One day, while Saitama was flipping through some old newspapers hoping to find a discount coupon for meat, his eyes landed on a small ad:
"Temporary Worker Needed: Daycare Center (No experience required. Just… a lot of patience)."
With nothing better to do, Saitama thought for a moment and said to himself:
"Kids? Well, at least they won't scream at me for being too strong."
The next morning, he showed up at the daycare, wearing his usual yellow hero suit, which instantly made the kids think he was either a clown or a walking banana.
"Wooooow! Look, everyone! It's the talking banana!"
"I'm not a banana… I'm just a temp," Saitama sighed.
Only a few minutes passed before chaos erupted.
One kid pulled another kid's hair.
Another one tried to eat mud.
A little girl sat in the corner, screaming just because she liked the sound of her own voice.
And one very energetic child jumped straight onto Saitama's bald head, yelling:
"Super jump on the shiny guy!"
The weird part? The kids weren't afraid of him at all. They thought he was some kind of living toy. One of them even took a marker and wrote on his head:
"Eggplant King."
Saitama just sat there, motionless. Not angry. Just… empty.
"Okay… this is worse than fighting monsters."
Then the daycare director—an elderly woman with a suspiciously sweet smile—walked in and asked:
"How's everything going?"
"Hmm... I think I'll need a second outfit. And my dignity? Yeah, that's gone."
During nap time, Saitama sat quietly, watching the kids sleep. And for a brief moment, he felt… peace.
"Wow. First time I haven't been punched by a monster in weeks…"
But of course, it didn't last.
One of the kids suddenly woke up and shouted:
"Mr. Saitama! I peed on the floor!"
Saitama stared at him with dead eyes and whispered:
"This… is worse than Garou."