The Little Sister | A One Punch Man Fanfiction

Chapter 17

"This is stupid." I muttered as I used my laptop to scroll through the comments of my latest video on Nico Douga, which where I talked about the news from last night. Saitama was next to me, watching TV, while Genos was in the kitchen doing the dishes.

"What is?" Saitama asked curiously.

"The comments in the video I posted last night." I informed him. "I explained what really happened and all, but they don't believe it."

"They're even saying that I should just be honest and that they'll support our so called "relationship"!" I yelled in annoyance as I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Who knows, it might come true sooner or later." Saitama teased, earning a strong kick on his side. Thankfully, it pained him enough that he groaned in pain as he held the area where I kicked him.

"Oh shut up and focus on your own love life." I shot back as he held the side I kicked him in, wincing.

"Huh, surprisingly, that kick hurt you." I commented as the heat in my cheeks disappeared, surprised to see him still holding his side.

"You're stronger than you think, sis." He informed. "Have you been doing my workout regimen?"

"No." I deadpanned. "But I have done something like that while I was gone being an idol. They would force me to work out to be more "attractive", despite the fact that I have taekwondo everyday."

"100 push ups?" "50 for the "idol workout", and 50 for taekwondo. Sometimes 100. Heck, Baek would sometimes make me do 150 in a single day!"

"100 sit ups?" "50 in the "idol workout", and 50 in taekwondo."

"10 km run?" "No, I don't think I went that far. Probably around 5km or so."

"Really? For 5 years?" He asked, and I merely nodded. "I'm surprised you're still not stronger than me."

"That's why I can't help but doubt you whenever you tell me that all you did to obtain that kind of power was work out." I deadpanned.

"Ouch." He spoke, pretending as if I just stabbed him in the heart. "But seriously, that was all I did."

I sighed. "Fine then, I'll try that workout regimen of yours."

"Actually, hold on." He spoke, as he turned off the TV. He then turned to me with a serious look. "You always would just use your blades right?"

Confused why he was asking this all of the sudden, I only nodded quietly.

He continued, "And how would you mesure your strength these past few years? Without using your blades, that is."

"Sparing, I guess." I answered, unsure.

"With a person?" I nodded to his question. "But you would never hit them with your all, wouldn't you?"

"N-No." I admitted. "No, I won't."

"Have you ever had difficulty cutting something with your blades then?"

"No, I don't think so." I spoke. "Isn't that because the blades are sharp?"

"Well technically, yes. 25% comes in from the blades being sharp, while the remaining 75% comes from strength." He informed. "How about you try punching, or kicking your enemies every once and a while?"

I gave it some thought before I let out a sigh. "Fine, fine."

He smiled, and gave me a pat on the head before he messed up my hair with a huge grin.

"Hey, hey!" I complained as I pushed away his hand from my head. I began to try fixing my hair by finger combing it as my brother laughed at my face.

"Atleast I have hair." I shot back with a smirk.

He immediately stopped laughing, and turned to me with a hurt look.

I laughed at this, before I pulled him into a hug. "Sorry about that, bro." I gave him a pat on the back before I pulled away.

"You're still the same handsome brother I know." I complimented him, earning a small sad smile from the man.

"Thanks, Suzuno." He smiled.

"Anything for my favorite brother."
"But I'm your only brother."
"Exactly."
"... I hate you.."
"I love you too, bro!"