Limitless [One Punch Man reader insert]

Abnormal (part 2)

SUP GUYS, IF YOU HAVE READ THE PART ONE OF CHAPTER 2, THEN YOU KNOW THE REASON FOR THIS. SO YEAH, HERE YA GO.

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Saitama was waken up by a low toned, lazy voice, continuously calling for his name. He opens his eyes as his mind functions, only to gaze up at your whole body, trapping him with both of your legs crouched. You held your fist in front of his face, making him confused as he catches a glimpse of your eyes, the ones you usually had when you've unleashed your strength, covered with a veil of shadows and your (e/c) eyes glowing despite the dark. 

For some reason, he felt his heart thump.

"Oy, Saitama, wakey wakey." He hears you say, his vision and hearing , slightly lagging behind. 

He gulps, feeling quite different, and nervous for some reason. You were acting a little wierd today. "Umm, (Name)? What are you doing?"  He says, sweating a little.

He was more flustered when you leaned over the guy, grabbing his collar to pull him close. If this will lead to some kind of  dangerous confessions of love like the movie he watched, how will he handle it? He then shrugs of the thought, feeling his face warm up a little. 'This isn't the time! What's with her?'

"What do you mean? We're supposed to play today, right?" You whispered to his ear, your hoarse, yet seductive voice making him flush. 'Okay, what the hell is happening!? This is just a dream, right!?' 

"What are you talking about, (Name)?" He managed to croak out, his voice cracking for some reason. 

'If this is a freakin' dream, then I need to wake up!' He thought, his warm face breaking into a sweat.

But it didn't feel like a dream when you jabbed his face in a flash, sending him crashing through the walls, and then blasting straight out of the house. He then skids through the rough ground beneath, managing to stand his ground with his own two feet. That, felt real. 

Saitama stares down in shock, processing the things that has happened, his eyes darkened.

'If this is a dream, then why did that hurt like hell?' 

He spit out the blood that formed inside his mouth. Your packed punch managed to make his inside cheek bleed, which was enough to make his heart thump in excitement.

No one, in his whole 3 years, had managed to take a scratch at him.

He raises his head and shifts his gaze to the now destroyed home, your shadowed figure entering his vision as you ascend from the stream of dust. You smirked at the mere sight of him, earning the same grin from him. He now understood your word play, with play.

"You wanna play, you say? Then come at me with all ya got!" He almost growled, placing his clenched fist in front of his determined expression, eager to come in contact with your ridiculous power that sent him flying just now.