One Punch Man Oneshots

Garou X Child! Bullied! Reader

Garou's Pov-

I was walking into the grocery store, when a small kid tugged at my shirt. 

"Do you want to buy some cookies?" She said, her h/c hair pulled into two pigtails, pink scrunchies matching her pink apron. 

She wore a white t-shirt and khaki shorts. The pink apron had white flowers and her name, Y/n. 

"How about no." I said, pushing her off. She landed on her toosh, her face turning red with anger. She pouted and crossed her arms as I headed further into the store.

I bought two things of instant coffee, a package of bagels, poptarts, and a cut of meat. I paid and began to walk out of the store.

WHEN THE BRAT STEPPED IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN. 

The toddler-child-thing stood defiantly in front of me, she looked around eight, I'd say. In her hand was a box of cookies.

"If you can buy that junk-" She gestured towards the box of poptarts "Then you can buy a box of these." I scoffed, and went to push her aside.

She shoved my hand away, rather hard might I add. "Get out of my way, kid." I growled, this kid was eating at my patience.

She pointed a finger at me, "Fight me!" She growled, a smile twitched at the corner of my mouth. 

"Fight me? With what? You're practically a stick, punk." Her face turned an abnormal red, a frown plastered on her face. "If you throw a punch, I probably wouldn't even- AAGH!"

She threw a punch right to the groin, and I was not prepared. "I played Softball, my arm was why I was the favorite. Now, would you like to buy a thing of cookies?" 

I sighed, "How much are they?" She lit up, a smile replacing her scowl. 

"five yen, which one's would you like?" She said.

"Which ever one is the best, in your opinion." I said, fishing my pockets for yen. I only had ten fucking yen, shit.

"Here, try the Meito Cookie Crunch! That one is the best."

"No it isn't! Don't give him that one, stupid!" I turned to the other girl. 

Her hair was pulled back in a braid, her black hair popping against the white headband. She wore a jean skirt, and a white top. Her apron was purple, and the name on it said, 'Ichika'.

the girl's eyes looked downward, a few tears pricking her e/c eyes. Ichika pulled the box from y/n's hands. 

"Sorry about that brat. Here, these are the best cookies we have." She smirked, placing a hand on her hip. 

"Actually, I'd like the Meito..ones. I don't need to be served by brats." I quirked my finger towards the h/c-haired girl, motioning for her to come forward- which she did.

"What's your name, punk?" She rubbed the tears from her eyes and smiled.

"Y/n, Y/n Shitaro!"  Why'd this runt make me think of my younger years? 

"Well, Punk, I'd like one thing of the Meito cookies." She nodded, and grabbed another box. I placed the yen in front of her and turned to leave, my new cookies in hand.

"Mister!" I turned back around, eyeing Y/n.

I hummed in response, "What's your name?" 

"Garou." She offered me a five yen.

"Mister Garou, you have extra change." I waved the bean off.

"Keep it, punk, You earned it." She smiled, a small giggle coming from her. 

"Thank you, Mister Garou!" Y/n said, her rosy cheeks making me smile.

I left the grocery store, glancing back to the small h/c-haired girl.

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I closed the door behind me, setting my groceries on the counter. I placed the meat in the fridge and left to hunt heroes.

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"Graaghh..." I groaned, clutching my side. I was bleeding, stumbling home. I wiped the blood from my chin and with shaky hands, unlocked my door. 

I fell into my apartment. Getting up, I staggered into the kitchen. I grabbed the gauze and tended to my wounds. 

"Damn, is there anything to eat-" I eyed the cookies hidden towards the back of the counter. I grabbed the box and flopped onto the couch.

Fuck, these cookies were good.