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You feel the adrenaline pulse through your body when you spot that damned baldy walking across the street. Now you can finally catch him off guard. Both his hands are occupied by a plastic bag. No doubt filled with discounted groceries. Where’s his little bag of scrap metal? The blonde one? Off trying to fight an enemy too difficult for him no doubt.
Now’s not the time to think about that delinquent, Saitama is getting away!
You swiftly dodge the cars on the street and pounce on Saitama. Let’s rephrase that. “Tried” to pounce on Saitama. You end up face planting in the cement of the sidewalk.
Anger bubbles up in you as Saitama speaks.
“Oh, didn’t see you Panic. You alright?”
This. Baldy. Had the audacitiy to ask such a ridiculous question. You quickly stand up and face the idiot, “Of course I’m not fine. You’re not dead yet.” The biggest smile inches it's way onto your face and you attack for a second time.
Saitama simply dodged each attack, he looks a little annoyed, “Oi, Can’t you see I have groceries Panic? Don’t be rude!”
Rage boils in you, “IT’S SONIC YOU BASTARD!” You kick his bags out of his hands.
You’re quickly filled with surprise and horror as Saitama grabs your ankle and holds you upside down.
His face is scary and you struggle in his hand. Saitama takes a deep breath and says slowly, “Do you really want me to punch you right now Sonic.”
The words are simple and full of venom. The fact he actually called you by your name fills you with fear. You quickly recollect yourself and realize his grip is loosening and take the chance to escape.
Saitama let’s you go and sighs, “Honestly Sonic if all you want is attention just ask. Even if it’s a little creepy, it’s better than th-”
“I DON’T WANT YOUR ATTENTION”, How dare he!? Thinking you would want him to notice you? You try to strike again with the sword on your hip but he simply holds both of your wrists.
This is awkward and you can feel your face heat up. He’s so close and warm…
Saitama looks at you with tired eyes. He has nice, deep coffee colored eyes. 'Did you really just describe his eye color like a lovesick teen girl would? ', you feel yourself stare despite wanting to slap his head for stopping your attack.
“You really need to stop. It’s getting repetitive. What do you really want?”, He waits for an answer with a bored expression but doesn’t release your wrists.
Damn it! Now he wants to talk it out? What happened to the Saitama that doesn’t care?! You kind of wish that Saitama was here right now.
But this side of Saitama wants to know why you do this…
It’s obvious isn’t it? Saitama is better than you. All the trials and tribulations you’ve been through and he just stumps it! Why won’t he just let you win? Why won’t he just tell you how impressed he is with your progress?
Wait. Ignore the last question. You’re feeling confused because of how hot his hands are and how he won’t stop staring at you.
You let out a short laugh, “I want you to take me seriously. Because I’ll be the one to end your life.”
Saitama let’s you go and for the first time, you wish he could’ve held on a little longer.
“Just don’t attack me when I have groceries or we’re really gonna have a problem.”, Saitama picks up the discarded bags and walks away from you.
You regain composure and yell at his back,“THIS ISN’T OVER DICKHEAD!”.
Saitama waves and continues his way back to his warm, comfortable home with his little robot boyfriend.
You run away, trying to not think about how you wanted to bother him a little longer.
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You get home and fall onto the big leather couch you stole from a client a few years back. Rich douche didn't need it anyways!
Your thoughts are full of those last words Saitama said, “Or we’re really gonna have a problem”
Shivers run down your thin frame. Was what they were doing not already a problem? Of course not for that bald loser. But seeing him so serious lit a fire in your being.
You smile. He’s taking you seriously! Finally after all these months. The indifferent, calm baldy is capable of other emotions and that really got you excited. Will he finally yell at you? What if you surprise him?
The excitement is making it hard to sit still so you pace the living room. Thinking of all these things Saitama could show if you did the right things.
You need to do the right things.