Chapter 012 - The Art of Stalking

I take a deep breath before knocking on Saitama's unit. I fix myself up, making sure that I look as perfect as I was when I left my house.

It's been a week. Because of that blasted humanoid monster, I needed to move my plan to visit Saitama to another day. One week of recuperation and taking care of the documents left by those who are injured. By the end of the week, I know I was cranky. The remaining Fubuki members learned to evade me during those moments. But they thought it was only because our numbers were cut in half due to that attack.

Well, there is a lot to do, but I finished those in just a few days, and then, nothing to do again, aside from recuperating. My sister won't let the Heroes Association give me a new mission.

Knowing that I look perfect, I check the bribe I bought–BakuDonald's drinks, burgers, and fries. Something we can all eat while I cook for dinner. I blush. I feel like a lover coming over to cook for him.

I lightly tap my cheeks so I will return to the present. I take another deep breath to calm my heart down. I count to ten and knock again. No one's opening the door. So, I use my psychic and listen inside. Maybe, he's asleep?

"Pink Pig is sexy!"

Who is sexy? Sexier than I am? It sounds like a growl from someone. Is Saitama lusting over another sexy woman? Did I fall in love with an asshole, jerk, lust-glazed man who thinks of nothing but sex and boobs?

Wait, love? No! So this is lust?! My cheeks warm up at all the things connected to lust. Yet, anger still wins over and it rushes into my head. Or it might be jealousy… I am about to push open the door, when suddenly, Genos appears on my left.

"What are you doing here, Fubuki? You ready to fight again?" he warns.

I click my tongue. Here comes someone I don't want to meet. Although, he can join my team if he wants to. He is an S-class so his inclusion will still be favorable to the team.

"I am here to bring food," I answer.

He looks at my BakuDonald's snacks and the ingredients I brought. Then I raise my brows as I judge his bag of groceries with vegetables.

I smirk. "Do you know how to cook?"

"You should ask yourself that," Genos answers.

He pushes open the door and I follow ‌him into the narrow hall.

"I am back," he greets.

Saitama's back is facing us and King is also here. They are watching some kind of anime about beast rangers.

"Oh hi, Genos. King is recommending a show to me," he says, glancing tentatively at Genos.

"Mister Genos, are you interested in superhero teams?" King asks.

"No, they are for the weak," he answers.

I groan. Is he saying that to me?!

"Compensating for individual defects through numbers is no way to survive. They will die in a couple of episodes," he adds, making a sideway glance at me.

"No, it ends happily after 53 episodes," King interjects. "It's for the kids."

So, before the conversation takes another turn, I push Genos to the side and sit beside Saitama.

"I brought some BakuDonald's. I thought you'd like to try," I say, trying to bait him.

Saitama looks thrilled at the food, especially at the fries. Is that his favorite? Maybe next time, I will bring a lot more for him. I can also fry him some.

"Junk food before a meal is not a good habit," Genos interrupts while Saitama is about to take a piece of fries from the paper bag.

"It's not bad if it will not be frequent," I say, shrugging my shoulders.

"But—"

I stand up and face Genos, with my hands on my hips. "Or maybe, is that your way to tell me to visit often so I can bring food?" I ask.

"How did you even arrive at that conclusion?!" he responds. His chin is a little bit raised and he is trying to look down at me.

"Ain't that what you are trying to say, little tsundere boy."

"I am not—"

Before I let him finish, I sit again beside Saitama. He is already eating the fries. I grin at him and he pauses. "What?!" he asks, suspicious. "Is there some document I need to understand and sign again?!"

"None of those today," I say. I wouldn't blame him for being cautious though, I almost trapped him before. Almost. I wonder how I can trap him again?

He pulls back from me, and my smile widens. "What?!" he asks again. His hands are in front of him in a defensive manner.

"What do you want me to cook?"

"I am not asking you to cook for me."

"Then, you are going to cook for me," I rationalize. "Perfect. I bought the ingredients already."

"You.are.being.disrespectful," Genos warns. He is standing over me. The machines in his body are whirring to startup. His air vents are also opening up. Ha! The little boy. I know he won't be able to kill me.

So, I ignore him. Instead, I ask Saitama, "So? What are you going to cook?" I even made it a point to press my chest against his arm. The resulting annoyance I get from Genos is all worth it. He is mad and I can see the way he glares at me.

"You need to keep your distance, woman," Genos insists.

Well, as long as Saitama didn't say I need to move, I won't. As a last resort, Genos hands a letter to Saitama. "Master, you received a letter from the Association."

It is a nice strategy, despite aggravating, because Saitama gets up. I even groan my annoyance and Genos looks at me victoriously.

"Maybe, it's about a secret mission?" Saitama asks. He is still holding the bag of fries. Well, I hope his mission is not today. "It's for tomorrow…" Saitama reads and I make a happy dance inside my head.

"So you will stay today in the room?" Genos asks.

"Yes, I will also watch some episodes from Zoomen."

"And the dinner for later?" I interject.

"Since you brought the ingredients, I will do the cooking."

My heart just makes a small somersault. Saitama's cooking! He will cook for me! This time, it's Genos who clicks his tongue.

King stands up and says, "Then, I will leave now."

"You can stay," I offer, feeling generous now that I am happy. "I brought twice than what Genos has bought."

I glance at Genos. As expected, he is giving me the evil eye. I wave his annoyance away. This time, I win. So when Saitama takes my bag of groceries and walks towards the kitchen, I follow him. He places the vegetables on the counter and starts to wash them while placing the clean ones into the bowl.

And all I did is watch him. I enjoy the way his hands move, even the small annoyance in his expression and every time his brow rises. I'm sure whatever he comes up with, it will taste heavenly.

"You are staring, Fubuki," he says, grimacing at me.

And when he said it, I feel the need to come closer to him. He takes a step back but I approach him. His presence is nice. His warmth is good. And his clean smell is invading my nostrils–which makes me want to smell more of him.

"I like you," I whisper.

Then realizing what I just said, I blush. I grab my cheeks and I can feel them warming up. I look up at Saitama to see his reactions… but there is none.

"You heard me, didn't you?" I ask, uncertain if I said it loud enough.

"I did. Even if you like me on your team, I will still not join you," he says.

Oh! He misunderstands it! Should be fine, right? No! It's not fine! Because is he skirting the issue of me liking him?