One Punch Man X Reader (Male)

Prologue

B-City | 8:53 PM

(y/n POV)

Gusts of wind slice through the bitterly cold air, whistling as they blow through the seams in the bus shelter. I wipe my mouth and grimace as I look down to see my hands covered in droplets of my own blood, shivering as I sink further into my seat in an attempt to warm myself.

I rub my hands together and skim through the bus schedule on the display to my left.

It doesn't come until 9:15? You've got to be joking.

I sigh wearily and lean back in my seat, questioning why my life had to be like this. Why did I have to be so spineless?

???: What'd they do to you?

I look over to see a man leaning against a wall on the far side of the shelter. The orange beanie he's wearing sort of makes him look like a traffic cone, and I grin slightly at the thought.

y/n: Well, you know.

He smirks as he pulls out a box of cigarettes and lights one, ironically, right next to a "no smoking" sticker plastered on the glass beside him.

???: Yeah, I know all too well.

The guy doesn't even bother looking at me when he talks, but I don't mind the random conversation. It's not like I've got anything better to do.

???: Aren't you cold?

y/n: Like hell. The fuckers took my jacket.

???: Happen often?

y/n: Yeah. Sad, isn't it?

He doesn't answer immediately, blowing out a puff of smoke before putting the cigarette back in his mouth.

???: Kinda. But it makes you stronger, you know.

y/n: Shit, if that was true, I'd be like The Hulk by now.

The man laughs as I smile bitterly at my own joke.

???: You should learn to fight.

y/n: I don't have time. Plus, I'm too weak anyway.

???: That's the wrong attitude. If you want it to stop, you gotta do it yourself. Take it from me, nobody's coming to save you.

y/n: You don't think I've tried? I'm just not good enough. If only I was something. If I was... special, then maybe...

I shake the wishful thinking from my head. It's not even worth the effort anymore– I've sort of accepted the torment as a part of my life.

???: That's just depressing, man.

y/n: Maybe. But if I could just... just once. Know what it's like to be strong.

The man puts out his cigarette and throws it into the little trash can in the corner of the shelter before he slowly walks over and slumps down in the seat beside me.

???: If I were to tell you that you could become stronger, right now... what would you say?

y/n: What do you mean?

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag of bright purple pills, which sort of takes me by surprise, but I'm too out of it to be scared right now.

???: Listen, you look like you could really use these, so I'm gonna cut you a deal. 10,000 yen.

y/n: If you're trying to sell me drugs, I ain't interested.

???: You sure? These are pure, concentrated m-cells. I'm telling you, one of these will get you where you need to be.

y/n: M-cells? Nah, man. I think I'm good.