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Noodles | one shot
Saitama X Gn!Reader
Summary: You meet a bald hero. He always appears at the most random moments. (Not that you particularly mind)
In the bustling aisles of the local grocery store, a battle of wills erupted over a simple pack of discounted instant noodles. You and Saitama, both reaching for the last pack, locked eyes in a silent challenge that quickly escalated into a tug-of-war.
“Hey! That’s mine!” you shouted, refusing to back down.
Saitama’s expression remained calm and collected. “Sorry, but I got here first.”
“No way, I’m not letting go!” you retorted, pulling with all your might.
The pack stretched and strained between you, customers around you watching the spectacle with raised eyebrows.
“Give it up already.” Saitama urged, his deadpan tone contrasting with the intensity of the battle.
“Like hell I will!” you shot back, your determination fueled by stubbornness and hunger.
The standoff continued until, with a sudden surge of strength, Saitama yanked the pack toward him, leaving you stumbling backward.
“Damn it, Baldy!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in defeat.
He tucked the noodles under his arm casually. “Thanks.”
From that day onward, every encounter with Saitama seemed to lead to chaos.
(You figured out his hero name was Caped Baldy and cackled for a good while.)
Whether it was a giant monster rampaging through the streets or a minor inconvenience at the park, you inevitably found yourself caught in the crossfire.
Like now.
“Ahh! What the heck?!” you screamed, dodging debris from a monster’s swipe.
Saitama landed beside you, dispatching the threat with a single punch. The aftermath from his punch sent you flying. “Oops, my bad.”
“Your bad?!” you yelled, brushing dust off your clothes. “I almost died!”
He scratched his head. “You seem to attract trouble.”
“And you seem to cause it!” you retorted, frustration bubbling over.
Despite your exasperation, Saitama’s nonchalant demeanor grated on your nerves. How could someone be so laidback in the face of such absurdity?
“You know,” you started, glaring at him, “Shouldn’t you be concerned about what power does on others?”
Saitama shrugged. “Eh, it happens.”
“You’re impossible,” you muttered, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
He flashed you a small smile. “But you keep appearing.”
You scoffed, but deep down, you knew he was right. As much as Saitama’s antics drove you crazy, there was something oddly comforting about having him around. Maybe it was his unshakeable confidence or his ability to handle any situation with ease.
One day, after yet another chaotic encounter that left the local ramen shop in ruins, you and Saitama stood amidst the wreckage, staring at the destroyed bowls of ramen.
“Well, there goes lunch,” you sighed, shaking your head.
Saitama scratched his head. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s fine,” you replied with a shrug. “We’ll just have to get more.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Get more?”
“Yeah, and this time, let’s settle this properly,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Let’s see who can make the better bowl of noodles.”
“Because last time, you stole mine!” You pointed an accusatory finger at him.
Saitama blinked, processing your challenge. “You’re on.”
And so, you both ventured to the supermarket, determined to prove your culinary skills. The cashiereyed you both warily as you placed your groceries, sizing up the competition.
Back at Saitama’s house, you focused intently on creating the perfect bowl of ramen. Saitama’s approach was surprisingly simple, while yours was more experimental, adding unconventional toppings and spices.
(You’re pretty sure you saw Saitama just text his friend what to do next.)
After what seemed like an eternity of slurping noodles and tasting broth, the time came to judge the results.
“So?” you asked eagerly, eyeing Saitama’s satisfied expression.
He nodded approvingly. “Not bad.”
You grinned, taking a big gulp of his creation. “Hmm, pretty good.”
Saitama glanced at your bowl, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
You presented your bowl proudly, a colorful masterpiece. (A magnum opus.)
He took a bite, his expression unreadable behind the mask. After a moment, he nodded again. “Impressive.”
“Ha! I knew mine was better,” you exclaimed, pumping a fist in victory.
Saitama chuckled, a rare sound that made you smile. “Alright.”
Abruptly, the door opened. The demon cyborg walked in. His name was—?
“Oh, hey Genos.” Saitama waved lazily.
“Hello Master.” He greeted Saitama before turning towards you. You watched his arms grow in heat and the beams threatening to burn you.
“Shall I remove the garbage, Master Saitama?”
“Genos um—“
“Don’t you fucking shoot!”
thoughts on saitama with an airhead lover?
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PERMANENT IMPRESSIONS | Saitama x Gn!Airhead!Reader
Saitama stretched lazily on the couch, flipping through channels with a disinterested expression. His usual routine of hero work and mundane errands had left him feeling particularly bored today. Just as he was about to settle on a nature documentary, the front door swung open, and his lover, You bounded in with an exuberant grin.
“Saitama! Guess what I did today!” You exclaimed, bouncing on your toes.
Saitama raised an eyebrow, already bracing himself for whatever unpredictable adventure you had embarked on this time. “What did you do?”
You rolled up your sleeve to reveal a fresh tattoo of a mosquito on your forearm. Saitama’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the detailed design.
“A mosquito?” he asked, puzzled.
“Yeah! I got it to spite you,” You said proudly. “Remember that one mosquito you couldn’t kill? Well, now you have to look at it every day!”
Saitama sighed deeply, shaking his head. “You really went and got a tattoo of a mosquito just for that?”
“Absolutely,” they replied, beaming. “Isn’t it hilarious?”
Saitama rubbed his temples. “You do realize tattoos are permanent, right?”
You shrugged, unfazed. “Yeah, but it’s funny. Plus, it’s just one little tattoo.”
The next day, Saitama came home to find you with yet another new tattoo. This time, it was an intricate design of a robot on their upper arm.
“Let me guess,” Saitama said, dropping his grocery bags on the counter. “You got that because you think Genos is cool?”
“Exactly!” You said, eyes sparkling with excitement. “He’s so awesome with all his gadgets and stuff. I wanted to honor that.”
Saitama sighed, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. “You know you don’t need to get tattoos to show admiration, right?”
“But it looks so cool!” you protested, flexing your arm to show off the robot.
Days later, Saitama was unsurprised but still slightly dismayed when you revealed yet another new addition. This time, it was a large cross on your back.
“Why a cross?” Saitama asked, genuinely curious.
“It looks badass, doesn’t it?” you said, twirling to give him a full view. “I saw this design in a magazine and thought it would make me look tough.”
Saitama nodded slowly. “I guess it does look pretty cool. But are you sure you’re not going overboard with these tattoos?”
“No way!” You replied confidently. “I’m just getting started.”
A week later, Saitama walked into the living room to find you looking unusually sheepish.
“Saitama,” they began hesitantly, “I… might have made a mistake this time.”
Saitama raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “What happened?”
With a deep breath, you rolled up their sleeve to reveal a small, crude tattoo of a penis on your arm.
Saitama stared at it for a moment before bursting into laughter. “What in the world were you thinking?”
“I didn’t notice it when the artist was showing me the design,” you admitted, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I thought it was just a random doodle.”
Saitama wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. “You really need to start paying more attention before getting these done.”
“I know, I know,” they groaned. “I’m going to get it covered up as soon as possible.”
Saitama’s laughter died down, and he placed a reassuring hand on their shoulder. “You know, despite all the crazy things you do, I still love you.”
You looked up at him, their embarrassment fading. “Really?”
“Really,” Saitama confirmed with a smile. “But seriously, no more impulse tattoos.”
They nodded earnestly. “Okay, okay, lesson learned. No more impulse tattoos.”
“Yup.”
“But, what about an egg on my butt for a tattoo?”
“[Name].”