🅞🅟! Ⓡⓔⓐⓓⓔⓡ ┃ 𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐱 𝐎𝐏𝐌

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"347..."

The bald headed man intensely smashes the buttons of his controller, focusing on his combo moves.

"348..."

'Down, kick, forward, forward, upward kick, forward, kick' The mashing of buttons seeming to get louder by the second.

"349..."

The man smirked at his opponent who sat beside him calmly. "If you think that your measly combo could beat me, you're wrong Saitama." More smashing sounds were heard, as if swords clashing on a battle. 2 grown men in a heated 1v1, the scar faced man was able to turn the tables around, using moves only seen in the professional scenes.

"350!!" (y/n) Yelled, out of breath as she slumped down on the floor, tired after doing 350 push ups. "Dad! I did it." She said again, catching her breath as she faced herself upwards on the floor. "Good for you honey, now do 700, daddy's busy." The bald man replied, feeling agitated when his health bar reached red. "Oh ho ho, what's wrong Saitama? Your health was green just a second ago." King mocked, playing with the poor novice. After a few more taunting moves, he decided to finish off the pissed baldy.

The room was filled with a loud cracking noise.

"Oh..." Saitama looked down to see the broken controller. "Dad, that's the 7th one this month." (y/n) reminded her father, sighing. "tsk tsk tsk, don't ask me again, unless you're actually prepared." King stood up, doing a dramatic pose. "Just get out, you're the one who asked to hang out." Saitama retorted, but the blonde man only smirked at him. "And you're the one who asked for the game... Don't be too mad Saitama, you'll get good with enough practice." King replied, placing a hand on Saitama's shoulder.

"Bye uncle King!!" (y/n) waved the man goodbye, King giving her a little smile before leaving the apartment. "So, are you gonna help me train now?" The female asked her father, looking at him with pleading eyes. (y/n) really needed her father's help, for the past 9 months, she has been asking Saitama to train with her, and when he asked why, she said that "I want to be qualified enough to enter UA." To which send Saitama bursting out in tears. (y/n) thought that her father was discouraging her, but it was actually the opposite. Saitama knew well enough that you were already better than the students there, strength wise.

The 2 of you went outside, Saitama looked at the road left and right. There was really nothing much to see in this part of town, and no one really lived there since there have been many reports of villains coming and going in that area. "Ok (y/n) stand in the middle of the road with me." Saitama instructed his daughter, both of them walking up to the middle of the road. "Lets see how much you have improved, the last time you pushed me with just sheer force from your punch, it sent me 940 meters away." He said, he put his arms up, motioning you to give it your all. "Go... punch!" He shouted with enthusiasm.

(y/n) punched the air as hard as she can, watching as her unbothered father's body get dragged by the force until he was out of sight. In a few minutes, she saw her father's running figure speeding towards her. "1760 meters, congrats! now make your daily sit ups, push ups and squats to 250, and that 10 km run to 20 km." He said. "You're gonna do it with me, right?" (y/n) asked, hopeful. She just liked it when her father is training with her, she feels a sense of determination since her #1 idol was right in front of her, she always felt like she had to impress him. But every single time they do train together, the only one always left impressed was (y/n). Everything she did for her warmup, her father did thrice better, maybe even five.

But this only made (y/n) strive even harder, she wanted to be just like him, in strength and in morality, Saving people from behind the curtains.

"Oh, sensei! (y/n)! you guys just finished training?" A familiar robotic boy asked, running to the 2 figures. "oh... Genos-nii san, college finished early?" (y/n) asked, her head slightly tilting sideways like a confused puppy. "Teacher's meeting, everyone was dismissed early." He replied, giving his master's daughter a little smile. "Oh, Genos." Saitama called out, the cyborg looking at the bald man. "Could you and (y/n) buy me a new controller before you come in?" Saitama didn't leave any room for answers, the request seeming more like a command. He then suddenly threw a list to the 2, along with a wad of cash. "And groceries too." The bald man added before turning around to walk back to the comfy apartment.

The 2 children sighed at their lazy guardian.

"Wanna race?" (y/n) asked, her voice laced with competitiveness.

"I guess I should test out my upgrades." The older said, huge engines popping up behind his legs.

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Just to clarify things, (y/n) is basically socially awkward with strangers and has little to none knowledge of what people like since she's been training for years, like—- only training, eating, sleeping, shitting, peeing, going to school type routine. It might look like her personality changes in the few chapters but you'll come to understand that she just needs to learn how to connect with people that aren't her family.

A/N: AYO WADDUP BITCHES, I KNOW I JUST CREATED A STORY LIKE, LAST 4 DAYS AGO, BUT I COULDNT HELP BUT THINK OF THIS MHA x OPM CROSSOVER LMAOOO.