Hello everyone. I had a dream that featured this premise and I decided to transfer it to the OPM world because I imagined it would fit well. I plan on keeping the chapters short so I can keep a semi-regular schedule. I hope you will enjoy it but I do have some opening notes. While there are relationships in this story they are not the primary focus. I will keep you guessing as to what they actually are hopefully. I hope I planted enough questions in the first chapter to pique your interest.

Saitama`s awakening was sudden like a kick in the stomach. The last thing he remembered was fighting a monster in city A. And even that he only remembered vaguely. He was certainly unsure how he wound up in a strange room wearing clothes he had never seen before. He slowly got up trying to assess the room. And he felt strange. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but he felt heavier. "What is this place?" he asked himself. There was a pair of pants hanging off a chair, which he cautiously put on. He put on a nearby pair of shoes and left the room. He walked into a familiar hallway reminding him off the hero association headquarters. But in a way it was different. Not quite the same as he remembered. As he walked he couldn't shake the feeling that it was, in fact, the headquarters. He walked passed several doors which could not be opened until he finally came upon another person. "Mountain Ape," he yelled out. The person looked confused as he turned towards him. And then he looked scared. "Master Saitama," he said. "What are you doing out of bed?" Saitama looked at him and asked. "Was I supposed to stay in bed?" Now he looked really scared. "You know she doesn't like it when..." he was interrupted before he could finish his sentence. Another person appeared from behind Mountain Ape. "You were supposed to be tending to the monster," he said. "What are you doing talking to him?" Now Saitama was the one confused. "Monster? There is a monster?" he asked. He was told to mind his business by the new arrival. "She is waiting for you," he added. Saitama, however, had no idea who or what was waiting on him. "Who is," he asked. His question was answered immediately by a punch to the stomach. And most shockingly of all… he felt it. In fact, it floored him. "Don't want to damage the face," the man added. "What exactly, was going on," wondered Saitama. He hadn't felt pain in a long time and now he was on the floor in a great amount of it. "Get going," said the man. They both left shortly after.

Saitama picked himself up from the floor. He still had no idea where he was going but he knew one thing. His powers were gone. If they weren't, nothing could hurt him like that. For a second he was extremely excited. And then he was scared.

He wandered around aimlessly until someone tapped him on his shoulder. "Mr. Saitama? She is really mad. Please hurry." He turned around to see a woman, pale from fear. Or maybe she was just pale. He couldn't tell. "Follow me," she said as she turned around. Having no other path in mind he followed the woman to a large hall. The biggest he had ever seen. It was full of people in black suits as far as the eye could see. He was being guided towards a statue in the center. Just now he noticed that it was a throne. And that the hall was, in fact, a throne room. "Just like in the manga," he said to himself. Sitting on it was a slender woman with short dark-green hair and light green eyes. She rose from her chair slowly and with dignity. "My love," she exhaled as she walked towards him. Saitama cringed as she did so. She kissed him once on every cheek and stood there when he didn't return the gesture. "What is wrong," she asked. "Do you not like my anymore lover?" Her words sounded sweet but there was a sense of threat to it. In his current condition, she was a dangerous foe. "No, it's just," he replied. "I slept poorly." She looked at him with genuine concern. Or at least it felt that way. "You poor thing," she said. "Come sit by my side," she said as she offered the smaller chair next to her own. He sat down and waited a few moments. He turned to her. "Fubuki, what is going on? She looked at him with a glare nobody else could see. "That's my queen to you. Don't get too familiar." He paused for a second. "Queen? When did that happen?" She rose quickly. "My friends. My lover is tired. Please excuse me." She dragged him softly behind her. It felt like a long walk before they finally stopped at a secluded area. He saw a familiar blue glow. "Talk to me that way in public again and I will end you. I don't care if it's you." He believed her. And yet he asked. "Where am I? How did I get here?" She surprised him with a laugh. "You are so funny." She escorted him back to his room. "I will call you when I have need of you again lover." Saitama sat down alone on his bed and for the first time in a long time felt worried about his future.

He decided that the best course of action was to play along for now. To follow her whims until he figured out what was happening. And how he got where he was. All he could remember was a flash of green.