Stressed, chapter I.

Saitama was a bit irritable today, having missed the special sale. Genos wasn't around either; Probably out training, he thought. In the months past since his fight against Boros, things had gotten more boring, but not so much. Fubuki didn't want him dead so much anymore, they met every once and a while to talk, at his apartment was the usual pick of location.
He had just gotten up out of bed, eyes kissed by rays of golden light wafting in when a chiming sounded.

The coffee was done. The lazy, tired hero went downstairs for the daily rounds, empty blue mug in hand, sunlight reeling off his shaven head. Bare feet tapped across the wooden laminate flooring of the kitchen, then again as he stepped over to the living room with a hot cup of coffee, and sat, turning the television on. More reports of monsters.

Saitama turned off the tv without a care in the world, taking a sip from the mug he held, then tossed his head back in the white beanie bag chair, and, severely annoyed, he shut his eyes to everything, fixated on taking a break, a nap. Fubuki, the midget Esper on the other hand, was having a hard time.

She hadshowed up to the sight of. several injured or dead Class S heroes, amongst a few A class' as well. This monster, wherever it was, she could not take lightly. The sky overhead was darkening, but a thin landscape along the horizon was still existent, but fleeting, red and orange, yellow and pink. Fubuki looked around for this demon of devastation, even lifting up rubble, hoping it would come up, but nothing met her emerald orbs; More debris, more blood, and more bodies. It was, well, smelly, and her nose crinkled in response.