Tap! Tap! Tap!

Dull green eyes stared at the computer screen, the lack of sleep evident in the sunken bags that lined her eyes.

Taking a hand away from her vicious typing, the sleep deprived Vera groped for a cracked coffee mug, still staring intently at the document. Coming short multiple times, she finally lifted her gaze and grabbed hold of the cup, attempting to chug down the contents.

Again, she turned back to the massive computer screen.

When no liquid hit her mouth, her eyes trailed upwards to the inside of the coffee container. It was empty.

Vera's face turned sour, realizing in order to get more of her delicious drug she would need to go in the kitchen and leave her warm cocoon of blankets that offered protection from the freezing temperature of the room she occupied.

With another final word, Vera struggled to break free of her cocoon.

She fell to the ground during the battle, letting out a soft huff. The woman glared at the ground for a moment, angry at everything and nothing.

She craned her neck to look at an alarm clock next to her computer. 3 a.m.

Sighing softly, she wriggled out of the bundle. Standing up and stretching, she received multiple satisfying pops.

Returning the blankets on her large office chair, the black-haired girl rubbed her eyes and looked at her desk. It was covered in discarded reports and articles, various piles from other sleepless nights in ordered towers. A few sheets had fallen on the floor, and she recognized one of them as an article she had started on the S-Class Demon Cyborg, but due to little knowledge of him she had to scrap it.

She picked up a fallen sheet of paper and set it on the nearest pile, resulting in the unstable tower to fall over, specifically on her.

She sniffed in annoyance, bending down to clean up her mess, receiving another crack from her back.

With the tower reformed,she stumbled into the kitchen, groping for the light switch. Finding the plastic switch, she turned the light on but shielded her eyes from the sudden brightness that contrasted from her dimly lit office.

As she made her coffee, her mind wandered to her new found subject, Saitama or otherwise known as Caped Baldy. She had planned to move in to fully observe and write an amazing and fabulous article on him, but after 15 minutes of sitting in the cramped apartment and Genos's intense stare boring into her back she decided to return to her own nice and spacy apartment. That was yesterday, and decided to finish an a story cover on the sea creature attack a week before its deadline so she would have time to learn more about the supposed fraud.

Filling her cup to the top, though stopping right below the crack, she sauntered out back to her office, but not before turning the room dark again.

The green-eyed girl hopped back onto her chair, and after tipping over, recreated her nest of blankets.

Taking a gulp of the dark liquid, she continued typing until the sound of her phone vibrating caught her attention. Taking another sip, she set down the mug and searched through various papers before finding it.

Vera frowned at the unknown number, who could be calling her, and at this hour?

"Hello?"

"Ah! I didn't know if you would be awake."

Despite the familiarity, Vera could not place the caller.

"I apologize, but who is this?"

"Saitama."

Oh, him.

"What do you want?" Maybe he had changed his mind about letting her interview him. She scowled, it better not be that otherwise her boss would strangle her.

Ignoring her rude tone, he did not miss a beat answering.

"I was going monster hunting tomorrow to meet my quota. You said you wanted to see me fight a monster, remember?"

Hah! As if Vera would forget (She actually did), before she had stormed out she had ordered him to take her with him next time he planned on fighting a monster.

Her grumpy mood gone, her scowl turned into a bright grin.

"Yes, yes! Perfect! I shall meet you tomorrow, I'll drive, yes?"

He answered with a hesitant okay at her enthusiasm, and she gave him directions to her favorite cafe to meet at in City W before hanging up.

With an ecstatic yell of triumph at her progress, she squealed and leaned back.

And tipped over.

Saitama decided he would never again agree to letting Vera drive.

The small vehicle whipped around corners and went all too fast for his liking, and he would be certain they would be pulled over if it wasn't for the lack of actual humans in the city.

Gazing out the window at the destroyed city filled with crumbled buildings and wrecked cars, he thought back to the earlier monster alert. Apparently, a giant underground worm was ravaging the city and no S-Class heroes were available because, according to Vera, they were either too lazy or 'a bunch of shits'.

Looking at the woman, who always seemed to have an annoyed expression, he wondered where she had gotten the money she had BRIBED paid him with.

Maybe she stole it from a bank and was a villain. But, after looking at her bracelet that was decorated with charms of cats, he decided that was not the case.

He opened to ask her, but before a single sound came out she had suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Vera screamed and closed her eyes, and he realized that the tire had been caught on a large piece of rubble from one of the debris that covered the streets. The car lurched forward and threatened to tip onto it's top, but before it could he found himself unbuckling and calmy opening the passenger's door.

The car suddenly stopped.

Vera hesitantly opened her eyes and her jaw dropped at the sight of Saitama stopping the car from lurching forward by putting his gloved hand on the front of the small vehicle.

The back tires slammed back on the ground, and Vera sat in the driver's seat with her eyes wide and fingers still clamped onto the steering wheel. The front of the car was dented and almost completely caved in.

Saitama took his hand off and brushed invisible dust off the red glove.

Ignoring her state of shock, he walked forward, continuing their path to find the monster.

After a moment of her gaping like a fish, she followed his lead and hopped out the door. Stumbling a bit from her jelly legs, she joined the bald man in staring at strange sight.

Before the duo laid a gaping tunnel that Saitama bet he could fit a whole town in. He could not see the bottom, instead there was a black abyss.

"The worm." Vera said, even though both of them already knew.

After observing it for a minute, she spun around, walking back to the severely dented vehicle.

Saitama stayed, gawking at the pit. Wishing he had a camera so he could show Genos the tunnel, he too spun on his heel and walked briskly back to the short girl.

At the sound of his approach she looked up and sighed, standing up and placing her hands on her hips.

"How'd you do that?" She asked accusingly. "Like, stop the car."

He opened his mouth, and instead of Vera slamming on the breaks, a loud roar interrupted him.

His eyebrow twitched at the second interruption, and he turned back around, watching as the monster they were looking for emerged from the tunnel.

Saitama thought it looked like a worm, but he did not think regular worms were the size of skyscrapers and had rows upon rows of razor teeth.

Vera squealed and took a step back, and he sighed, rubbing a hand through his nonexistent hair.

The monster reared up as he approached the tunnel and lunged at him, but he counteracted with a nonchalant punch.

The worm exploded as soon as his knuckles made contact with the slimy skin, a rain of flesh chunks and guts.

Vera gaped, Saitama poked a chunk with his foot, and the flesh stunk.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"