One Punch Simulator

The story of a broken heart

Osoro was beside herself. She couldn't believe she had agreed to come to such an event.

That damn bitch, Osoro scowled, leaning against the wall. Why was she so... understanding.

People walking by her moved away. She was technically loitering, looming by the front of the mouse-themed sushi restaurant, but the employees were too scared to tell her to leave. Osoro hated that Ayano had taken up the look of a delinquent just to please her. She hated that Ayano was trying to be friendly with her.

She's just like that bastard, she thought, tch-ing. At least I won't have to see her again after this.

Some time later, she saw Ayano walking over to her, a bat over her shoulder, most likely for the delinquent aesthetic.

"Thanks for coming," Ayano said, warmly.

"Yeah, whatever," Osoro said, crossing her arms. "Let's get this over with."

The two girls went inside Nezumi Sushi. They sat at the moving conveyor belt, plates of sushi moving before their eyes.

"Take whatever you want," Ayano told Osoro. "I'll pay."

"Not hungry," Osoro grunted. "I wanna get this over with, so tell me what you have to say."

Ayano put her hands together. "You've been wronged many times in the past, haven't you, Osoro?"

Osoro scowled.

Ayano continued, "By heroes, by fellow students, by teachers... I understand what that feels like. When I was young, I was constantly bullied by my peers. Because I was different."

"What, so you're telling me your sob story?" Osoro asked, making a face.

"I was strange to them," Ayano continued, ignoring her. "For a long time, I didn't understand why they were bullying me. You understand how that feels, right? To be disrespected for no reason?"

Osoro gritted her teeth. "None of your business."

"Your fellow delinquents understand it," Ayano told her. "Look how they were treated. They were considering a suicide pact. And they were going to do it. Until they saw you." She stood up. "You saved their lives, Osoro. That fight you had in front of Akademi was incredibly inspiring. They were so grateful to you that they became your followers. They see you as a goddess."

"I already know all this," Osoro said, glaring up at her. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say..." Ayano spread her arms. "... that you are a hero."

Osoro's scowl became nastier. "I'm not a hero, you idiot."

"Well, are you a villain?" Ayano asked. "You've done a lot of good."

"Are you insane?" Osoro slammed the table, shocking everyone in the restaurant. "You don't know anything about me. I'm not a hero or a villain. I didn't ask for those guys to start following me around. As for that fight, I was just showing 'em who's boss. I'm not like you."

"I didn't say you were like me," Ayano told her. "You're like Metal Bat."

Osoro stood up. "Don't you dare compare me to him."

"You were his friend," Ayano said. "No... that's not true. You loved him. You still do."

Osoro trembled. "Do you want to die?"

"But then he became a hero," Ayano continued. "And you hate heroes. Or do you hate heroes because of him?"

Osoro's hands balled into fists.