Being Human (One Punch Man x OC)

Chapter 11: Misery

Saya's POV
My body felt heavy, and everything throbbed with an unfamiliar pain.
It's been so long since I was beaten so badly.
Saitama really is something else.
Saitama...
The hero for fun...the more I thought about him, the more I felt a horrible guilt well up inside me. He was so kind to me, selfless, insightful.
Why?
Why did I hurt him so much?
Suddenly, my sister came into view, turning a sorrowful gaze to me.
Was I dreaming?
'I want you to be happy'
Slowly, the brightness of blurred colors started to invade my line of sight.
I could distantly hear someone calling my name, "Saya?"
My vision cleared and I saw Sona hovering over me. I was back in her lab, in the infirmary.
"Wha...Sona?" I was a little confused, at first. I went to sit up, only to feel my ribs move and grind together sightly.
I winced and wrapped my left arm around myself.
That's when I noticed I was wrapped in bandages, my right arm in a sling. I blinked in confusion, until I remembered the fight.
"Be careful. Your injuries are healing, but do not push yourself," Sona advised, slowly helping me sit up completely.
"How long was I out?" I asked her, my voice was heavy with fatigue.
"Only several hours. Your power never ceases to amaze me. Your fight shut down everything in the building," Sona told me.

I didn't show it, but I was a bit shocked. I thought that wasn't supposed to happen. Then, Saitama came to mind, and without thinking, I got in her face, "Is Saitama okay?!"

Sona leaned back a bit at the suddenness of my actions, she answered slowly, "He was in the same condition you are currently in. Both his and your arm were broken in five places, internal bruising and a few broken ribs. He was unresponsive when Genos had left with him."

I let it sink in, internally getting angry with myself. I really am a hypocrite--I pushed people away, I hurt Saitama. I said such horrible things to him, and he never deserved it. All he ever did was look out for my well being and my best interests. And he didn't even have to, but he did, anyway. Now, he probably wants nothing to do with me. I wouldn't blame him, but...

I need to talk to him. Apologize to him, at least.

"You are worried about Saitama," Sona broke through my thoughts.

I turned to her, "Huh?"

"I can tell by the look on your face. You feel guilty," Sona, although she only knew me for two months, can read me like a book, "I advise that, if you are going to speak with him, do so on his terms. He might not want to see you straight away."

I said nothing and slowly laid back down. Sona then stood up and left the room. I laid there in deep thought, thinking back on the last three plus years.

When did my life go astray, like this?

I thought back to when I found my apartment destroyed over a year ago. I couldn't find Kaana anywhere. I went to the police, then the Hero Association to report her missing, but there was nothing they could do. Even though she was gone, I continued to train, I wanted to become strong, so I can find her on my own, be the hero that was strong enough to blow away any and everything in my path. Just to protect everything I loved. I achieved that goal, but I think along the way, I forgot about what was important. I started to become withdrawn, I pushed people away, became isolated.

I felt detached from everything. Then...I ran into Saitama. I didn't think much of him, at first, until he started muttering about the sales. Something just made me speak to him. The next thing I knew, he was walking me home, we talked and...he made me laugh.

That was first time I laughed since losing my sister. For the first time in a long time, I forgot how miserable I was. Spending time with Saitama made me feel like I was myself again. I felt...whole. I then recognized that I had feelings for him, but I didn't feel I can be happy while my sister was gone. It felt wrong.