Saitama was in hurry. He moved so fast, like a bullet looking for a target, the pedestrians could barely see anything but a figure moving through the streets of H-City. The reason for the hero's haste, as reflected in his slightly worried expression, was that he was running late. That brat, Tatsumaki, would be pestering him all month if he missed that date with her.
Saitama arrived at the foot of the building where the meeting had been arranged. A massive skyscraper! Reaching it's last floor from ground level would most likely take more than an hour. Agh! Saitama had no patience, and Tatsumaki had even less. He just wanted it to be over with so he could go home and eat ramen or play video games. He couldn't remember why he agreed to be there in the first place!
With no time to waste, the hero kept running, gathering momentum and moving at such a high speed that he began to climb up the vertical surface of the skyscraper itself, his speed causing the building's glass to shatter. Fortunately, he was too fast for anyone to notice that he was the one who had caused so much mayhem, and as a bonus, he made it to the terrace in record time.
Correction, he thought he had arrived at the terrace in record time, because when he finally stopped, Saitama spotted a raged Tatsumaki up there. The girl, much shorter and more jovial than him despite being three years older, walked briskly toward him, clenching both hands into angry fists.
"You stupid bonehead! I told you to be here at 1:40, and it's already 1:42! Two minutes late! TWO MINUTES! That is unacceptable! How do you want to become a professional hero if you can't even be on time for a date?! Is your lack of hair due to the magnitude of your negligence? Plus..." She began to rant, wagging her finger in his direction as if she were some kind of angry teacher. She went on and on and on, until Saitama's head began to hurt, and he became even more irritated by the situation he was in. Had he left his home for that? Oh no, he was going to make the trip worthwhile, at least for him.
Saitama grabbed Tatsumaki around the waist and pushed her up against the ledge of the terrace, her bums facing in his direction. The girl was still bickering when she noticed she had appeared in a different position. She paused for a (very welcome) millisecond when her face turned as red as a tomato, and then resumed her screaming even louder than usual.
"LET ME GO, YOU WRETCH! IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK WITH 'ROMANTIC ENCOUNTER'? I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A DISGUSTING PERVERT WHO NEVER MISSED AN OPPORTUNITY TO..." Saitama simply stared hungrily at the round globes of Tatsumaki's buttocks. He felt himself getting hard between his thighs. Arousal started coursing through his veins like molten lava; Saitama's cock throbbing beneath his pants, straining to escape their grasp. In a swift motion,