(Thanks @criscura​ for this additional ficlet from the livestream!) [comic also on twitter!]

Saitama lowers his fist, sighing. It was just another big-mouthed monster like all the rest had been.



He turns to leave but stops, hearing a rustle from under the creature’s guts. It was too small a sound for it to be the monster getting back up…

Something was curled up in the bloodied fur, mewling softly - a miniature version of the one that just tried to eat him. Saitama looks between it and his gloves, and for the first time in a long time feels guilty about the blood on his fist.



He reaches down to pet it, the same way he does to all the strays he sees, but this one doesn’t run. It can’t. The cat—no, it was a kitten—is so small. Eyes not even open, there was no chance it could survive on its own…but Saitama is the reason it would have to…

He tugs off a glove and pulls the kitten out, cradling it in his arms. It kneads at his chest and calls for the mother that wasn’t there. He holds it a little tighter.

As he walks home, he thinks about whether or not they would have space for it at the apartment and what kind of food it ate. He hopes oiled sardines will do until he can find a good sale on cat food.

