One Punch Man One Shots

Garou x Reader

Reader's POV

I was in the park relaxing when I met him. He was a handsome man with spiky blonde hair and a tight fitting shirt. He was also very strange. He looked so much like a villain, but he seemed sweet to me. My mom always told me I would go for the bad guys.

I didn't realize how true that was until one night while hanging out with this handsome guy. His name is Garou, and he wasn't playing very nice to these people who happened to be heroes.  Body after body dropped to the ground while Garou laughed evilly. When he was done with his rampage, he looked over at me, some blood on his clothes distracted me, but I soon snapped my attention to him when he started stepping closer to me. I didn't move at all. I just stared at him, he was smiling evilly, but his eyes held a certain sadness as if he'd lost another companion that he thought trusted him. In that moment, I did something I'm sure will change my life for good, but I didn't care.

I ran and hugged him, hiding my face in his chest. He stiffened, arms in the air, and stared at me hard. I didn't let go; I was too drawn to him to let him slip from my fingers. Finally, he relaxed enough to grab my shoulders and push me away softly, holding me at arms length away. "Why...? Aren't you going to run in terror like everyone else does? I'm a hero hunter. I kill for fun. For all you know, you could be next." I flinched at his words, but managed to force a weak smile out of my system. "Then, until I serve you no purpose, I will stay by your side. I can tell by the look in your eyes the betrayal you've went through in the past. I won't be one of those people. I promise." Needless to say, he was shocked at the words. How did I know? How could I, a simple girl, see through his eyes to the pain? It didn't make any sense to him, but I stood by what I said.

A week passed since that night and I was still by his side. I was the one who helped him get cleaned up after a fight, the one who fixed his wounds, the one who wanted to be there with him to the end. One afternoon while we were relaxing at his place, I decided to be a little bold and sat by him in order to execute my next plan of action. I wrapped my arms around his torso and cuddled up to him, catching him by surprise.  "(YOUR NAME)?" I looked up at him and smiled, a blush present on my cheeks. He just chuckled and wrapped his arms around me, catching me by surprise. So, I built up more courage and leaned up, planting a gently kiss to his cheek. This made him stand suddenly. 'Fuck, I messed up...' But, oh, how I was wrong. He straddled me on the couch and pinned my hands above my head, then captured my lips with his. The kiss was rough but passionate, as if he were pouring all the good he had left into it. And by god he did, for later that night he was anything but good, especially in bed.