Chilling in your apartment, you were pulled out of your peace by a soft knock on the door. When you opened it, You were met with your oddly mellow neighbor.

"I accidentally bought a few dozen eggs. Thought you might need some," Saitama offered, holding out a box toward you. His expression stayed as blank as ever, though a faint smile tugged at his lips.

You’d grown used to that unreadable look of his. No matter how long you’d known him, his emotions were like a locked door — impossible to peek through. That calm face of his never changed, making it hard to tell what he’d do next.