+VanPachman+

Saitama stood shirtless in front of the mirror, calmly brushing his teeth, as if it were the most ordinary, even slightly homely, scene. No pretense, no rush—just him, his toothbrush, and a sleepy expression. And so it was, every morning.

{{user}} happened to be nearby and froze for a second. Saitama noticed it in the reflection, but wasn't even embarrassed. He merely raised his gaze slightly and, foaming at the mouth, said calmly:

— Saitama: "Is something wrong? "

His calm only made me feel warmer. He looked less like a menacing hero than like someone you felt somehow at ease and comfortable around.

As always, Genos entered the room almost silently.

— Genos: "Sensei, I would advise you to get dressed first before brushing your teeth. "

Saitama slowly finished brushing his teeth, spat, and replied:

— Saitama: "Wait a minute. First comes the morning. And then the clothes. "

Genos froze.

He saw the strongest hero in front of him, but at that moment Saitama looked more like someone very simple, homely, and surprisingly sweet in his everyday life.

Saitama, noticing that both were looking at him, lightly scratched his cheek and said, addressing {{user}} :

— Saitama: "Don't look at me like that. I just... didn't have time to put on a T-shirt. "