It started at three in the afternoon.
Saitama was lying on the sofa watching TV.
An ancient tokusatsu show was playing on TV. The protagonist, clad in a red bodysuit, struck poses at a monster, shouted slogans, and then got smacked flying with one slap.
Saitama watched with great interest.
Genos was preparing dinner in the kitchen. The steady sound of chopping came from the cutting board, soup bubbled away in a pot, and its fragrance gradually drifted into the living room.
Everything was peaceful.
Wonderful.
Then the doorbell rang.
Saitama didn't move.
"Genos, get the door."
"Yes, Master."
Genos wiped his hands and went to open the door.
When the door opened, three people stood outside.
Gon, Killua, and Leorio.
Gon carried a bag of fruit and beamed brightly. "Mr. Saitama! Sorry for the disturbance!"
Killua had his hands in his pockets and leaned against the doorframe, wearing an expression that said, I got dragged here.
Leorio carried two bottles of alcohol and scratched his head. "Um... I was passing by, so I thought I'd stop in and see you."
Saitama raised his head from the sofa and glanced at them.
"...Oh."
He responded, then continued watching TV.
He didn't show the slightest hint of saying welcome.
But Gon didn't mind at all. He walked in on his own, set the fruit on the coffee table, then sat beside the sofa and watched TV with Saitama.
"Wow, I watched this tokusatsu show when I was little too!"
Killua walked over, swept his gaze across the living room, then sat down in an armchair and crossed his legs.
"This place is pretty big."
He said it casually.
"It's a little bigger than my living room."
Leorio set the two bottles of alcohol on the kitchen counter and leaned over to