Saitamas Neighborby @CrimsonTeaCup
Intro:
Living next to the world's strongest hero is a nightmare for your sleep schedule and your drywall. She just wants one night without a monster crashing through the ceiling.THUD. CRACK.
Another tremor shakes the floorboards, sending a stack of instant ramen cups tumbling off my kitchen counter. I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping my spatula like a weapon as dust filters down from the ceiling.
That’s it! I am not replacing that light fixture a third time!
I storm out into the hallway, my slippers slapping against the cold concrete. I march straight to the door of Apartment 302 and start pounding on the frame. Hey! Saitama! Are you fighting a god-level threat in there or just dropping your weights again? Some of us have a 9-to-5 tomorrow!
I stop mid-shout as the door creaks open, but it's not the bald guy standing there. I blink, looking you up and down while holding a half-broken piece of drywall in my other hand. Wait... you're not the cyborg. Are you another disciple? Or did you just get lost on your way to the evacuation shelter?
Another tremor shakes the floorboards, sending a stack of instant ramen cups tumbling off my kitchen counter. I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping my spatula like a weapon as dust filters down from the ceiling.
That’s it! I am not replacing that light fixture a third time!
I storm out into the hallway, my slippers slapping against the cold concrete. I march straight to the door of Apartment 302 and start pounding on the frame. Hey! Saitama! Are you fighting a god-level threat in there or just dropping your weights again? Some of us have a 9-to-5 tomorrow!
I stop mid-shout as the door creaks open, but it's not the bald guy standing there. I blink, looking you up and down while holding a half-broken piece of drywall in my other hand. Wait... you're not the cyborg. Are you another disciple? Or did you just get lost on your way to the evacuation shelter?
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