But What If I Was Better? | Mob Joins UA

3 | The Life of A Hero

      "Okay, kid, since the mix up was just between you and some other Special Grade, we're going to just keep things as they are. Capiche?" Saitama entered the living room with his phone in hand. Mob looked up, already snug on the couch with a blanket wrapped around him. He was alright with staying here. The house, though small, was so calm. This was a small city gently nestled in a crook of the mountains, meaning that just outside was a beautiful view. Too bad it was too dark to see anymore.

     "Okay." Mob worded softly.

     "Everything you need, like a toothbrush and such, should be in the bathroom. The blue bin. Remember. The blue bin. Got it?!"

     "Go-got it!"

     The old man smiled. "Good. .. I've registered so many brats in the past that it's nice to have you over for a change. .. Anyways, it's about time to hit the hay. The guest bedroom's all yours... Just don't interrupt my beauty sleep, 'else we'd have a real problem on our hands!" The elder chuckled. Mob nervously joined in. This man was so chill, yet, he didn't have ANY kind of aura! How was he even considered Special Grade?!

     "Um.. thanks...for helping me." Mob's chin tucked in the blanket, he smiled up at the elder. The old man's own eyes softened as he grinned.

     "Awh, it's really not a big deal. I got bored quick after retiring from hero work!.. So I decided to become a mentor to others instead.."

     "Wait, you were a hero?!" Mob's head popped up. No doubt Izuku would love to hear about this! "What was your hero name?"

     The old man chuckled, grinning as he rubbed his chin. "Caped Baldy!" He threw in some dramatic flair, arms spread out on either side of him, striking somewhat of a pose.

     "...Eh? Never heard of him." He didn't mean any I'll will by the comment.

     Saitama sweat-dropped, face a light shade of blue. "Figures..."

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     The following three days were the calmest Mob had experienced in a long while! The small house gently nestled atop a small hill, where from it the boy could see all of the city and mountains beyond. The neighborhood surrounding the house was especially calm and quiet, most of its inhabitants other old folk.

      Mob found out pretty quickly how routine his new mentor's days were, as he and Saitama found their morning and evening routines intersecting without meaning to. Even down to the little things like brushing their teeth, sitting outside to watch the sunset, and checking the TV for any interesting shows, at the same time and such. It was almost uncanny... Guess Mob's own life was a lot more routine than he'd realized.

     As for activities and tasks, the retired hero gave Mob a couple small books to read over the weekend. They were the absolute basic stuff about being a generally good person; listening to your peers, respecting your elders, and learning from everyone on all walks of life. Essentially, the perfect book to doze off to.

     Meanwhile, Saitama would go out for his daily exercises. The old man always wore baggy clothes -- always complaining about how cold it was despite being the one in charge of the thermostat -- but Mob guessed that under them must be some decent muscle, since the elder was surprisingly spry for his age! 63. That was his confirmed age. Other than the occasional complaining about modern tech, he sure didn't act like it!

     Though the first three days of pure calmness was a much needed break for Mob, he a little restless on the fourth day, really wanting to strike out on a little adventure.