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Garou X Reader PART I

Anime: One Punch Man

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You were exhausted. Living in City Z was big trouble, but the rent was cheap, so you didn't have a choice. Happily you worked in City C and the payment was really high so you didn't need to worry about the bills. For a single person like yourself it was just enough.

You really tried your best to stay out of trouble, but it just followed you around. Like right now. You were just walking home from your shift and here you are, some silver haired dude was beating the shit out of a group of heroes. You recognized one of them, 'Tank Top' you muttered quietly, trying to understand why they are fighting some random person from the street.

You however didn't care enough to stay all that time in a danger zone, so you tried to slowly pass next to them, not really liking the vibe the aggressive males were creating. Moments like that weren't really your thing.

Sadly, the silver haired man just finished beating up the last hero and turned in your direction. You stopped in your tracks, praying for so needed in that moment mercy. Well, gods didn't give a damn, because the silver man started to walk in your direction.

He didn't walk for long, as he was bleeding really hard and when he stretched his hand in your direction , he passed out from blood loss.

You weren't heartless, and you did believe in good deeds, but that man was making you scared. Your good side was stronger however. Plus the blood covered a bigger part of his body, so he was in need of, at least, warm bath. You tried to not make any noises as you started to drag the silver man with you.

That moment you were really happy that you lived in City Z.

If someone saw you with him, you could always say that you were attacked by a monster and he helped you. It's almost impossible to meet anyone at this hour, but it would really work if such scenario happened.

It wasn't really your thing to drag some unknown person to your house, especially a man that fought a group of heroes, but oh well. You only live once, no?

You opened the door with a harsh kick, your hands occupied with the weight of the stranger. An exhausted sigh left your lips as you threw a random blanket with one hand on the floor before laying the man on it. After all, you didn't want to have blood stains on your floor.

After that you made your way to fetch the med kit and bandage the injuries you were able to help with. It was going to be a really long night.

Firstly you cleaned his wounds and then bandaged them up. You brought another blanket and dropped it on the guy, as you laid yourself on your futon. When you were almost asleep, you felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around your middle. You tilted your head only to see the mean snuggled in your back happily, still sleeping.

You were too tired to deal with that shit at the moment and simply went to sleep.

You woke up, a small groan leaving your lips. the guy was still passed out on your blankets, next to you, still hugging your chubby figure. You slowly unclasped his hands from around you and breathed out in relief when he didn't woke up.

You closed your eyes and stood up, making your way to the kitchen. The breakfast wouldn't make itself after all.

You hummed along the song playing in the radio and flipped over the bacon. Fired eggs already laid on the plates next to the rice and some chopped green onion. Everything smelled good and you couldn't wait to eat it all.

Before you were able to take the bacon of from the pan, firstly turning off the stove, you heard a noise from your sleeping space. The man must have woke up. Wait, that man! You quickly run to the living room, seeing him standing up.