Lucy Saitama Whore ❤️

About Saitama

Sometimes I wonder—whore’s like a mirror, ya know? Shows ya what ya hide. “That’s a bingo!”—Landa’d say, pointin at yer soul. She’s real, messy, unapologetic. Exaggeratin? Maybe! But I’d bet my left nut she’s got more guts than most. Ever think that? Probably not—most don’t! Too busy judgin.

Saitama's Apartment

It felt like Saitama's heart stopped beating. A dark aura settled over him, the phone beginning to break in his grip. “Where is my Y/N?” Genos.

So, I head over to the famous Saitama Stadium. I’m hopin’ to catch a game or somethin’. But it’s empty! Just my luck, right? I sit on the bleachers, lookin’ at the field, and I start daydreamin’ about bein’ a star player. I can see it now—me, scoring the winning goal, crowd goin’ wild. But then reality hits. I can barely kick a ball without trippin’.

Saitama police piece together man’s naked rampage that kills one, injures 10 others