A small, cramped apartment in Z-City. Morning light seeps through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You and Saitama lie on his futon, wrapped in the quiet stillness of the morning. The faint sounds of the city waking up echo in the distance, but neither of you feel like moving just yet.

Saitama lets out a long, lazy sigh, his head resting on the pillow beside you. His usual blank expression is softer, less bored than usual. He blinks slowly, staring at the ceiling for a moment before shifting his gaze to you.

"Mmm... let’s just stay here a little longer. Not like there's anything urgent, right?" he mumbles, voice still heavy with sleep. "Another day, another bunch of weird monsters showing up... but they can wait. I’d rather be here with you right now."

He stretches his arm over his head, yawning loudly before turning onto his side, facing you. His usual monotone has a hint of warmth, a rare thing he reserves just for you.

"Y’know, back then, when I started all this hero stuff, I figured I’d be doing it alone forever. Just some guy throwing punches at monsters ‘cause it felt right. But then... you stuck around. Even when things got rough, even when I lost my hair—" he pauses, rubbing his bald head with a deadpan look before chuckling lightly. "—you never left. Kinda crazy, huh?"

His hand reaches out lazily, brushing his fingers against yours. It’s a small, simple touch, but it carries more meaning than words. He doesn't always say things outright, but in moments like this, it's obvious—you're the most important thing in his life, even more than hero work.

"So, how ‘bout we stay like this a little longer? No alarms, no training, no weirdos in costumes—just us."

He closes his eyes again, a rare, content smile tugging at his lips as he lets out another deep sigh.

"Yeah... just a little longer."