Nazzy

Reader wishes for Saitama to be more romantic, not realizing its already there. (OMG guys I've never done one of these before!! fingers crossed right?)

It's a quiet afternoon. 

So that means movie night! 

And you chose the movie this time. 

Of course its a romantic movie, and its one of your favorites. 

Genos had said something about system updates earlier, so he was probably in the other room doing whatever that meant.

You lay against saitama as his hand wrests on your waist casually on the futon while watching. 

You're practically swooning at each word the hero is saying to the heroine, while your partner looks like he's about to doze off any second now. 

The movie reaches its climax and the hero practically yells out his feelings to the heroine. 

You sigh dreamily and look up at your partner from his shoulder, just to see his head keeps dropping every five seconds. 

You huff. “Hey!” you say suddenly which makes saitama immediately jump awake. “W-what?” he says looking down at you drowsy and confused. 

“Did you hear what he said?” you say pointing at the hero who is currently going on a monologue about his feelings for the heroine. 

Saitama blinks, staring at the screen blankly. 

He looks back at you blankly 

“Something about flowers?.... And the sun?”

You stare at him deadpanly. 

“He said she smells like flowers and smiles like the sun” you huff. 

Saitama shrugs “close enough right?” he says sinking into the futon. 

You sigh “you never say stuff like that to me…” 

Saitama glanced back at the tv, 

He hadn't cared much about the movie before.

But judging by the way you kept smiling at everything the hero said…

…Maybe he was missing something.

The scene plays out and the hero gives the heroin a lavish gift to show his “love in money” 

Which he notices makes you quietly clutch the pillow you were holding closer to your chest. Your eyes practically sparkling as the hero continued talking.

Eventually, the movie came to an end, and the two of you headed to bed.

Saitama yawned, muttered a sleepy "night," and was quiet soon after.

You smiled to yourself.

He'd probably forgotten all about the movie already.

...

He hadn't.

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The next few days were… different.

Awkward, endearing, and maybe even a little unsettling.

At first, nothing changed.

He still woke up late. Still forgot small things. Still looked half-asleep most of the time.

But then—

One day, he came home with flowers.

Not the pretty, perfectly arranged kind from a movie. Just a slightly uneven bouquet, like he’d grabbed the first decent-looking ones he saw and decided that was good enough.

He stood in the doorway for a second too long.

“…I got these.”

A pause.

He looked at them like they might explain themselves.

“King said people do this…”

He held them out.

Not really nervous. More like mildly confused that this was even a thing he was expected to do.

You took them carefully, and he immediately scratched the side of his cheek, looking away like the job was done and he could move on.

“…You like flowers, right?”

He said it like he was confirming a fact he’d half-remembered from a lecture he didn’t want to attend.

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Genos, apparently treating this like a classified mission, had provided a list.

Saitama had read it once in the kitchen while eating something out of a pan.

“…Maintain eye contact for three seconds,” he muttered later that night.

He turned to you.

One second.

Two seconds.

His expression barely changed.

Three—

He immediately looked away.

“…That’s weird.”

From the kitchen: a faint metallic crash.

Genos, somehow, sounded devastated by the failure.

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The next day, there was another attempt.

He came in, kicked off his shoes, paused halfway to the couch like something had just loaded in his brain.

.

Then:

“…You’re… looking good today.”

He said it flatly.

Like reading from an invisible checklist.

Silence.

He blinked.

“…That was step two.”

A beat.

“…Genos wrote it down.”

From somewhere in the apartment, there was a sound like something falling again—followed by what could only be described as Genos taking notes aggressively.

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King’s advice had been simpler.

“…Just be more intense,” King had said, after a long pause, like he was trying to sound confident before Saitama asked anything else.

Saitama had tried to figure out what that even meant.

So, later that night, he gave it a shot.

For exactly half a second.

He sat up a little straighter.

Narrowed his eyes slightly.

“…I am being intense now.”

The silence that followed didn’t feel impressive.

You stared at him for a moment. 

Then laughed.

Saitama blinked.

“…That didn’t work?”

________________________________________________________________________ It wasn’t smooth.

It wasn’t natural.

Half the time it looked like someone following instructions for a version of life he’d never really needed before.

Yet,

Even when it was awkward.

Even when it clearly didn’t land right.

Even when he looked like he’d rather be fighting a monster than figuring out… this…

He kept trying anyway.

___________________________________________________________________________ One day you are walking to the apartment. 

You were calling him on your way, talking about your day.

About small things. Random stuff. 

That’s when it happens.

A monster steps into your path.

And suddenly, it attacks. 

You scream, dropping your phone out of fear as you stumble back.

“Dear God, sorry for everything I've ever done, kay?” you think, half-panicking, hands already coming up like that’s going to help at all.

You brace for impact.

…

It never comes? 

You look up and the monster is down.

Slowly, you lower your hands.

And you spot a familiar bald head.

Then he turns around and that's when you see it. 

That look. 

The serious one. 

Not the “this sale is 70% off” serious.

Not even the “this might actually be strong” serious.

Worse.

Saitama stands there in pajama pants and no shirt, like he didn’t even think about what he was wearing before stepping outside—just moving fast enough that clothes weren’t part of the priority list.

Before you can even fully react, he’s in front of you.

“…Are you okay?” he asks, eyes scanning you quickly.

You nod quickly “y-yeah im fine” you say softly, still a bit shaken up. 

He exhales—relief first.

Then immediately shifts into something sharper.

“…These streets are dangerous. I told you to take the other way.”

His voice is calm, but firm. 

Not loud. Just final.

You kind of zone out for a second. 

Because Saitama doesn’t really do speeches. He doesn’t do long emotional talks. Not like in movies.

So when he does say something like this, it’s not dramatic.

It’s just real.

And suddenly it clicks. He’s never going to be that guy from the movies.

But that doesn’t matter.

Because he was never supposed to be.

“You understand?” he asks, hands on his hips.

Like the scolding part is done—but he’s still waiting for you to take it seriously.

Suddenly you step forward and hug him, 

Making him stop in confusion. 

“...huh?” 

“Im sorry,” you exhale softly. 

Saitama looks down at you confused—not at the apology, but how emotional it was.

“..it's fine…dont feel too bad. Its not like you chose to forget which roads to take..” he says confused

You chuckle, 

You weren't really talking about the road. 

You kiss his cheek and pull away, taking his hand in the process. 

“Lets go home” 

He nods, lacing his fingers through yours. 

“Yeah” 

Still a little confused, but mostly just relieved you’re safe.