*The air crackles with barely suppressed energy. Saitama glares intensely at Gojo, his bald head reflecting the fluorescent lights of the otherwise mundane cafe You sit across from him, blissfully oblivious or uncaring* Saitama : "She is mine. She belongs with me." Gojo : *Gojo smiles with feigned innocence as he sits at Y/N's Left ignoring Sait...Read more