My Blinding Light

Chapter 1

"Eh?" Saitama had just exited a store that he got an entire week's meal for 90% off. He had planned to visit King after he was invited for another all-nighter of gaming, but whence he stepped out of the store, he was met with.

"Someone stop him!" A voice called out as a speedy fellow had nabbed someone's purse. Saitama gave it a good look: animal-like hind legs? And it was dotted, perhaps it was some sort of cheetah power or something.

"Haha! You'll never catch me—agh crap!" The thief felt a sudden tension from its collar while running. Thinking he got caught on something, he shuffled in an attempt to free himself but turned to see.

"Oh. I need you to hand that over." Saitama's monotone voice was a pretty awkward response since he held his hand out for the purse. The thief, though, was too stubborn and decided to attack him.

"Take this! And this! And–oooowwwww!? What's going on?" The claws were immediately shattered and the threat was no longer there. A soft chop at the thief's neck followed after and the purse was returned. The crowd that was around him was videoing him on their phones. Saitama couldn't be bothered with what they're doing, but sooner or later, he'd wish he had intervened.

Saitama left and began to walk and wander this foreign city. He knew the language here, but he didn't know where he was. Ja-pan? Mu-su-ta-fu? All he knew was that there was no way home.

"Ah! Oh, sorry, sir." A small kid bumped into him, tattered and bruised. Saitama was pretty busy in his head, but he felt the tone in this kid's voice and urged himself.

"Hey kid. You alright?" He put a hand on his shoulder and felt the slight shudder he gave off. The boy turned around, revealing a large-eyed and smiling kid that had a wild mane dyed green. A bruise and cut dressed his face, showing a recent assault, and a partially singed eyebrow.

"Y-yes sir...I'm perfectly fine." The stutters didn't help him.

"Well, even so, it's better to be safe than sorry." Saitama gave him a reassuring smile before continuing. "We're they made by a monster? Or is it just a bully?"

"A-a-a monster?! No! Um, it's just my...my friend who did this."

Saitama couldn't really get at what this child was saying. He'd even begun to mutter inaudibly, giving Saitama the headache of his life. Saitama took a few breaths of air to cool himself down, as did the boy.

"You're telling me that you're getting bullied by your own friend?" Saitama, having gotten to his senses, spoke with a clearer head.

"To put it simply, yes." He seemed embarrassed at this fact, but Saitama couldn't help but pity the boy.

"Why don't you fight back? Or even just report a teacher?" Saitama offered him two solutions, but was waved away as the boy replied,

"The teachers can't do anything. They probably won't, either, since I'm just a quirkless..."

Meanwhile, Saitama was getting even more confused as this new term came to him. Quirkless, what an odd word, he thought.

"And Bakugou is the strongest and most hardworking student in our school. We're both even going to UA..."
The boy began to sniffle as he recalled some memories. He had begun to realise the gap between the weakest and the strongest. Self doubt gnawed at him as he thought himself incapable of ascending to those heights.

"Then push harder." Saitama replied simply, now looking off into the distance, "When the going gets tough, the tough gets going. And I know for a fact that those who find themselves in the lowest pits of despair, they climb up, because that is the only place to go."