#kaimousy

Hi! Wow, that’s really great to hear ♥ :) I was really worried I might have limited the readership by posting here, but it’s a relief to hear from someone who isn’t following the blog :D

Ever since I started taking this moniker, I have been looking at uses of ‘paper’ differently, because I’ve gotten so used to people calling me that. Examples:

“It always looks good on paper...”“Of course it does. I’m fabulous.”

“Paper or plastic?”“DO YOU EVEN NEED TO ASK?”

muay thai maybe?

@kaimousy XDD Well, that means I did my job, yes? ;  v  ; Haha, there’ll be a bit more to come with Sweets for the Sweet~ An epilogue, if anything! And it’s totally fine! The fic will be there for you enjoyment whenever you feel like it c: I hope you enjoy the rest of it and asdlfk jaslkgajsga /)///(\ thank youuu~ Any feedback would be helpful to my writing so I can improve ; w ; 

“You know, Genos, it’s weird” said Saitama, fiddling with his neatly made bento–one of the many that Genos had started to provide for him daily, “ever since you came here, I’ve stopped hearing stuff about my bald head.” 

“Maybe the students finally understand that it is a proud feature and indicative of how wise you are, sensei,” Genos suggested, and when Saitama glanced down at his food, he took the opportunity to send the students that were staring at them a threatening gesture.

Does Saitama think Tatsumaki is a kid like him? What about Sonic's rivalry with him? And on what Genos will tell him about when he's 18, don't you think Saitama could find out the truth on internet or something? Ok seriously, I'll stop there. Sorry for bothering.

Only when he was very young. Young enough that an older kid seems like an adult anyway. Eventually he’d notice she never got any taller... probably about the time she starts going gray.

Everybody told Sonic that Saitama died.