Z-City Sky — High Above the Earth
The sky pulsed.
A tremor rocked through the clouds like a sonic boom had erupted miles above Z-City. Windows rattled. Leaves shifted. Birds scattered.
Inside Saitama's apartment, the TV wobbled on its stand.
Genos looked up sharply from the couch. "Another pulse," he noted. "Stronger than the last."
Saitama's voice called out from the bathroom. "If the ceiling caves in, I'm blaming both of them."
Genos sat stiffly beside Fubuki, who hadn't spoken for the last forty-five minutes. She'd barely moved, arms folded, legs crossed, aura simmering.
The silence was excruciating.
So, in a desperate act of normalcy, Genos picked up the remote and clicked the TV on.
Immediately, the screen lit up with a re-run of the Sea King battle.
Damian descended from the sky in glorious slow motion, shielding civilians with a glowing telekinetic barrier before annihilating the Deep Sea King with a single strike.
Genos froze.
Fubuki's gaze narrowed.
He coughed once and scrambled to change the channel.
Next: a talk show segment about the "Sky God of Z-City" with a full animation re-creation of Damian stopping the meteor.
Next: a commercial for Sky God-branded protein powder.
Next: a recap of today's Hero Association press briefing... discussing Damian's new S-Class ranking.
Genos slowly set the remote down like it was a live grenade.
Fubuki tilted her head slightly.
"Are you sure it's okay if I wait here until they get back?"
Genos nodded politely. "Of course. Though I am not sure when they will return."
He hesitated.
"And I hope you're... doing alright."
She didn't reply immediately.
Instead, she turned, green eyes sharp but calm.
"In the meantime," she said evenly, "can you tell me what happened today?"
Genos sat up straighter, shifting into report mode.
"Yes, Miss Fubuki. Today began like any routine shopping trip. Saitama, King, and I accompanied Tatsumaki to the mall. She initially appeared hostile but gradually warmed up to the group dynamic. After several hours, she requested privacy to speak with Damian upon his return."
Another pulse rocked the room. A spoon rattled in a teacup.
Genos continued without breaking stride.
"They have been airborne for over 2 hours... Based on my internal energy wave tracking system and seismic feedback, they have engaged in... multiple sessions of high-intensity psychic and physical synchronization."
Fubuki's jaw flexed slightly.
"So, Damian didn't plan this; it was all Tatsumaki?"
Genos cleared his throat, his tone gently diplomatic.
" Yes... It was Tatsumaki who initiated the meeting. She asked us to keep her presence hidden. She chose to stay, and she waited all day just to see him. Damian had no prior knowledge of her intentions."
There was another violent tremor, followed by dead silence.
Genos blinked.
"Ugh...I believe they are finished. Hopefully."
Above Z-City — The Floating Nimbus
The cloud drifted lazily in the sky like a lazy ember hanging over the city. On its surface, Damian and Tatsumaki lay side by side, breathless and sweat-slicked, their bodies glowing faintly from the combined heat of effort, passion, and lingering aura.
Tatsumaki nestled against his chest, her green hair slightly messy, her cheeks warm with post-battle flush.
They lay in silence for a long moment.
Then, with a soft shimmer, the air warped.
Damian raised his arm, reached into open space—and pulled a pizza box out of thin air.
Tatsumaki blinked, brow raised.
"Did you just summon pizza?"
Damian grinned. "Spatial storage... I can store anything non-living, like this pizza."
Tatsumaki laughed, stretching and sitting up slightly. "Just when I think I'm starting to understand you, you pull pizza out of a pocket dimension."
Damian offered her a slice.
She took it, then leaned in and kissed him again.
Deep. Soft. Genuine.
They pulled apart slowly.
Tatsumaki rested her forehead against his. "I'm glad I stayed today," she whispered.
Damian chuckled. "I think we earned this meal."
He mentally activated his connection to the nanosuit, instructing it to shift once more. It swirled from his skin like smoke, reshaping into a large, breathable black blanket that draped over them both.
She sighed and snuggled closer beneath the warmth, taking another bite of pizza.
Back Inside the Apartment…
The TV buzzed softly in the background, the last remnants of a rerun looping footage of Damian obliterating the Deep Sea King in glorious, slow-motion high definition.
Fubuki sat on the couch, cross-legged and quiet, her gaze glued to the screen.
Genos, seated beside her until now, finally stood and adjusted his sleeves. "I'll clean up the kitchen. Master should be out of the bath soon."
THUD!
A muffled crash echoed from the bathroom, followed by a defeated grunt.
Fubuki blinked and stood. "Is everything alright in there?"
From behind the door, Saitama's voice answered with surprising calm. "Y-Yeah! Totally fine. Just slipped. Don't come in, I still need to get dressed."
Fubuki paused, and without thinking, her imagination betrayed her—suddenly picturing Damian naked, steam rising off his chiseled body as if carved from divine marble. Her cheeks turned a deep pink.
Genos, standing near the sink, glanced over. His sensors blinked softly. Heart rate: stabilized. Body temperature: slightly elevated. Psychic activity: decreasing.
He nodded to himself. "That's good."
Fubuki turned toward him. "Do you think… Damian would still go out with me? Even after everything that happened tonight… with my sister?"
Genos froze for a brief moment — half-robot, half-man — and muttered beneath his breath, "Damn… Damian might actually end up with both sisters…"
He cleared his throat and replied calmly, "Of course. I believe Damian has no ill intentions. He's always been honest with us. Based on what I overheard, he made it very clear to your sister that he still intended to see you again."
Fubuki smiled softly at that, the tension in her shoulders finally melting. "That's good… None of this is his fault anyway. If anything, it's mine and my sister's. I just—hope they come back soon."
She looked over at the couch.
"…If not, would it be okay to sleep here tonight?"
Genos nodded. "You're welcome to. I'll fetch a futon if you'd prefer."
Just then, the bathroom door swung open. Saitama emerged in fresh sweats, his bald head reflecting the light like a shining beacon of simplicity and domestic mediocrity.
"I did it! Shower curtain's on!"
Fubuki and Genos turned to look.
The shower curtain was, indeed, installed—inside out, backward, and upside down. The fish print was facing the wall. The curtain rings were uneven.
Fubuki blinked… then laughed.
She walked toward the bathroom, smiling gently. "I'll fix it."
Saitama scratched his head, confused. "Huh? I did it already..." Looking at the shower curtain, he sighs, "Well, kind of..."
She shook her head. "Don't worry; I have a similar shower curtain. Let me take care of this. "
"Oh really? Cool, thanks! Hey—did Damian come back yet?"
Both Genos and Fubuki shook their heads.
But Saitama noticed something else.
Fubuki's posture was relaxed now. Her expression, calm. That storm she brought in with her had passed — not with answers, but with understanding.
As she tugged at the curtain, gently flipping it to the right side, Saitama leaned closer to Genos and whispered, "Hey… what did you do? She looks… weirdly happy."
Genos whispered back, "Don't worry, Master. I simply told her the truth — that this situation wasn't our doing… and certainly not Damian's. All blame was strategically placed on Tatsumaki."
Saitama gave a slow, knowing nod, smirking slightly as he glanced toward Fubuki.
"…Damn. Damian might actually pull it off."
He folded his arms.
"Two sisters…"
He muttered under his breath, "Lucky bastard."
An Hour Later — Saitama's Apartment, Z-City
The atmosphere had changed.
The apartment was clean — mostly. The table had been wiped down, the sink cleared, and the leftover stew sealed into neat containers stacked in the fridge. The air smelled faintly of lemon-scented cleaner… and futon fabric.
Saitama, Genos, and Fubuki now sat cross-legged on three laid-out futons in front of the TV. A low-budget alien invasion movie was playing — loud synth music, flashing lights, and aliens shaped like giant noodles firing lasers out of their eyes.
Fubuki, surprisingly relaxed, chuckled under her breath. "This is… objectively awful."
Saitama grinned. "That's the point. It's so bad it loops back around to genius."
A sudden scream from the TV — one of the characters getting vaporized by a pasta ray.
Fubuki blinked. "Was that guy just a stock photo edited into the scene?"
Genos responded, eyes glowing faintly. "Yes. He has appeared in three separate frames using different filters."
They all laughed.
The tension from earlier had finally melted — replaced with something lighter. Almost normal.
Saitama gave a slow yawn, his arms stretching above his head. "Man… I might not make it to the end. Alien overlords or not."
He flopped sideways onto his pillow.
Genos, still seated upright, blinked and turned his head slightly. Fubuki, beside him, had also started to slouch, her eyes blinking slower and slower.
His internal monitors confirmed it.
Master Saitama — fatigue levels: high. Fubuki — 83% transition into pre-sleep phase. Crisis level: low. Estimated room stability: sustained.
Genos nodded once, thinking to himself:
"Well, looks like Damian won't be back until later… or tomorrow morning."
He glanced back at the TV.
The aliens had now merged into one super-noodle with fifty laser eyes. It was somehow simultaneously horrifying and hilarious.
"If Damian can handle a Dragon-level threat, he can handle two psychic sisters who like him."
Genos chuckled softly.
Then laid back onto his own futon, hands resting across his chest like a polite android mummy.
"Let's just hope nothing explodes tomorrow morning…"
High Above the Earth — Midnight Drift
The stars were bright tonight.
Nestled atop the soft cradle of the Nimbus, Damian lay with one arm behind his head, the other wrapped gently around the petite, sleeping esper nestled against him. Tatsumaki's green hair spilled across his chest like flowing silk, rising and falling in rhythm with his breathing — and hers.
They were both wrapped in the sleek, breathable material of Damian's supersuit, which had reformed into a large blanket at his mental command. Even in sleep, the fabric shimmered faintly, adapting to the temperature and movement, keeping them comfortable beneath the stars.
Tatsumaki lay completely still — peaceful, relaxed. Her bare body pressed lightly against his, one leg draped over his thigh, one hand resting just over his heart. Her cheek nuzzled into his chest like it was her favorite pillow.
Damian didn't move.
His mind, however, was wide awake.
Thanks to the Kryptonite trial earlier, his super senses had sharpened again — just slightly, but enough. He'd heard every word spoken inside the apartment, from Genos's analysis to Saitama's shower curtain victory to Fubuki's confession.
A slow, steady breath escaped his nose.
"Looks like things are okay at the apartment."
He looked down at Tatsumaki.
Her features were relaxed, her mouth slightly parted, her breathing soft and even. Her psychic aura was dormant now, hugging close to her skin like a slumbering force. She looked beautiful. Serene. Even her power felt… gentle.
"She's… amazing."
His gaze shifted upward, toward the stars.
Far above, constellations twinkled lazily across the midnight canvas. And somewhere out there… Boros was still coming.
"This was an unexpected day. The Kryptonite test was a success. And somehow, I ended up bonding with both sisters."
He exhaled slowly again, grounding himself.
"But I can't get distracted. Boros isn't like the Sea King. I need to be faster. Tougher. Stronger."
His eyes narrowed, calculating.
"Starting tomorrow, I'll begin daily Kryptonite exposure again. My recovery's faster now. If I want to face Boros head-on without relying on Saitama… I need to push further."
A flicker of warmth beside him.
Tatsumaki stirred gently, her brow furrowing for a moment. Then… she mumbled something.
"Best… day ever…"
Damian blinked.
She shifted again, cuddling into him tighter, her leg curling higher around his waist. Her lips brushed his skin as she breathed.
He smiled softly, looking down at her.
"...But for now, I'll enjoy this sleeping beauty."
He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead.
And for the first time all day…
Damian let his eyes close.
To Be Continued…