Well-Rounded : OPM X Invincible Fan Fic

Chapter 1: An Odd Guy

This is a work of fan fiction based on Invincible and OPM, created by their original authors. I do not own any of the characters or settings from the original work, and no copyright infringement is intended. This fanfic is created solely for entertainment purposes.

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Munch munch munch

Our hero is currently chowing down on the free donuts offered to him by the officers. A cup of coffee was next to the boxes of donuts on top of the table. Infront of him sat a man with a laptop and the sound of him punching in the keys of the computer.

"So... Mr. Saitama. You lack ID, no reliable home address, no known relatives, job or anything. At all?" he spoke to our hero to confirm.

He sounded professional and wore differently, a sharp black suit and tie, in comparison to the people in the station. Saitama thought he was some sort of investigator they called.

"Yup, *munch- munch-* I don't know what to tell you. That's all I know, *slurp-* But I said I was a professional hero though"

"Being a Hero isn't a profession recognized, so I can't put it on paper. Also, I see you're calmer now"

The agent commented Saitama's demeanor. He didn't actually show it on his face but his training says differently. He was wrecked with worry in his eyes during the questioning.

"Yeah, I am. You guys are nice. I usually don't get treatment like this often." He said with a calm smile, remembering the scenes of people assuming him to be some sort of criminal.

"Really? Well, I need to make a call Saitama, and we can actually help you."

Saitama's eyes went wide twinkled a little and the corner of his mouth creeped upwards slightly. He now sees this guy as his savior. He doesn't have to go to jail and pay a fine or something like.

"Wait, really?! Thanks man. I owe you one!" he simply said with a hint of gratitude in his voice

Saitama took his hand and shook it. He was careful with his strength even though he noticed the agents muscled build.

"Whoa, this guys grip is strong" the agent thought as he felt rather embarrassed.

"No problem, we deal with this kind of situations. We also deal with super powered beings like you"

"Oh? Heroes exist in this uh... country?"

It took some getting used to for our hero. From the talks and questions asked about him. He clearly isn't in city Z anymore. Meaning, he's lost and doesnt have a job anymore. Which also means he's practically homeless!

"Yes, we have heroes but its unlike what you told me from where you come from"

The agent pulled his hand away and left the room and gave a call.
Saitama relaxed and kept eating and drinking, his groceries beside him in the floor. He picked it up and put it on the table.

The agent outside called to report and sent the data he collected.

"Sir, I've talked to the guy. He might be an alien or a meta."

The officers of the station walked around and sat around. Filing papers, cases, putting law breakers in cells. The usual.

"Yes sir, it will be done"

The agent came back in the interrogation room and gave a reassuring smile.

Saitama was spinning a pen between his fingers like a fan and staring up at the ceiling. He was slowly closing his eyes and hasn't noticed the agent came back.