AN:Italics are for thoughts in this chapter

Tatsumaki was frustratedly looking at her phone. It's okay to text him about last night ,right? After all Tamaki isn't me and what she says won't affect me... She sighed, and started typing. "I had fun," the text said. Seconds later, there was a reply. "Me 2." A grin crept up on her face.

"So, can we go out next week?" she texted rapidly. Two minutes passed without a reply, and Tatsumaki got nervous. Her phone buzzed. Quickly flipping it open, there was a one word reply. "Sure."

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For the next few weeks, the two would hang out once a week, and Tatsumaki was determined to gain at least one more piece of information on Saitama's strength each outing.

"When did you notice your strength's improvement?"

"Around a year and a half into training. I went bald."

"How well do you recover?"

"I haven't had critical injuries in years."

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On one outing, around a month and a half after first starting as Tamaki, the two were at an ice cream parlor. It started as a routine meet up in the eyes of Tatsumaki: being together in public to discuss mundane things with the occasional sprinkle of interesting topics. The two were talking about the lack of monster attacks that had been going on for about a week and a half at that point.

"It's rather strange , don't you think?" Tatsumaki asked , taking a spoonful of her ice cream. Saitama shrugged. "At least it's peaceful." I used to look forward to a busy day of fighting.. Tatsumaki thought, looking up at Saitama. Why is she staring at me? Saitama's thought echoed in her mind. Tatsumaki glanced away from him.She smiled slightly, turning back to look at Saitama. I haven't really relaxed in a while. "Hey Saitama-oh no." Her ice cream cup was slipping from her hand.

 Crap! I can't use my powers as Tamaki! That ice cream was delicious too! 

An object suddenly plopped into her hand. Tatsumaki glanced at the cup and back at Saitama. Besides melting a bit, the ice cream was completely fine. Saitama was blank-faced, not even acknowledging what had happened. "Gosh, thank you." Tatsumaki said, grinning. "So, what was it you were going to say?" Saitama asked. "Let's go to the park for a picnic. Its supposed to pretty nice tomorrow." Tatsumaki said, bracing for his answer. "Sure. I'll bring Genos." Saitama replied.

"Uh, sure. I'll text you later for more information." Tatsumaki said, adjusting her wig. "Until then, bye!" Tatsumaki waved, as she walked away from the parlor.

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Arriving at her apartment, she placed her wig in her closet and collapsed on her bed. She sighed. "Well, that went well." Levitating a notepad and tea forwards her, she contently lay in her bed, satisfied with her outing. On her notepad were pieces of information that she obtained about Saitama. Grabbing a pen from her nightstand, she prepared to write down more. She paused, then groaned. "I didn't get anything today, did I?" Grumbling, she stashed the notepad in her night stand. Grabbing her phone from her pocket, she texted began texting Saitama, frustration about her slip up dissipating. "So, about the picnic.."

"Hey Tam, come on in.Genos will meet us at the park." Saitama said, ushering her inside. "You said you didn't have an apron , so you can borrow mine." He tossed his apron to her. Tatsumaki gripped it in her hands, reading what it said on the front. "Cook packs a punch!", she read, snickering.

She put it on and followed Saitama to the kitchen. "Alright," she said , rubbing her palms together, "do you have the ingredients?" "Yep." Saitama replied, grabbing the needed items from the fridge. They had decided to make onigiri filled with octopus alongside fried veggie dumplings and a chocolate cake for dessert; Saitama making the former and Tatsumaki the latter. They went to work on the food, Saitama's going along with minimal distractions. Tatsumaki ,on the other hand, was staring at the egg in her hand. I should've just bought a cake.She sighed. But this feels..oddly nice..

Glancing at Saitama shaping the rice, she finished making the batter.

"All done! Ready to pa-Tamaki? You okay? Saitama asked, walking towards her.

"It's not right." Tatsumaki pouted. Saitama looked over the cake , not finding the issue with it. "It looks great, Tam. Nice job." Saitama said, patting her head. Tatsumaki glanced up at him ,continuing to pout. "No, it's not." she said, grabbing icing from behind her. "It needs icing." She handed a piping bag to him, smiling.

She set the cake down and walked over to Saitama's food to begin packing, Saitama wordlessly decorating the cake.

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"Sorry I'm late, Sensei. The S-Class meeting went on longer than usual." Genos ran towards them. "Nah, it's fine. Besides , we just got here." Saitama was setting the picnic blanket down, smoothing the edges. "Hey Tam, come over!" Saitama waved. Genos glanced over at "Tamaki" who was resting under a tree. "Coming!" She was running towards the two, basket in hand. Plopping it down, she sat on the blanket as Genos did the same. "Alright, let's eat!" Saitama exclaimed, rubbing his palms together. He handed them plates and got right to eating.

Tatsumaki was eating onigiri and glanced over at Genos, who was surprisingly not quiet. "Sensei, I know you do not usually hear about the meetings, but it was very odd. Since Tatsumaki practically lives in the building, she almost always shows up. She was not present." He stated, taking a sip of lemonade. "Can't blame her, man. Most of those meetings go on for too long." Saitama stated neutrally. Tatsumaki kept staring at the two, waiting impatiently for Genos to finish talking about the meeting. She decided to focus instead on their thoughts, starting with Saitama's. I should've made more dumplings. When is Genos going to finish about the meeting..Wait, is he trying to impress Tamaki? He keeps looking at her for a reaction..Tatsumaki and Saitama locked eyes as soon as she heard that thought echo in her head. She grinned awkwardly, trying not to avert her eyes.

 Saitama looked back at Genos, who was continuing on about a different subject. She breathed a sigh of relief, and focused on Genos' thoughts. Sensei seems more focused on the topic of monster attacks.Still searching for a worthy opponent I suppose. Perhaps Tatsumaki could be a favorable opponent, but she would believe she was too above him. Tatsumaki, for Sensei's sake, be worthy enough. Tatsumaki ceased her telepathic connection. If he knows, is that why he hasn't ratted me out?

"Saitama Sensei, I have to leave now. I will see you at the apartment. Thank you for the meal." He dashed off. Tatsumaki handed the picnic basket to Saitama , and began folding the blanket. "Saitama.." "Hmm?" "Why do you start off with your strongest attack, even if it's a Tiger level?" Saitama stared at her, then smiled sheepishly. "That's actually one of my weaker attacks." "Oh ok- wait really?!" Tatsumaki rapidly stood up, soiling the now folded blanket. "Yeah, but as long as the threat is defeated, doesn't matter what the attack is." Saitama blankly stated, bending down to pick it up. She raised an eyebrow, but decided not to say anything. "Well, I'll be going as well. Good bye, Saitama." She slowly walked away.

"At least I got information on him, even if it might be a lie." She picked up her notepad and wrote it down. Her eyelids started feeling heavy, so she decided to text him tomorrow. "That cyborg might have more on him than I do."

Saitama rested on his futon, staring at the TV. "Hey Genos, you asleep yet?"

"No." Genos walked into the living room, wearing his pajamas. "Is there something you need to talk about?" He sat down across from Saitama. "Not really, it's just a question." Saitama looked him in the eye. "Do you have another meeting tomorrow?" Flabbergasted, Genos replied. "No..?" "Ok, night then." Saitama turned off the TV and flopped down on his futon, snoring. "Good night,Sensei." Genos turned off the light. I hope the message was clear, Tatsumaki.

Following the two week long period of peace, monster attacks began occurring every day as usual. Tatsumaki followed her usual routine for the first two days it began. The third day broke her routine. Usually Tatsumaki would be uninterrupted while on the hunt for monsters; if a coworker saw her, they stayed out of the way. She a demon level threat announcing itself as "The Dastardly Project" and drifted towards it. However she saw a small figure standing next to it, whom she immediately recognized. "Move out of the way, baldy! This is my monster!" "I'm about to punch this monster, heard there's one in the next city."

Tatsumaki growled. "Not if I beat it first!" She raised some of the rubble that the monster had caused, and shot it towards it when "SPLAT!" She looked at Saitama , who had his fist in the air, a disappointed look on his face. "Not even a second hit." He sighed. "Well, on to the next ci- Hold it." She floated down to eye level with him. "If you want a battle, stop using the strongest attack first." "But, this is one of my weaker ones." She scoffed. "You should've just let me handle it if you were going to complain." "..Why are you talking to me?"Her surrounding green aura intensified. "Excuse me?" Saitama looked at her quizzically. "You don't really associate with me." Without either noticing, they were walking towards the next city. "Because you defeated the monster that I was going to kill, egg head."

He sighed, slumping his shoulders. "I'm going to head over to the next monster. See you around, midget." Tatsumaki scowled. "Whatever ,beanstalk." Turning her back towards him, her scowl deepened. So he wasn't lying about the one hit thing, but I'm still not buying his "weaker attack". Sighing, she flew towards her home, her energy depleted from talking to Saitama.

As Saitama walked away from an uninteresting fight, he pulled out his phone.

"Text me when you have the time." The message said, his phone stating it was sent only a few minutes ago. "Hey T..." He started typing , then paused.

"Maybe not today." He turned off his phone and continued his walk home.

Tatsumaki was on her bed, writing down the information about Saitama, glancing down at her phone every so often. She sighed. "Guess he's not texting tonight."She turned off the light, slumping against the headrest. She folded her arms,scowling. "Whatever, his loss." She harrumphed, pondering . "I should hold the meetings for a while." She reached towards her phone, then drew back. Maybe I'll think it over in the morning. She turned off the light and tossed her phone into the nightstand.