, clearing his throat, “Yeah, I’m up, Joonah.” 

“Okay, Seokjin-hyung is making is making breakfast. Come down soon.”

Hearing Namjoon’s footsteps fade away, the older rapper sighed again. This was going to be a long couple of days. He grabbed his suitcase, a warm winter coat and a warm oversized scarf before heading downstairs to join the others.

He could barely smell his hyung’s cooking with his stuffy nose, but what he could smell seemed to be good. He entered the common area and sat on one of the breakfast island’s stools. Seokjin was ladling soup into bowls, but looked over when he heard the stool scrape the floor. 

“Ah… Yoongi-yah. Can you help with setting out the potato banchans and the fried eggs?” Nodding wordlessly, the rapper went to the kitchen to begin plating the food for the younger members. Seokjin raised an eyebrow at him,

“Long night?” the older man asked, “I didn’t hear you come in…”

Yoongi shrugged and rubbed at his nose with his shoulder. The steam was loosening his congestion, but this was awful timing. He hitched for a moment, his nose scrunching, before burying his face into his upper arm (away from the plates he carried) and muffled a nearly silent sneeze into his sweatshirt.

“Hhxxgt.” he sniffled quietly, and replied, “Not too bad. I think I got to bed around midnight.” 

“Good, that’s fairly early compared to your normal time.” Seokjin was still focused on the food, so it seemed that Yoongi’s sneeze had gone unnoticed. As if the smell of the food had summoned them, the other members shuffled into the kitchen area to eat (and some of them to finish waking up). Jungkook had entered, virtually asleep on his feet, being dragged by Namjoon and Hobi. They seemed to be the most awake out of all of the group. They dumped Jungkook inelegantly into a chair at the table, and started getting beverages for the members. Jimin and Taehyung sat down with matching plops. Jimin requested juice and just slumped forward leaning his forehead on the table. Tae smiled at his hyungs and seconded the request for juice before trying to poke Jungkook into wakefulness. The maknae’s eyes weren’t even open yet. The sight made Yoongi’s mouth twitch upwards into the hint of a smile. Trying to wake Kookie up was a thankless and lengthy process. 

Breakfast was a quiet affair, most of the members were still sleepy due to the early hours, for which Yoongi was grateful. After eating, the Hyung line let the maknaes clear up the leftovers and dishes. By 8am, they had all piled into the van and were on their way to the airport.

A few hours later their plane touched down in Tokyo. The flight was mercifully short and Yoongi couldn’t remember ever being so pleased to get off of a plane in his life. The pressure changes had made his head throb painfully and the congestion in his sinuses was getting worse. His nose was completely blocked now, and he had not been able to sleep at all during the flight. His head ached fiercely and he hissed in pain after stifling a pair of sneezes into his scarf, which he kept over the lower half of his face. 

Slowing down a bit, Yoongi pulled Hobi off to one side, 

“Hobi-yah, do you have any headache tablets with you?” The congestion was more obvious than he had hoped, and he couldn’t meet Hobi’s eyes. Asking Hoseok was a safe bet on Yoongi’s part though. The dance leader had a habit of pushing himself to his body’s limits and beyond. Hobi smiled at his friend and quickly rummaged in his cross-body bag. “Yaaaahhh…”, Hobi teased, “Of course! I got you, man!” His voice was light and high-spirited, but the older rapper felt the dancer’s eyes on him, not examining, but curious. He brought his head up and met the younger man’s gaze for a moment and nodded in response to an unasked question,

“Just the pressure changes, Hoseokie.” Hobi just nodded in reply. He didn’t comment on the stuffiness in his older friend’s voice. They knew each other well enough to know that they both hated being the center of attention if they weren’t at their best. Yoongi wasn’t sure that he could have brought himself to even ask the other members for medicine if Hoseok hadn’t had what he needed, even if his head split straight down the middle first. 

Seokjin-hyung and Namjoonie would scold him for working late and fuss at him. The maknae line would worry and try to help, especially sensitive Taehyungie. Hobi knew him best though. It helped that they both tended to work through any minor injury or illness and that they could relate to each other’s pride in the face they showed to the other members and their fans. 

Hobi passed his hyung a water bottle  and clapped him on the shoulder amicably, “Ready?”

No, definitely not,...

“Yeah,...”

Yoongi pulled his scarf back up and they rushed to catch up to the others. They reached them just as they were exiting the terminal and were greeted by the flash of hundreds of cameras  and the screams of the ecstatic Japanese ARMYs. They smiled, bowed and waved before exiting the airport and getting into the waiting car. The air had a sharpness to it, and Yoongi muffled a quiet cough as he crawled in next to Hoseok in the back. He leaned on the younger man’s shoulder. He slept in small, disturbed fragments. The trip to the hotel was a blur. Hoseok brought his bag into the room they would share, while Yoongi slept in the car. Mere minutes later they were traveling to the Saitama super arena for their final run through. It was a little while past noon. 

Three hours later, they had arrived, eaten lightly, stretched and had done their final practice. It was just the choreography portion to save their voices, but it was still tiring. Yoongi’s headache had been dulled by the pain relievers, but he felt fuzzy-headed and exhausted. His nose had changed from stuffy to runny during the rehearsal, which helped him breathe easier through the dances, but also made him clear his throat more frequently. 

By the end of the rehearsal, Yoongi was seriously questioning if someone could marry a bed. Laying down in a soft bed with warm covers sounded like heaven on earth right now. He rubbed his nose on his jacket sleeve, for what seemed like the thousandth time today and made a beeline for the chairs backstage and let himself fall into one with relief. Just behind him, someone cleared their throat (besides him for a change). Yoongi was startled enough to jump a bit, before seeing Namjoon in a folding chair just behind his. He must really be tired, he realized, if he didn’t noticed the less than graceful man flank him. Usually, he could tell when most of the others were nearby, just by their breathing alone (a consequence of living together for nearly 6 years). Maybe his ears were still off because of the flight…

“Hyung? Are you feeling alright?” Namjoon leaned closer behind him and kept his voice low. Yoongi turned in his seat until he could see their leader’s face out of the corner of his eye. The younger man was looking straight ahead, as if he was staring out over the stage, rather than at his hyung. The older rapper smiled tiredly at the attempt at subtlety. He brushed off the question quickly,

“Mmhmm.”

“You were struggling up there.” It wasn’t a question. Yoongi’s smile disappeared instantly, as Namjoon continued, 

“You were almost a full beat behind during Anpanman. You were out of breath too…”

Yoongi scoffed, ignoring the “slow” comment,

“Only Hobi could do that dance and not be out of breath afterwards, Joon.” 

“Look, if you need to rest before the show tonight, just…” the younger man trailed off, remembering the type of person he was speaking with, and sighed resignedly, 

“Hyung, at least be careful for our sakes if you can. We don’t need you to accidentally hurt yourself because you are tired… or…”

“Or?...” The oldest rapper voice was acidic and challenging Namjoon to complete that thought.

Instead the leader stood, cramming his hands into his pockets. Yoongi sucked in a breath to demand an answer, but began to cough as the inhalation scraped against a sensitive throat. He struggled to muffle it into his scarf, pressing it against his lips with a closed fist. The younger man was in front of him in the span of a moment. 

“Hyung…” Namjoon handed Yoongi his own water bottle and stood in front of him, effectively blocking the older man from the sight of the other members who were laughing and joking around on stage.

Catching his breath, Yoongi downed half the bottle desperately, his face pale, but stubbornly set.

“I can’t ask you to sit this show out, can I?” Namjoon questioned in a murmur, his eyes full of pity and concern. Shit, but Yoongi hated that look.

“Not unless you thrive on rejection…”

Namjoon ran his hand through his hair, in a very Jimin-like gesture, but this movement was laced with overwhelming frustration,

“Fine, I also won’t tell you that pushing yourself like this is stupid.”

The older man’s eyes flashed dangerously,

“This is one of our last performances this year. This is also an award show that we are hoping to win, isn’t it?!? How can you ask me to cripple us hours before a show… Can Hobi and you carry Anpanman alone? Not fucking happening, Joon. I’ll be fine.” His body chose that moment to side with Namjoon and he felt a burning pinch in his sinuses,

“H’ppshh! Isshh! Damnit…” he sniffled against a closed fist.

“Do you think you have a fever?” 

“No idea. That’s not relevant right now. Just let me get through the next two days. Then you can yell at me all you want.” Yoongi got up stiffly and walked away. He had taken as much of Namjoon’s leader mode as he could reasonably be expected to deal with at the moment. He knew it was well-intentioned, but right now, all that mattered was the performance tonight and finishing the next in Hong Kong. He could persevere until then. The others had enough to worry about; he refused to add more to their stress levels. 

He went to the area where the managers kept first aid items in case of emergencies. He made sure no one was around before opening the medicine box. He pocketed a couple a headache tablets and found the decongestants, he swallowed them dry and put a couple extras in his pocket just in case. 

He shuddered at the vile chemical taste, but went to start getting changed into his outfit for the show. He was starting to feel cold. This could be a problem. He was supposed to wear three different outfits. One for the red carpet, one for Fake Love and then a quick change into the one for Anpanman. He would be okay in the red carpet outfit because the long silver coat was big enough to wear a sweater beneath it, but the outfit for Fake Love was just thin pants and a loose fitting prince-style shirt. He decided to talk to the stylist about a last minute addition. 

After they had taken photos and done their introduction with the hosts, they headed into the audience to watch the first few performances. The other members were chatty and excited. When the signal was given, they headed back to wardrobe.

The stylist agreed to the change easily, as he would have been the only member in white with the old choice. She outfited him with a short suit jacket over the shirt, which gave him a bit more warmth and fit him well. She then sent him to make-up and he waited for the others to finish before taking a seat. 

“Min Yoongi-ssi, you are so pale today! And these circles under your eyes!” Yoongi murmured an embarrassed apology for cause her to work harder. The make-up brushes layered the foundation, concealer, or powder. As she was finishing the area around his mouth, he sniffled, and inhaled some of the powder. He released a small fit of sneezes into a raised hand. 

“Hhh’issh! Psssht! Igghhxt!” She patiently redid his makeup and offered a couple of tissues, 

“Just in case…” She said, smiling. He bowed and left blushing. He was grateful to be out of there and hurried to the backstage waiting area. The sound team attached their mics and earpieces and did their final sound checks. The members could hear loud cheering and the hosts beginning their introduction. 

Damn, his nose was running again. Yoongi sniffled and went to rub his nose on his cuff before remembering his makeup. Instead he used one of the tissues that the make-up noona had given him and dabbed at his nose gently, before tucking it away into his sleeve. Fake Love had intense dancing, but his rapping part was fairly short. Anpanman would be harder dancing and he would be rapping through most of it. 

They entered in darkness, the colors swirling over the stage in front of them, then the lights came up and Yoongi saw an ocean of ARMY bombs. He would do this, for ARMY who made this possible to stand here. He muted his mic until about 10 seconds before his rap, to minimize the heavy, gasping breaths he was taking from negatively impacting the song. He delivered his part with emotion and strength, the only fault he could hear had been the softened consonants as he sang. He kept pace with the others until the last chorus when his nose began to itch. He wanted to scream. Not here. He couldn’t during such an important show. His left foot missed a touch point as he became distracted. He couldn’t hold it. He had to sneeze. He held his breath as they met in the center for the final pose, and yanked his headset off before sneezing into his suit jacket sleeve. There was no sound, but across from him Namjoon was looking at him, breathing hard and completely focused on Yoongi’s face, unsmiling. The lights dimmed and they disappeared off stage putting out the anpanman outfits quickly. The sound team replaced his headset with a new one. 

They reappeared before the audience and began the energetic dance. Suga kept up through most of the song. During the part where he was supposed to rap alone he slowed to a rhythmic walk to give himself more air. His voice was rough and tired sounding but he was clear and on the beat every moment. At the end of the performance, he let Hobi “hug him” as they made their way offstage. Truthfully, Hoseok was helping to keep him upright. 

The got their makeup refreshed and their sweat-soaked hair dried before heading out to watch the ending. They received a few awards that night. Yoongi, managed a breathless laugh and a few important thank yous before leaving the rest of the speeches to the other members. Once everything was over, they piled into the limousine that would bring them back to the hotel. Namjoon was silence incarnate. The younger boys chattered and giggled and talked about the awards, Jin putting in his thoughts intermittently. Hobi kept Yoongi close. Every so often, he would push a water bottle into the older man’s hands in a silent encouragement to drink fluids. 

When they arrived, the younger members went with Jin to get cleaned up and to play games. Namjoon wordlessly followed his hyungs, his mouth a thin, tense line. Once inside the room, Namjoon paced for a few moments before asking Hobi,

“Hoseok-hyung, how is he?”

“HE is fine…” quipped Yoongi.

“YOU GET TO SAY NOTHING!” Namjoon shouted, surprising the oldest rapper into silence. 

Hobi swallowed hard and said,

“He seems to have a fever… I’m not sure how high yet, because of the exertion. He has had a bad headache since this morning, and he has been congested… Plus the sneezing.” 

“And the coughing fit earlier,...” Namjoon said mostly to himself, returning to pacing the room, but Hoseok heard the younger rapper and looked at Yoongi in disappointment. 

“Oh, Yoongi.” The dancer felt for the glands just under Yoongi’s chin and looked reproachfully at him when he felt how swollen they were. 

“If I had known you were this bad, I would have told Joonie-yah that you needed to be sat for this show. Are you trying to lose your voice before Hong Kong?”

Yoongi blushed, he felt awful for worrying them both. He was angry at his body and at himself. 

“No…” he mumbled, “m’sorry, Joonah… really.” 

Namjoon stopped pacing to stare at his hyung. He was pale with anger. He never seemed to run out of patience or tolerance for the other members' antics. Why was he almost shaking now with uncontainable frustration?

“You… you could have…” the young leader began, “You could need to be hospitalized if this gets worse.” He began to pace again, “You really amaze me, hyung…” This was meant sardonically, as the youngest rapper was in no mood to pay compliments, “What were you trying to prove? That you’re tough? That you don’t need anyone’s help? That you can’t or won’t trust me?”

Yoongi could only dumbly shake his head “no”. 

“What would have happened if you had passed out on stage? Do you think any of us could have found it in us to keep the show going while in a panic as an emergency team took you from us. What about ARMY? If they had seen something like that? They would have been terrified for your safety, and angry with us and the company for not taking care of you. I can’t exactly just go out there and explain that you are just a stubborn jackass with a deathwish.”

Yoongi looked at him in shock. This is what he’d been worried about this whole time? As the weight of what-ifs, hit him, the oldest rapper looked at the youngest member of the rapline, and saw him for what he was, a young man trying to carry all the cares and problems of the group and Yoongi realized he had only been making Namjoon’s life harder by keeping him at arm’s length.

Namjoon sniffed, and to Yoongi’s astonishment, he saw that the younger man was fighting back tears. His wall shattered and he reached out to his younger brother. Namjoon took his hand and said,

“Just tell me hyung, whenever you aren’t feeling well. It’s so hard not knowing for sure what’s wrong and having to guess. Please…”

At that, the tears spilled out of his eyes, and Yoongi could do nothing but pull Namjoon close to him in a tight comforting hug, 

“I promise. I won’t make this hard on you again. I’m sorry, Joonie-yah, I’m so sorry.” 

Hoseok sat beside them on the bed, his arms encircling Yoongi in a warm embrace. When the older boy broke away from them to sneeze into his fist, Namjoon said,

“Okay, hyung. Get showered and get some sleep already. Hong Kong is in 2 days, and you are only getting out of this bed to use the bathroom. If you are still this bad tomorrow, you will be sat. No arguments."

"Sounds good.” 

(I hope you like it. This one was really tough. I'm happy with how it came out though. 💜💜💜)

[the-nysh]

What are your favorite garou moments?

F-favorite?! 😳 This might be hard to narrow down & choose...but if I go chronologically, I think I can make a good list of most memorable moments!

1. Garou surrounded by the A/B heroes and enduring the worst of odds (injured, fevered, outnumbered, poisoned), with his biggest test of character yet (at this point in the story) to defend the shed and miraculously pull out on top. (Where thematically you can interpret as his version of ‘justice’ prevailing.)

Because this challenge was the first time, since Garou’s introduction, that really 👀 opened my eyes. He wasn’t all bark and no bite; he truly was the resourceful, combative fighting genius he claimed to be, and this fight deliberately showed that (the perfect ‘show don’t tell’ example) to make his character’s competency and tenacity truly shine as believable. (And to this day, it’s still my favorite choreographed fight in the whole story.) Then adding the decisive ‘do or die’ protect Tareo in the shed moment? Ugh ;o; truly the emotional icing on the cake, both for his convictions and proving what he’s willing to risk his life for. That this guy had the makings of something great 👀 to keep an eye on, and this addition to the story was probably one of the best unexpected improvements over what the webcomic did to flesh out his character for the better. Because at the time, many fans were bemoaning the manga’s deviation from the wc with the whole tournament arc, but this change with the whole shed set up and resolution, completely flipped the mood that we were speeding along, right on course with even better expansions to look forward to. A welcome surprise for all that keeps on giving getting better the more you go back and revisit/reread the fight. :’D

2. Garou’s whole downtime during the dine n dash section, where he was basically just fucking around on his own, lost in thought trying to assess/clarify his goals to ‘become a monster’....while ironically saving civilians, rescuing Tareo again (from bullies) and accidentally behaving just like a hero without even realizing it! :’D That was hilarious. Basically this was his slower ‘slice of life’ moment he got for himself, and I love that shit - it’s basically one of my favorite parts to come back and reread from time to time (and one I hope to see animated/voiced one day), because it’s just so funny, with that fond smiling reader awareness like ‘aha~ you’re stubbornly trying to be someone you’re not, aren’t you squidward~’

3. Garou’s Big Damn Heroes moment (literally, the precise trope) busting thru walls to Tareo’s cries for help at perfect timing to rescue him in grand, feral dramatic fashion from Royal Ripper. 8′D .....Only for this fucker, in awkward denial fashion, to have the gall and say ‘It’s not like I came here to save you or....anything, baka’ Classic peak tsundere moment.

No really! It’s probably the first time I’ve ever burst out laughing from seeing that classic line uttered, and I couldn’t believe ONE actually went there, but he did (and used it in a fresh, but most effective platonic context different from usual), so what a delight! X’D 

4. This page, because it encapsulates peak feral protective Garou. o///o

Which Murata totally milked for all it’s worth while inking it on stream, even showing off teases of the finished panel from his assistants while the entire stream chat screamed. 8′D (In retrospect, this era was probably my favorite ‘peak opm’ while Murata was most prolific and active on stream with fandom interaction. I miss this age dearly.) 

5. Jumping ahead, Murata swooping in to unexpectedly drop Garou vs Darkshine (esp part 2) on us, which we had been waiting for to see adapted, only for Murata to suddenly deliver with the delicacy of taking a bludgeon to the forehead. 8′D Holy shit!

Especially because Murata somehow reached peak h0rny in the interim to proudly show off all of Garou’s ahem, assets in full glory. Murata has no chill!! D8 Anyway, I think my brain was fried for a week; I was too buzzed to properly sleep straight. And yes, Murata made the grueling wait for more Garou content totally worth it. 8′D

6. Unadapted webcomic territory now, but his badass line/entry with ‘your case of emergency just happened.’ While ripping through BS, utterly destroying GS, and yes, saving Tareo once again in grand, feral dramatic fashion. :3

How hilarious that his grand ‘monster debut’ was him actually uhhhhhh....saving a kid from a hostage situation and dramatically violently defeating the other monsters who threatened him, whom the other heroes couldn’t even win against. (Only to go ‘ayy heroes~ come at me and I’ll demonstrate to you why your hero marks fail to pass my test.’) Like oh my god, does Garou still not realize what he’s actually doing?! D8 Saitama, halp knock some cathartic sense into him! And for the most part, I find his fight with Saitama more tragic and painful to witness than anything, as his desperation grows and meets a figurative brick wall, mentally speaking. (So you won’t see me ‘cheering’ like some other fans might during his ‘beatdown,’ because that ‘punishment’ only breaks his will to live. Not fun. :O) But rest assured I will be right there frothing at the mouth to witness how awesome and unforgettable Murata intends to deliver this too. Particularly for that ‘case of emergency’ moment above (if/when manga Tareo somehow gets captured again for the battle), awesome moments like that are sure to make me go feral to finally see them in Murata’s style. 8′D

7. But!! There’s hope, because his moment of realization and clarity, where it all finally and silently sinks in, seeing the light after Tareo saves him and helps him understand who his true self has been all along - whom he had been denying and rejecting all this time - now that, is just beautiful. :’3

One of the best long-awaited payoff moments to see adapted in full glory for sure. I am prepared to be emotionally destroyed for this whole ‘eye scene’! So ONE & Murata, do your worst!!

8. His return in the webcomic’s ch133. ;A; And ONE, just knew how to deliver the suspense (even Murata was hyped) and make Garou’s long-awaited face reveal brilliant, beaming, and perfect. Hhuhuuhu pretty sure I cried from the compounded joy, familiar relief seeing how -it’s him-, and...the later sense of devastation from seeing the cycle of injustice happen to him all over again. :’)) (Which he silently shoulders and walks away from like a champ~) Anyway, you can still read/relive my whole first blind ch reaction here~

#opm #garou #commentary #webcomic spoilers #long post #Anonymous #replies #aaahhhh!!! that took a while to compose and find all the pics again for but whee :'D #also notice how there aren't any 'early' moments....because i used to be indifferent towards him up until the shed fight opened my eyes

[heroes-writing]

hi!!! i love your works so much omg!! and i have an idea that came up from first season ending lyrics (cuz its so cheesy and so sweet) about someone who just got fired and needed job asap so they started to work at saitamas house (like, cleaning and cooking) and they became friends with him and genos and later developed feelings for him (mutual). so maybe you would want to write about monsters outbreak and caretaker worrying over opm at his place and them him coming back and their reunition

Here you go!! And because you kept the pronouns neutral in your ask, I did the same for the response.

Also, at the end I referenced Season 2’s ending because I personally can’t stop listening to it~ Saitama’s VA is so talented, and the lyrics fit so well in comparison to S1’s ending!! <3 Please enjoy!!

Word Count: 1219

(Name) sighed and wiped their brow with the back of their hand. In the other they slowly twirled a large metal ladle in the air as their stew bubbled and steamed. The tiny apartment was saturated with the delicious smell of meat and veg, and then just beneath it was the scent of fresh laundry and floor cleaner.

A small porcelain cup was dipped into the froth, and a small sip of the hot reddish-brown liquid brought the taste of salt and beef stock to (Name)’s palate.

Savory, rich, soothing.

They smacked their tongue against the roof of their mouth. It was complete, and all the stew needed now was two hungry men to eat it…

(Name)’s shoulders dropped as they dipped the ladle in the soup again, a frown pulled at their lips.

In the next second, (Name) grabbed the remote off the kitchen counter and turned off the tv.

The news report describing the attack in B-City had long since ended, and (Name) hadn’t seen any clips featuring Saitama or even Genos.

Because they had nothing else to do, they slowly stirred the pot in mellow and controlled strokes. When they were sure nothing was stuck to the bottom, they meticulously cleaned the cutting board and knives in the sink. They dried them and put them away into the cabinets.

…With such a small apartment, it was easy for (Name) to run out of things to do.

They had already prepared tomorrow’s lunch. They ensured the vegetables Saitama bought at the market were used before they expired. The bathroom was spotless, the small patio was swept, and Saitama’s plant had been watered…

(Name)’s own place was next door, fully cleaned and with lunch tucked away in the fridge. However, the sun had set, and they felt less inclined to leave Saitama’s safe and secure abode.

The terrifying stillness of the abandoned streets of Saitama’s neighborhood made (Name) realize just how much Saitama’s presence soothed them.

Then quiet of the room made (Name) realize just how much they missed him…

With tired eyes, they glanced into the empty living room. Not seeing Saitama smiling at them from his usual spot by his table was downright disheartening…

Another heavy sigh floated up to the ceiling as (Name) checked the clock on their phone and turned their music louder.

A gentle, loving tune belted out from (Name)’s small speaker:

“Oh, my love…When are you coming home?”

“--And the crescent moon hanging in the sky, swayed softly to my sighs…”

Saitama and Genos had been gone since the early morning. Even after receiving a text from the cyborg explaining their lateness because a horde of monsters had invaded B-City, it had done little to ease (Name)’s worry.

--Just as Saitama hoped to one day meet his match, (Name) worried one day he would be defeated…

They quickly shook their head and took a deep breath.

There’s no way that’s happening!

I can’t get all mopey now, I need to put on a bright face for Saitama when he gets home…

Clicking the dial on the stove to its lowest setting, the flame dimmed into electric blue, and they placed the lid atop the large pot. (Name) double checked the kitchen one last time before finally meandering into the living room.

…The clock ticked a melancholy beat.

The large yellow moon that had been keeping name company was drifting out of sight…

(Name) gingerly kneeled at the table before giving the front door a long stare.

With another sigh they turned and picked out a volume of manga to read, and maybe they cradled Saitama’s pillow to their chest for comfort. There was no one around to see, after all.

They cracked open the novel-- psychics, scammers, and spirits filled the pages.

(Name) glanced at the door once more, before delving in.

--

Somehow the coffee table had become too comfortable to resist. (Name)’s eyes were closed, their senses lost to the depths of sleep when the front door opened and shut.

They barely stirred until (Name) felt warm arms encircle their shoulders, familiar hands pressed against their stomach, and a warm sigh floated past their temple.

Belatedly, (Name) jolted up, their breath catching in their throat as their back met a solid chest.

“Sai—” They startled, and their eyes met the hero’s deep brown orbs.

His smiling face was clean, but his hero clothes were a mess of dried green blood. (Name) didn’t care. With impeccable speed for a civilian, they threw their arms around him, and Saitama made all the space they needed to cuddle him as closely as possible.

He pulled them into his lap as they snuggled and hummed against his neck.

“Welcome home!” Was all (Name) could manage as they pressed even deeper. At least his pristine white cape was clean. Saitama still smelled the same. It was a remedy for their every worry, his affection shooed it all away.

“Taidama~” He murmured, before yawning loudly in (Name)’s ear.

With a blushing face (Name) glanced around for a certain cyborg, but didn’t find him staring from a distance like usual—

“Where’s Genos?” Although even as they asked, they already guessed the answer.

“He had to go get repaired again.” Saitama groaned while rubbing his hands up and down (Name)’s back in long strokes. They slowly relaxed into it, before going ramrod straight again—

“Wait, my stew!!—”

He crooned into their hair, “I took it off the burner, don’t worry.” His words were exhausted as his head fell into the crook of (Name)’s shoulder. Feeling him settle his weight, his burdens on their body made (Name) hold him harder. They couldn’t resist rubbing a hand against the nape of his neck as they sighed in bliss.

“I’m so glad you’re back~” They whispered as his sleepiness spread into (Name) in the same way his warmth tingled across the broad line of contact their bodies maintained. (Name) could barely feel him pressing a series of lazy kisses to their shoulder…

“Don’t you want to eat?” They asked.

“I think I want to get cleaned up, and go to bed…” He raised his flushed face before he yawned again. (Name) had to resist yawning in response as they settled more deeply into his lap.

“Well I cleaned everything today, I can make your bed up for you while you take a bath?”

His mouth turned up at both ends, the smile soft and sweet. Somehow one of his hands had found theirs, and he was squeezing it in a way that always made them grin and blush.

“Are you going to stay over?” He quipped as his round face turned sly with implications. It wasn’t often Genos was gone, but when he was…

(Name) was quick to nod, and just as he was beginning to shift beneath them to get away, (Name) caught his face between both hands and began peppering him with kisses.

“Yes, because I missed you so much today…”

“Oi—” His laugh grew shaky as their kisses darted into the ticklish sections of his skin.

…

Just beyond their laughter, in the background another song was playing:

“There’s something that I need—"

“To keep moving on."

“So I promise that I’ll come back.”

“I promise that I’ll come back to you!”

#saitama #opm scenarios #opm #opmscenario #fluff #one punch man #maybe listen to s1's ed for the first half #then s2's ed for the second! #Anonymous

[joyandeggs]

Hmmmmmmm I just saw that character ask sooooooooooo Metal Bat obviously alsoooooooo Sanji?? Also hope you've been having a lovely day ❤

Oh my gosh, thank you!! I hope you're having a great day too! ❤❤❤ Here they are, here's the boys.

Metal Bat

Favorite thing about them: UGH EVERYTHING. Oh my gosh. He's just such a great character. 💞 For something specific, I'd have to say how tough and hard headed he is. (Literally, LOL) He's such a great hero for being as strong as he is. And of course...his pompadour. It's a cute pomp, and I absolutely love pomps and the whole Japanese delinquent look. (Badd actually made me discover that his whole character is My Type. That's why I love so many of them in other things! Like Knuckle from HxH!! 😳 A huge weakness of mine.) Oh, and I love his voice. Wataru Hatano does a phenomenal job voicing him.

Least favorite thing: Even though ONE and co have given us plenty of him in general, there's still so little of him. Especially him and his sister. And no merch!!! I would die for a Badd nendoroid! 😭 (Or even the keychain I saw, but it's only sold in a huge box set in Japan. The box set does look cool though.) I just wish there was more merch for him like Saitama and Garou. I'll make things myself if I have to! :'0

Favorite line: "Fuck reasons, it's fighting spirit!" Or maybe "Whenever I'm pumped up, I can handle anything."

brOTP: I feel like him and Zman are great friends through the HA. 💓 He could be good friends with Saitama and Genos too.

OTP: I don't really ship him with anyone.

NOTP: I can see the appeal of him and Garou, but I'm not too into it at all. I enjoy seeing everyone's art of them though.

Random HC: He is a really good singer. I actually think about this a lot!! But I imagine him singing to himself, or humming while he's at the house with Zenko all the time, especially when he's in a good mood. He'd shrug it off if someone told him he was good though. "Eh...'m not that good." 💓 Another huge one is he does girl stuff with Zenko of course. He would go shopping with her, take her out for ice cream and everything. He definitely would do things like paint her nails and fix her hair for her. (Zenko does the same for him when he can agree to it!) And if anyone said a word about it to tease or make fun, he gets pissed even though he doesn't care at all what they say or think. He just tells them to fuck off.

Unpopular opinion: He's actually smarter than he looks. Not a straight A student or anything, but he's definitely smarter than what his intelligence is on the scale.

Song I associate him with: For a favorite Japanese song of mine, it's either I Give You My... or Never be too late by Wataru Hatano. Those songs are just so soothing and sweet, I love them a lot. Never be too late is such a cute song, he sounds like he's having fun singing it.

Favorite pic of them:

Oh I will happily give you two. I couldn't pick just one. 💞 Season one AND season two Badd!

Sanji

Favorite thing about them: He dresses so nice! From what I've seen, he's always in his suit or dress shirts. And I love how passionate of a cook he is. Even having that quirk where he always has his hands in his pockets. He's a fun, funny character.

Least favorite thing: I don't have anything at the moment.

Favorite line: I don't have a specific one, but I've heard my love talk about how he says something along the lines of "if someone is hungry, they need food." He will always offer food to anyone because he doesn't want them to go hungry, and it's really sweet.

brOTP: Him and ZORO, oh my gosh. And him and Luffy of course.

OTP: I don't have one.

NOTP: None that I can think of.

Random HC: His hands are actually very cracked due to how much he washes his hands, so he has to make extra care of them. (Wow this was out of nowhere, but it was the only thing that I could come up with LOL)

Unpopular opinion: I can't think of anything.

Song I associate him with: Why is he giving me Wham vibes?

Favorite pic of them:

I don't have any screenshots on me since I'm watching the series on tv, but here's a pretty gif of him. ❤

#thank you so much for sending these!! I had fun writing these #I had absolute hell trying to get this all out though since tumblr hates me #and I'm still at season one of op but I'm enjoying it a lot and already know so much from my boyfriend! #he heavily convinced me to get into it and I liked it right away #and of course...metal bat #about me #askbox #one punch man #one piece #fishing-for-blood

[batneko]

Contract Princess, part 14.1

the full chapter is taking longer than planned, so here’s an update.

words: 2720

[previous]

Saitama had not done a pub crawl since boarding school. He hadn't intended to ever do one again - he tended to go straight from tipsy to maudlin - but here he was walking from bar to bar. Before noon. Alongside someone he'd never expected to see again.

Genos had a strategy, as it turned out. At the bars he'd order a soda, or a fizzy water with a fruit garnish, let Saitama get something similar, and then go looking for people he knew. Once that was accomplished he'd have some variation on the same smalltalk.

"Who's that?" the friend would ask about Saitama, often with some mild insult.

"My husband," Genos would say. "Don't worry, he knows everything."

The friend would comment on the marriage. They all seemed to know that Genos hadn't been married the last time they saw him, which raised some questions which Saitama had to remind himself was none of his business.

"It was arranged," Genos would explain. "Both our families thought the other had money."

The friend would laugh, or commiserate, and after another assurance that Saitama knew what Genos did the conversation would turn easily towards work.

Genos got some referrals, some tips, and a couple of straight up offers. He actually accepted one for insurance fraud.

Saitama hadn't managed to hide his surprise at that, and the friend - a woman in goggles - gave him a suspicious look. "Don't approve of your omega taking jobs without your permission?"

"It's not that!" Saitama said quickly. "I just didn't think- I don't know."

She huffed, and leaned in to whisper something to Genos. He shook his head and patted her shoulder.

"He means well, he's just a little stupid. He'll be good muscle when I need some help."

"If you say so."

On the way out, Genos took Saitama's arm. He didn't let go once they were outside.

"She may be watching," Genos murmured by way of explanation. "People talk."

"Is that why you're being so vague?"

"Yes." Genos steered Saitama down yet another narrow street. "I'm hoping someone will point me either to a local, or a third party with big-money jobs."

"Nothing so far."

"Something," Genos said, disagreeing. "There's one particular third party that has been mentioned several times. I've worked with them before but they're hands-off and have very high standards. One slip and they'll never hire you again."

"Sounds like kind of a dick," Saitama said.

"Mm."

It was technically afternoon now, and Saitama was getting hungry. The pub they came to was small and sketchy, didn't look like the kind of place that served more than snacks.

"We should get lunch after this," Saitama said.

"Already?" Genos said, eyes fixed on the door. It was down a set of metal stairs, and Genos was still holding Saitama's arm.

"It's like one, and I haven't eaten. You need more than yogurt, don't you?"

"After this," Genos said. There was a distant tone to his voice that made Saitama sure he was going to have to remind him. Maybe even drag him.

Only when they reached the top step did Genos release Saitama, and Saitama followed him down and through the door. There was a bouncer, though he didn't look at them, and Saitama suspected he was there more to protect the pretty bartender than enforce age restrictions.

Genos stepped to the side once the door swung shut and pressed his hand to his mouth. The light was dim in here, but he looked green.

"Y'okay?" Saitama asked, keeping his voice low.

Genos shook his head, but he pulled his hand away and started toward the bar.

"If it's your stomach again-"

"Stinks in here," Genos muttered. Saitama's sense of smell wasn't great, but he didn't detect anything other than the usual booze and sweat.

The bartender greeted them with a glittering smile - literally, he was wearing sparkle lipstick - and handed a couple drinks over to his latest customer before turning his attention on the newcomers.

"Soda water with lemon," Genos ordered. He'd been a bit more polite about it at all the other places, but the bartender gave him a sympathetic look.

"Expecting?"

After a pause, Genos nodded. Saitama had to hold back laughter as he ordered a cola and explained, "Solidarity."

"Aren't you sweet!" the bartender exclaimed.

They took their drinks and went walking around the bar. Genos wasn't looking around the way he had at the other bars; he was staring straight ahead and his face was still pale.

"That was funny," Saitama said.

"What?" Genos asked, distantly.

Maybe it had upset him. Maybe he was insulted. Saitama had noticed Genos' waist filled out a bit since the last time they saw each other, but lots of brides tried to lose weight before their weddings so he hadn't thought anything of it.

Changing the subject, Saitama asked, "See anybody?"

Genos turned his head slowly. "I... don't think so. Not yet. Let's sit down."

In searching for an empty table, Saitama's eyes were drawn to a booth with three men along the wall. He wasn't sure why until he recognized the bright orange hair on one of the trio.

"Hey there's somebody we both know! That guy who was your aide back on Z-1."

"Charanko?" Genos looked too. "That's right, the Hungry Wolf is here. Of course we would run into them eventually." Genos raised a hand, and one of the other men returned the wave. "Come on, we have to talk to them or they may accidentally ruin something."

"Not a nice way to talk about your friends," Saitama said as he followed Genos.

Genos didn't seem to have a comeback for that. He greeted the booth at large with a stiff, "Hello."

It became immediately obvious that they'd been drinking. The orange-haired one, in a red undersuit and what looked like a hoodie made of a fishing net, elbowed one with black hair styled in a tall poof.

"This is the guy! From before! We told you about him."

"Yo," poof-head said, "I got no idea what he's talking about." Through the glass table Saitama could see he was wearing a student uniform jumpsuit, folded down and tied around his waist, and above that he had a sheer shirt and one of those jackets that was only sleeves.

"The one!"

"The princess," the third member of their party said. He had very pale hair, early gray unless it was dyed, and was wearing an identical red undersuit to the orange-haired one. Over it he had a loose shirt with a high collar, which was tattered and torn in a way that Saitama first took as age, until he saw all the holes were neatly cut out and stitched off.

"Softly," Genos said, voice tense. "If people know my past, they think I have money."

"Those would do the same job," the gray-haired one said, pointing at Genos' arms. Saitama didn't know enough about cybernetics to know if they were expensive - cheaper than vat-cloning tissue, at any rate - but Genos didn't disagree with his statement.

"How come you're still with the prince?" the orange-haired one asked. "Wasn't that like a whole thing? That you wanted to run away?"

Saitama couldn't help from glaring at him, and the orange-haired one shrunk back in the booth. Saitama shifted his glare to Genos, though he could feel the way his face relaxed when he saw the guilt twisting Genos' mouth.

"It's... complicated. But we're going to officially end the marriage, I think."

"Yes," Saitama said, immediately. He took a gulp of his drink to chase away the bitterness.

"That sucks?" Orange-hair said, at the same moment Gray-hair said, "Don't care."

"Thanks," Genos muttered.

"Are you gonna drink or are you gonna talk?" Gray-hair demanded. "Cuz either way, sit down!"

He scooted inward as well, leaving Saitama and Genos to sit across from each other at the points of the U. Genos next to Gray-hair and Saitama next to Orange-hair.

"What was your name again?" Saitama asked Orange-hair.

"Seriously? I told you like three times back on your planet."

"I'm bad at names!"

Gray-hair thumped his glass on the table and started pointing at people, one by one. "Saitama, Charanko," that was Orange-hair, "Bado," poof-head, "Garou," himself, "Genos. We good?"

"Charanko, Bado, Garou," Saitama repeated. "Got it." They'd disappear from his vaults within a week without regular use, but he could remember for now.

Poof-head was the first one to speak. "What the hell is royalty doing here?"

"Broke royalty," Genos corrected. "I've been a hired goon for years now."

"And you?" he asked Saitama.

Saitama shrugged. "Tagging along." There was a thought trying to penetrate his skull, but it hadn't made much progress.

"What are you all doing here?" Genos asked. "This place, specifically."

"They don't check ID," Garou said, casually reaching over and putting a hand around Bado's glass. Poof-head gave his wrist a fake karate-chop.

"Knock it off!"

"Mine's gone!"

"Whose fault is that? Go flutter your eyes at someone and get a new one!"

"Here," Genos pushed his glass across the table. "You can have mine."

"See?" Garou grinned. "Now this is a friend." He took a swig of nonalcoholic fizzy water and began coughing. "Ugh! What is that?"

"Lemon and soda," Genos said, unconcerned.

"You trying to kill me?"

"Are you allergic? I thought the wedge of lemon would be enough of a clue."

"Dick," Garou said, but there was no anger to it. The other two drunks were laughing uproariously, and even Saitama chuckled. "I need alcohol."

"Dude," Bado said. "You should pace yourself."

"Fuck you!"

"I'm just saying, I can't bail you out again. I haven't had time for a job in months."

"I don't need bail!"

Charanko leaned toward Saitama and utterly failed to whisper, "Garou gets punchy when he's drunk."

"I do not!"

"When we were on your planet he tried to start a fight with an off-duty cop. Somehow managed to get laid instead."

"Go to hell! I don't fuck cops!"

"You did, though."

"One time!" he exclaimed.

Maybe it was the bickering, but the thought that had been trying to get Saitama's attention for the last few minutes finally sunk in. "Wait a second. Am I the only person at this table who's old enough to drink?"

There was a momentary silence.

"It's twenty here," Bado said.

"Ohh, then no," Charanko said. "I'm twenty-three."

"But the rest of you?"

Garou shrugged and made another attempt at stealing Bado's drink, which he evaded by chugging it. Genos said nothing. He didn't need to.

Saitama groaned. "Does this mean I'm dad? I hate being dad."

Across the table Genos suddenly choked. Saitama hadn't seen him take a drink, but it must have gone down the wrong way.

"You guys know it's lunchtime, right?" Saitama said.

"Don't judge us, old man," Garou said, crossing his arms on the table and beginning to slowly slide forward.

"Besides," Charanko said, "we landed at 3am local time, and that was like first thing in the morning for us."

"I thought it was standard policy to set your clocks by where you're going."

"It is, but we still had to get up at 3am to land."

"I guess that makes sense." Saitama glanced at Poof-head. "You're local, right? What's your excuse."

"Don't got one!" he said cheerfully. "I'm in favor of lunchtime, though."

"So am I," Saitama said. "You okay, Genos? How's your stomach?"

Genos was scowling. "We do not have time for breaks, my prince. I don't see anyone here, but there are still two more places to check and then I- we have to follow up on leads."

"We've gotta eat. You're only human."

That threw him. Genos blinked a couple times and took a sip of his drink.

"Oh... oh no." Realization was dawning. "You're one those people, aren't you? You get caught up in stuff and you forget basic bodily functions."

"I'm- I don't-" It was dark enough that Saitama couldn't tell if Genos was blushing, but he had ducked his chin and looked indignant. "I don't forget that I have needs. I set reminders for hydration and my medication."

"And eat?"

"Well... I..."

Next to Genos, Garou started laughing. "Oh man, you are one of those forgets-to-eat people. Once you know, you can see it all over him." He elbowed Genos' arm, too hard, clonking against the metal. "Nerd."

"That's not weird!" Genos protested. "Don't you- Doesn't everyone do that sometimes? You're working on something important and you look up and it's been twelve hours."

The rest of the table shook their heads.

"Oh my god," Garou said. "We're dealing with a terminal case here."

“Terminal case of nerd!” Bado exclaimed, and they both started to make a whooping noise that Saitama, unfortunately, remembered from when he was that age.

It wasn't the most tactful way to say it (not that Saitama had a better idea), but they weren't wrong. Back on Z-1 Genos had been happy to do all that boring accounting work, he'd always seemed stiff and uncomfortable when he was in public, he had strong opinions about roses without even liking them... Genos was a huge nerd.

And Saitama had known that, with the math thing, but it hadn't really sunk in. He was too distracted by his beauty and glamour. Even now, in casual clothes with uncombed hair, Genos was easily the most graceful person in the bar. But that was just the outside, that was how he was born.

For the first time, Saitama thought he was starting to understand his husband.

“Sorry,” Saitama said. “I mean... it's not just you? But it's not normal.”

Genos didn't look up from glaring at his lemon wedge. “I will program a new reminder.”

“If you want, I guess? But right now we should have lunch.” Saitama glanced around the bar. There was no sign of a food menu, and if the smell of the place was still bothering Genos... “Go somewhere and find lunch.”

They ended up following Bado - who got lost twice - to a little streetside cart selling various fried foods. Saitama got a plain meat bun and noticed Genos ordered a pizza-stuffed one. Full of cheese, just like his tiny fridge on the ship.

It was still lunchtime and the cart was busy, though everyone else was grabbing food to eat on the go. Genos started walking, Saitama stuck close to him, and the drunks trailed after them like ducklings.

"We should go to the next place."

"Do we have enough to work with already?"

"Not really," Genos said. He bit into his pizza bun aggressively, stretching out a glob of cheese until he had to bite it twice more to detach the rest. Saitama was the only one who noticed his stomach growling in anticipation.

"What do we need? If you tell me, I can help."

"You have been helpful, my prince. As a prop."

Saitama let that slide. "You just said we're not getting what we need."

"It would take too long to brief you on everything you need to know," Genos said. "It's not that I believe you can't."

"I didn't say anything about that."

Genos took a couple more bites of his food. The bun wasn't small, but he was already halfway through it. Was it too late to go back and buy him another?

"All we can do is look for leads," Genos said. He turned a corner and everyone followed him.

"Leads for what?" Garou asked, suddenly behind them.

"Nothing," Saitama said. "Don't worry about it."

"Cuz it sounds like you're talking about crime."

"No," Saitama said.

"Criminals," Genos said, "not crime."

"Tell us!" Garou exclaimed, and the other two began shouting agreements.

"You are intoxicated," Genos said, prim considering he'd finished off his bun when Saitama wasn't looking. "And indiscreet."

"We can be discreet!" Garou said. "You need a guy? I know a guy. I know Bado."

"I know all the guys," Bado agreed.

Genos glanced around, at the pedestrians in uniforms and suits they'd been passing. "Let's go somewhere and talk. Privately. Your ship?"

"Sure," Garou said. "But the dock's back the way we came."

"Good!" Saitama said firmly, looking at Genos. "We can grab more food on the way."

[next]

#one punch man #saigenos #genosai #opm #opm au #Alpha Beta omega #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/beta/omega #scifi au #space opera au #saitama x genos #batfics #omega genos #alpha saitama #mpreg #food #alcohol #garou #metal bat #charanko #saitama #genos

[jenny-opm]

The Oven Fic Ch.2

Remember this picture

Remember this fic I wrote exactly one (1) year and one (1) day ago

WELL this is Chapter 2! I don’t know if anyone else waited for this but I waited for this so it’s a good day!

(cut for length)

"Ding!"

The sound rings from the kitchen, loud and sudden. Startled, Saitama drops his comic book. The book closes when it falls, making Saitama lose his place, but Saitama pays it no mind. Instead, he turns towards the kitchen with a frown.

"Genos?"

"Yes?"

"Was that you?" Saitama asks.

"Yes, Sensei. The cookies are done." Genos answers. He sounds pleased. Saitama continues to frown, suspicious.

"No, I mean, was that YOU. That was literally your voice, going 'ding'."

Genos doesn't even bother hiding the smile in his voice when he answers, "I don't know what you're talking about, Sensei."

"Genos." He's a dork, and Saitama has no qualms letting him know. "You're a dork."

"It's more efficient than adding an oven bell in me on top of everything else, Sensei." Genos says as Saitama walks into the kitchen. He has his chest plates open, taking the cookies out of his oven module. "And besides, you think it's funny."

Saitama can't help but smile. He wraps his arms around Genos from behind, watching him put the cookies on a plate. The kitchen is filled with a sugary smell, and Genos smells just as sweet.

"Let me try one."

"When it cools down, Sensei."

"C'mon. You can't tell me a cookie, of all things, is gonna burn me."

"I'm not taking any chances, Sensei."

At first, the only real challenge that came up with the oven was figuring out what they could actually do with an oven. Saitama's never owned an oven before, and Genos didn't have any experience with using one, either. For now they'd stuck to recipes with cheap ingredients. In case their first couple tries didn't go so well, they'd just lose some flour and sugar and such. A preferable outcome than losing comparably more expensive ingredients like meat and poultry.

In any case, they were having a good time. That is, until Genos got tired of staying still in the kitchen all day.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Saitama asks, a grocery bag in hand. He's just a step behind Genos, watching as Genos carefully steps over a bump in the sidewalk.

"It'll help me improve my proprioception and concentration," Genos replies. He's taking each step slowly, making sure he's not making rocky movements. He smells faintly of apple pie. It's to be expected, as he has one baking in his chest right now. Saitama wonders if anyone at the store noticed.

"How do you even turn an oven into a training thing," Saitama mumbles, but he's not really complaining. He'd feel bad making Genos stay home when he just wanted to tag along. Sure, they could've timed their baking plans better, but it's just a quick trip to the closest grocery store. It's not like they're out to fight a monster or anything.

A shuriken flies straight towards Saitama. He catches it.

"Huh."

"Saitama."

Sonic, dressed in his usual purple and black attire, drops down from a nearby tree. "It's time I finally showed you your place."

Before Saitama can even open his mouth Genos steps in front of Saitama, an arm outstretched.

"You will not waste Sensei's time," Genos growls. Sonic only laughs.

"Good thing you won't be wasting mine."

Sonic moves towards Genos, his sword unsheathed. He's ready to strike, and Genos is already about to retaliate, still smelling of their apple pie--

"Genos, no!"

Sonic feels the impact that breaks his sword in half before he can comprehend what's happened. Instead of striking down the cyborg, his sword had met Saitama's arm. The broken piece drops to the ground with a clang. Sonic jumps back.

“What—“

Sonic's had plenty of opportunity to go against the cyborg before – the tin can always stuck around his rival, and it was only natural they clashed. However, to this date Saitama's never tried to stop them from fighting entirely like this. Sure, the man sometimes interfered to save his so-called disciple, but this is definitely unprecedented.

Saitama has a hand on the cyborg, holding him back from lunging towards Sonic. Neither of them pay any attention to Sonic.

"Genos, what are you thinking?" Saitama shouts. Sonic tries to remember if he's ever heard Saitama shout. Saitama's voice is usually stuck in that bored, unimpressed tone that makes his blood boil. Even when he's tried to rouse him up, the man had almost always remained maddeningly calm.

"Sensei, please let me take care of him—“

"Did you forget about what you're carrying?"

Genos pales. Oh ho. Now that's not something you see everyday.

"Ah, I….” Genos immediately grows quiet. Sonic takes a step forward, straining to hear. "I think it moved, Sensei…."

"Is it okay?" Saitama has his back turned towards him, and it should be infuriating, but Sonic's never heard Saitama like this before, with his voice full of… concern? Like he's worried, or even scared?

But of what?

"I… I think so? It doesn't feel any different…."

And the way Genos is holding his torso is throwing Sonic off, too. The way he has his arms wrapped around his middle, like he has something there to protect ….

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Sonic snaps. Something about this whole situation is too strange for him. If this is a mind trick of theirs, it's doing a damn well job.

His voice seems to turn the two heroes' attention back to him. "Sensei—“ Genos starts to say, but Saitama steps forward.

"Let me, okay? I want us to go check up on it."

Before he can blink Saitama is standing right behind him, and before he can move he hears a dull thud. He sees the ground coming up to meet him.

As the ground comes up to meet him Sonic tries desperately to put together what he's seen from the two of them, but maybe it's the pain and maybe it's his world fading to black that's making it so hard for him to come up with anything halfway logical—

Sonic passes out.

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Mumen Rider tends to run into more Demon-level threats than the average C-class heroes and even B-class heroes. Though he's sometimes chastised for running into trouble – sometimes literally – the��simple reality is that Z-city is a dangerous place. There are too many threats, monsters or otherwise, and too few heroes in comparison. Consequently, Z-city residents are always exposed to more danger compared to those from other cities.

So Mumen isn't too surprised when he finds that "some guy with tight clothes sleeping on the sidewalk" turns out to be Speed-o'-Sound Sonic, a dangerous criminal estimated to be on par with S-class heroes. There hadn't been any alerts from the Hero Association, no indication of any danger in the immediate area. Mumen wouldn't have even known Sonic to be a criminal, had he not been present at the time of his initial arrest. 

Mumen can't really contain someone like him if he were to wake up, but he has the protocols down at least. Support shouldn't be far, especially since now there are two S-class heroes in the vicinity. Not to mention Saitama as well.

Mumen pulls out his phone. Then he blinks at his empty hand. He is suddenly very aware that the criminal is conscious now. Mumen slowly turns towards the man.

"The fucking cyborg is pregnant."

"Pardon?"

I still haven’t thought of a good title yet so we’re going with what we have lool

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I set up the DING for the later chapter and I am Very Happy c: I know it’s been literally over a year but I hope you are happy with this too @opmsmut

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