One Punch Man One Shots/Lemons/7 Minutes in Heaven

Amai Mask x Reader

(I'm back!

Lovely, lovely, lemon; small one, but still a lemon.)

Amai mask pulled up in a sleek white car. His headlights shining the forest around the facility walls in the dark of the night.

It was pretty late, but not late enough for it to be odd to drop by a friend's place. Or at least a distant acquaintance.

Today, he was going to be paying a visit to a certain someone.

Finding a small spot of time in his already crowded schedule was hard, but it was worth it to be able to take this night off. Upon getting further information about you and your current living situations, Amai Mask was, to say the least, eager to come and see you.

In the passenger side, he had a bouquet of flowers and some other gifts wrapped nicely into a basket with glimmering plastic and a big red bow tied around it.

He quickly checks his face in the mirror before turning off the engine and coming out the car.

With the gifts in his arm, he approaches the front gate with a key card that he had gotten a hold of from the Association. Sitch had given him one after he caught up with the man in a meeting, imploring him to be able to go see you.

When the key card got accepted, the gates slid open and Amai Mask quietly strolled in.

The staff inside were shocked to see the celebrity arriving at the facility, and many of them even approached him to ask as to what had made him come away from his busy schedule.

All questions aside, Amai Mask reassured everyone that he was only here on a casual visit to a friend of his.

After getting directions to your living quarters, he found you coming back from the garden area with a tote bag full of freshly picked produce.

"Oh, Amai Mask. What brings you here?"

A polite smile on his face, he answers, "Just here to drop off a few gifts and to properly congratulate you for your progress in the Hero's Association."

You invited him inside, and he hands you the bouquet along with the basket of goodies, which you graciously received with a thank you.

Once you were done arranging some fruit onto a tray, you carried it out to share with your newest house guest. Amai Mask joined you in your livingroom, a tangerine in hand, carefully, delicately peeling away the dimpled orange skin while engaging in small talk and occasional banter.

"You know, you didn't have to come and see me. You're always so busy and all."

"It's alright. I was just lucky enough to have tonight off to myself." he says reassuringly, his yellow eyes casting you a sideways look.

"Are you sure you'd rather not be doing anything else?" you ask, hoping not to be sitting down to a long drawn out conversation composed of random chit-chat and idle praddle.

"Why so nervous?" Amai Mask chuckles.

"Nervous?" your sheepish laughter only furthers your bashful behavior.

His face lifted up in an elated smile, happy that you were enjoying his company and not treating him like another work acquaintance, some godly celebrity superstar, an overpampered idol, or another overconfident jerk.

"I'm glad to find someone who doesn't act so strangely around me."

This caught you by surprise. "Am I not weird to you?"

He shakes his head, affirming, "Not at all."

You anxiously play with a tangerine piece before popping it into your mouth and chewing slowly. 'How do you talk with this guy?!' you wondered, starting to slowly panic and scrammble for any subjects to keep busy about.