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DISCLAIMERThis fanfiction that you are reading has been written by me LittleDeviantMuse. . However, One Punch Man webcomics was created by One, re-illustrated by Yusuke Murata, and has become a popular series in Shounen Jump, adapated into anime. My fanfictions are merely hobbies reflecting my appreciation, and love for this wonderful series. Thank you, and I promise I will only write my fanfiction for entertainment purposes only.

Obstinate

Warning: Innuendo, and expletives.

Garou's definition of a monster made little sense to you even with the injuries he endured hunting heroes in the association. Unbeknownst to him, you witnessed the results of the destruction caused with each fight, and followed his moves as closely as possible as if he were a tornado, and you, a storm chaser.

As he walked away in broad day light leaving the infamous Metal Bat, and his sister, you leaped down as quiet as a cat from a nearby crumbling building. Shifting rubble catches your attention, and you look up to see half a roof falling towards you. Running from the imminent impact, a blur of black followed by blue streaks obliterates falling rubble into dust raining around you. When releasing the breath you had been holding, you look into a pair of Amber eyes piercing yours with the ferocity of a wolf ready to devour prey at the slightest movement. Swallowing a stubborn lump in your throat, you wave, giving your best albeit quivering smile.

“H-hi Garou. Eh heh heh.”

“Don't 'Hi' me." His voice reaches a falsetto to match yours. "Didn't I tell you not to follow me, crazy woman.”

Avoiding his gaze, you suck your lips inward. “Y-yeah. But you know how I am, Garou. Your every move is my every move.” Taking a peek, his face nears yours, and along with it, the smell of sweat laced with a metallic odor tickling your nose. “Ugh.”

Garou eases back, and turns his back on you. “I warned you, and I can't protect you if you keep falling me, crazy woman. So stop falling me, and leave me be.” He started walking away.

Running in front of him, you stretch your arms out. “I'm not asking you to. I just...Don't understand why you have to do all of this...This...Hunting, and why you can't tell me about it. Is it some kind of vendetta or some weird macho thing you have to do to feel more manly? Dare I imply that maybe you're so bored you need to pick a fight.”

Staring with furrowed brows, Garou takes a step around you. “You should move, crazy woman.”

“No.” You match his steps with an unyielding defiance despite his overwhelming strength in Martial Arts against your basic self defense techniques. "I'll pin you down if I have to."

Garou let out a hearty laugh. "Maybe I'll pin you down, and teach you a lesson. Now, go home before I actually do it."

“Not until you tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Damn you're an obstinate one.” Garou grins as he scoops you up, and tosses you over his broad shoulder.” He smacks your butt several times, causing you to yelp with each sting of his hand. “Even if it's more fun this way, I really need you to listen.”

Thrashing against his shoulder, you scream, and smack his butt as hard as you can. “Garou, stop it! That shit hurts!” Your butt felt as if it were on fire, soothed a little by his hand rubbing it. He set you back on your feet, and you narrow your eyes while rubbing your tender backside. “Ass. That was so uncalled for.”

Garou gives a toothy grin, and lifts your chin with one finger. “When I'm done hunting the last of the S class heroes, I'll tell you everything you want to know.” His kisses your cheek. “But don't follow me or you'll end up getting killed.”

“Look here,.'” You slap his hand away while still rubbing your butt. “You aren't my dad, you asshole.”

He shrugs. “You're right, I'm not.” A devilish grins spreads across his face. “I like what you wrote in your journal much more. Daddy, was it? I wonder what that would sound like coming out of your mouth.” He licks his lips.

Covering your mouth, you glare at him as warmth engulfs your cheeks now realizing what entry in your journal he read. “You...You....” You gave him the middle finger.

Winking, he walks past you. “Another time.” He waves you off, and sprints out of your view leaving a swirl of dust, and dirt in his departure.

Crossing your arms, you growl, and roll your eyes. “That....Eugh, he freaking got me again. One of these days I swear... I'll squeeze it out of him.” Provocative details of Garou written in your journal replayed in your mind associated with your latest statement. Shaking your head, you smack your cheeks as the fantasy disperses. “Why brain, why?!” You scream, heading in the opposite direction of the monstrous Centipede destroying the city. “I'll go home for now, stupid Garou.”