COLLYWOBBLES • collection of short ff's

- Garou | fluff

character: garou
from: one-punch man
pronouns used: she/her
genre: fluff?
triggers: attempted assault (by a random), sweet mask
synopsis: garou and the reader had a love-hate relationship.
side note: i hate this, smth about it is weird

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as of recently, [name] has been feeling stressed. she's been struggling with work, and getting less sleep. the fact that she stayed with a vigilante didn't help, either. the vigilante known as the "human monster".

garou was a pain in the ass. reckless, loud, obnoxious– you name it. he was a terrible roommate. hell, he'd probably kill her for calling him a vigilante.

the man hardly helped with housekeeping, no less the bills. the two of them were hardly scraping by. if [name] missed one paycheck, they'd definitely be back on the streets.

but right now isn't the time to think about him. tonight, she had a date. and not just any ol' date with any ol' guy; [name] had a date with sweet mask, aka beaut.

the top ranking hero in a-class. garou would kill her if he found out...

'no need to worry about that, though,' she hummed happily, smoothing out her dress as she looked in the mirror. 'garou is fast asleep. it's time to make my grand escape.'

grabbing her purse, she left her bedroom. [name] stopped at the front door to slide on the pair of heels left there. then, she would be ready to go.

tonight is finally a night of peace. a night where she can go out with no worries. a night where she can enjoy herself for once. tonight was her night, and nothing could ruin it—

"where are you going?"

"gah–!!" [name] spun around, seeing garou's heavily bandaged body standing behind her. "fucking hell... what're you awake for?"

"am i not allowed to be awake?"

"it'd be better off if you weren't.." she grumbled, continuing to strap on her heels.

"you didn't answer my question," he pressed. "what're you dressed up for?"

"i'm going out. don't worry about it."

"where?"

she clicked her tongue. she wasn't a child, why did always need to know her whereabouts... "the downtown area. beaut said he knew a good restaurant in the area—"

"who's beaut?" gaou's voice held disgust as he spat the name.

'shit.' [name] bit down on her tongue. 'i hate talking to this guy.'

"nobody."

"fuck, [name], why do you gotta be so secretive!?" garou shouted.

she scoffed, standing to her feet. "there's no reason for you to always be in my business."

"maybe i actually care about the person who's lived with me for months," garou snarkily said.

"yeah, right," she turned to glare at him. "if you cared about anything, you'd get your head out of your ass and stop with this little.. 'tough, human monster' act—"

"don't even start." garou snarled at her. "that has nothing to do with this—"

"it does! it has everything to do with this!!" [she threw her hands into the air. "you say you care, but we're practically starving every day! we can hardly afford this crappy apartment! and what're you doing about it?!"