Noodles | One Shot

Noodles | one shot

Saitama X Gn!Reader

Summary: You meet a bald hero. He always appears at the most random moments. (Not that you particularly mind)

In the bustling aisles of the local grocery store, a battle of wills erupted over a simple pack of discounted instant noodles. You and Saitama, both reaching for the last pack, locked eyes in a silent challenge that quickly escalated into a tug-of-war.

“Hey! That’s mine!” you shouted, refusing to back down.

Saitama’s expression remained calm and collected. “Sorry, but I got here first.”

“No way, I’m not letting go!” you retorted, pulling with all your might.

The pack stretched and strained between you, customers around you watching the spectacle with raised eyebrows.

“Give it up already.” Saitama urged, his deadpan tone contrasting with the intensity of the battle.

“Like hell I will!” you shot back, your determination fueled by stubbornness and hunger.

The standoff continued until, with a sudden surge of strength, Saitama yanked the pack toward him, leaving you stumbling backward.

“Damn it, Baldy!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in defeat.

He tucked the noodles under his arm casually. “Thanks.”

From that day onward, every encounter with Saitama seemed to lead to chaos.

(You figured out his hero name was Caped Baldy and cackled for a good while.)

Whether it was a giant monster rampaging through the streets or a minor inconvenience at the park, you inevitably found yourself caught in the crossfire.

Like now.

“Ahh! What the heck?!” you screamed, dodging debris from a monster’s swipe.

Saitama landed beside you, dispatching the threat with a single punch. The aftermath from his punch sent you flying. “Oops, my bad.”

“Your bad?!” you yelled, brushing dust off your clothes. “I almost died!”

He scratched his head. “You seem to attract trouble.”

“And you seem to cause it!” you retorted, frustration bubbling over.

Despite your exasperation, Saitama’s nonchalant demeanor grated on your nerves. How could someone be so laidback in the face of such absurdity?

“You know,” you started, glaring at him, “Shouldn’t you be concerned about what power does on others?”

Saitama shrugged. “Eh, it happens.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

He flashed you a small smile. “But you keep appearing.”

You scoffed, but deep down, you knew he was right. As much as Saitama’s antics drove you crazy, there was something oddly comforting about having him around. Maybe it was his unshakeable confidence or his ability to handle any situation with ease.

One day, after yet another chaotic encounter that left the local ramen shop in ruins, you and Saitama stood amidst the wreckage, staring at the destroyed bowls of ramen.

“Well, there goes lunch,” you sighed, shaking your head.

Saitama scratched his head. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” you replied with a shrug. “We’ll just have to get more.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Get more?”

“Yeah, and this time, let’s settle this properly,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Let’s see who can make the better bowl of noodles.”

“Because last time, you stole mine!” You pointed an accusatory finger at him.

Saitama blinked, processing your challenge. “You’re on.”

And so, you both ventured to the supermarket, determined to prove your culinary skills. The cashiereyed you both warily as you placed your groceries, sizing up the competition.

Back at Saitama’s house, you focused intently on creating the perfect bowl of ramen. Saitama’s approach was surprisingly simple, while yours was more experimental, adding unconventional toppings and spices.

(You’re pretty sure you saw Saitama just text his friend what to do next.)

After what seemed like an eternity of slurping noodles and tasting broth, the time came to judge the results.

“So?” you asked eagerly, eyeing Saitama’s satisfied expression.

He nodded approvingly. “Not bad.”

You grinned, taking a big gulp of his creation. “Hmm, pretty good.”

Saitama glanced at your bowl, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

You presented your bowl proudly, a colorful masterpiece. (A magnum opus.)

He took a bite, his expression unreadable behind the mask. After a moment, he nodded again. “Impressive.”

“Ha! I knew mine was better,” you exclaimed, pumping a fist in victory.

Saitama chuckled, a rare sound that made you smile. “Alright.”

Abruptly, the door opened. The demon cyborg walked in. His name was—?

“Oh, hey Genos.” Saitama waved lazily.

“Hello Master.” He greeted Saitama before turning towards you. You watched his arms grow in heat and the beams threatening to burn you.

“Shall I remove the garbage, Master Saitama?”

“Genos um—“

“Don’t you fucking shoot!”

did this pic of sanji in my style

Today, the waiter is very fucking single.

Gn!Reader x Gojo

Summary: Gojo wants your number.

It was the café’s annual dress to impress day—a chance to attract more customers and earn generous tips. For you, it meant donning a sleek suit and stepping up your game. Maybe some gel on your hair and jewelry on your wrists too.

Though you had a feeling you would end being bothered by a certain chatty blue eyed man.

He always came in to just to linger.

He strolled in with his usual confidence, his sharp eyes scanning the room until they settled on you. He grinned, approaching your counter with a playful swagger. You noticed the light skip in his steps.

“Well, well, well,” Gojo greeted, pushing his black shades down. “Look at you, all dressed up. Trying to steal the show?”

“Just trying to make a couple more tips.” you replied casually, though his presence made your heart skip a beat. (Not like you’d tell him.)

“Ah, but you could be much more comfortable if you let me take you out sometime,” he suggested smoothly, flashing his trademark grin.

You chuckled, amused by his persistence. “And what makes you think I’d say yes?”

“Because I’m simply amazing,” he teased, leaning closer. “And I always get what I want.”

Before you could respond, a customer—a well-dressed man with an air of confidence—approached your counter, a friendly smile on his face.

“Excuse me,” the man began, directing his attention to you. “I couldn’t help but notice how stunning you look in that suit. Can I buy you a drink sometime?”

You glanced at Gojo, who watched the exchange with a neutral expression that belied the sharp edge of disagreement simmering beneath the surface. The man’s casual flirtation didn’t go unnoticed by either of you, though you remained oblivious to Gojo’s reaction.

Flustered by the unexpected attention, you politely declined the man’s offer, focusing on taking his order with practiced professionalism. Gojo seemed to bore his eyes into the poor man’s soul. Sensing the sudden tension, the man quickly excused himself and retreated to his table, leaving you and Gojo in a charged silence.

Once the man was out of earshot, Gojo cleared his throat, his gaze lingering on you with a newfound intensity.

“Looks like you’ve got admirers lining up today,” he remarked lightly, though there was a tightness in his tone.

You raised an eyebrow, sensing a shift in his demeanor. “Yeah, it happens. Jealous?”

“Jealousy? Please,” he scoffed, though his jaw tensed imperceptibly. “Just an observation.”

Despite his dismissive tone, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. His eyes were as scary as they are gorgeous.

Hauntingly beautiful, perhaps.

“Well, in any case. We just got some macaroons finished in the back. Want some?” you asked, pouring him another cup of coffee.

Gojo’s lips went into a small pout, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Yes.”

As you returned with the plate of colorful macaroons, Gojo’s eyes lit up with a mixture of amusement and gratitude. He picked one up delicately, inspecting it with exaggerated interest before taking a bite.

“These are almost as sweet as you,” he remarked with a feral grin, his charm fully restored.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Smooth, Gojo. But save your lines for someone who’s not immune to your charm.”

Gojo chuckled, leaning back against the counter with casual confidence. “Oh, but you know you love it.”

You scoffed, feigning offense. “Keep dreaming, Gojo.”

The silence that followed was comfortable. As Gojo finished the last macaroon, he stood up, adjusting his sunglasses with a smirk.

“Well, as much as I’d love to stay and chat, duty calls,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“Sure, sure,” you replied nonchalantly, though your heart raced with anticipation. As he turned to leave, you took a spontaneous leap of courage, rushing after him with a slip of paper in hand.

You ignored your coworkers cries of betrayal and left the poor other customers alone to wait.

“Hey, Gojo!” you called out, catching his attention just before he reached the door. Wiping your sweaty palms on your pants.

He turned back, raising an eyebrow curiously. “What’s up?”

You held out the slip of paper, your number scrawled hastily across it. “Here. You asked.”

Gojo took the slip with a teasing grin, starting to squint at your handwriting. “Wow, your handwriting is so shitty I can’t even read it.”

“Fuck off.”

He chuckled softly, tucking the slip into his pocket with a nod of appreciation. “Alright, I’ll text you.”

A small scowl painted your face. “You better.”

Could you make Sally Park from Lookism!!!

okay :) + i rlly liked her dynamic with Warren, so cute

I’m da greatest star ⭐️

Can you draw Goo Kim ? :3

Thank you in advance!

absolutely. I love Goo Kim soooooo much !! Like urgh 💘silly lad