Two People

"I'm back!" Saitama called out as soon as he returned from outside, following the habit he'd picked up in his old life.

Come to think of it, Saitama had lived completely alone before. He hadn't even had any neighbors, yet he'd still called out "I'm back" every time. It was pretty strange.

"Quick, give me the hamburgers. I'm starving," Skye shouted as soon as she heard Saitama's voice.

"Here. These are the two hamburgers you wanted."

"Thanks. Mm, you bought so much, and it all looks like meat? Fine, I'll share one of the hamburgers with you. Give me some of the rest."

"Huh?"

"You bought a bag of fries too? Fine, I'll have some of those as well. Mm, just a little."

"Stop! You have to leave me the longest one."

"Why? Are long fries different from short ones?"

"Of course they are! Stop eating! I told you, that long fry is mine."

"But I bought these with my money, so it's only fair to say they're all mine."

"Mm, heh, hehehe. Long fries and short fries are really the same thing. If you like the long ones, then you can have them. Ha ha, hahaha!"

Saitama changed his tune so quickly he seemed to have absolutely no principles. Well, what could you expect? He was poor, after all. Even if Saitama wanted to be a hero for fun, heroes still had to eat. So when it came to his benefactor, Saitama could only give in.

After wolfing down all that food, the two of them had polished off every last bit. Saitama sprawled on the sofa, rubbing his round belly with a satisfied look. The only downside was that they didn't have any tea. If he could have had a cup of light tea after the meal, it would have been perfect.

Unlike Saitama, Skye frowned and grimaced. "Damn it, I ate too much. And it was all high-calorie food. Oh no, what if I get fat? This is all your fault. Why did you buy so much food?"

"I only bought it for myself. I just bought you two hamburgers. You're the one who stole my food."

"If you hadn't bought it, how could I have stolen it? It's your fault!"

"Hey, hey, be reasonable."

"You're broke. You bought all this food with my money, and you'll be using my money for meals from now on, too."

"Uh, heh, hehehe. Well, you see, um, heh, hehehe..." Saitama had been hit where it hurt, so he started looking everywhere but at her.

Seeing him like that, Skye's lips curled into a smile.

Skye suddenly realized that living with Saitama felt surprisingly relaxing and fun. Before, he'd been nothing more than a stranger to her. Even if he had saved her life, she could have repaid him by helping him out, letting him stay at her place for a while, and giving him something to eat. That would have been more or less enough—well, all right, it was nowhere near enough compared to saving her life. But no matter what, Saitama was still a stranger, and she should have kept a certain distance from him.

And yet, after spending time with him, she seemed to have completely let down her guard. That wasn't right at all. Her experiences growing up had taught her to be wary of all kinds of people and things, but around Saitama, all that wariness had vanished. It was unbelievable.

"Saitama, you didn't use some kind of trick on me, did you?" Skye suddenly said, fixing her eyes on him.

"Huh?" Saitama took his eyes off the TV and blinked at her, his gaze still carrying that trademark vacant look.

Seeing him like that, Skye suddenly laughed. "It's nothing. I just wanted to tell you that I've found a buyer. Tomorrow, we can sell Tony Stark's business card."

"Oh." Saitama nodded blankly. "Um, somehow, selling a business card someone gave us feels kind of wrong."

"But it's valuable. If we sell it, we won't have to worry about money for a long time," Skye said, looking excited.

"I see. The person who gave me the card would probably be happy to know it could fetch so much money. I'm sure he'd be glad to let us trade it for cash," Saitama said, quickly changing his tune.

Watching Saitama change his mind like that, Skye couldn't help laughing again. She really felt that, although Saitama seemed kind of vacant—and his bald head looked ridiculous—he always managed to bring people a little joy.

"Besides, you're undocumented, so we need money to get you a Green Card. Damn Green Cards—they cost a fortune, too." Thinking about all the expenses coming up, Skye couldn't help wincing.

"Undocumented? Green Card?" Saitama blinked. He had no idea what any of that meant, but if Skye said they had to take care of it, then there probably wasn't any other choice. Still, spending money might make him wince.

After they finished eating and rested for a while, Skye went back to her computer. Saitama, meanwhile, wanted to go out and look around, to get familiar with the area. In particular, he needed to figure out where the nearby supermarkets were and when they had sales. That was the most important thing. How big was the surrounding area? Well, at least it wasn't as big as America. Of course, if the situation called for it, it could be even bigger than America.

"Hey, Saitama, you're not planning to go out like that, are you?" She hadn't thought much of it before, but now that she saw Saitama getting ready to head out in those strange clothes, Skye couldn't help calling out to him.

"Huh? Yeah!"

"Go change your clothes! If you go out dressed like that, won't people laugh at you? Damn it, you must have been laughed at by a lot of people when you went to buy hamburgers earlier. I guess I'll have to buy you a few outfits!"

Skye frowned, looking as if she really didn't want to. But in truth, she was the one who had offered to buy Saitama clothes.

"I think these are great. The owner of the clothing shop specially made this Hero Suit for me."

"But don't you think it's tacky?"

"Tacky? I don't think so."

"...I don't care. At the very least, you need to buy a few changes of clothes. You don't plan on wearing that outfit around the house, too, do you?"

"Is that so? But I don't have any money."

"...Fine, I'll lend it to you. You can pay me back when you start earning money." Skye rolled her eyes.

"Oh."

"Come on."

"Huh?"

"We're going to buy you clothes. I seriously doubt your taste. If you shop for yourself, you'll probably buy something just as tacky."

"Thanks, Skye!"

"I just don't want you wandering around in those unbelievably tacky clothes and ruining my sense of style."