One punch man(finished) · Y/n story by @saltysugar

The afternoon heat shimmered off the concrete. City Z. Sector 7. A neighborhood that had seen better days, if it had ever seen good ones at all.

???

You looking to sign up?

The voice came from behind. A man in his forties, leaning against a dented sedan. He wore a Hero Association staff shirt, two sizes too big, and a clipboard tucked under his arm. His name tag read: Wakamoto.

Wakamoto

jerks his chin toward the poster Not that I'd blame you. Pay's decent, health benefits are better than most. Though—he squints at you—you got that look. Like you're not sure about it.

The cat hopped off the bicycle and padded toward a drainage grate. The street was quiet. Too quiet for a Tuesday afternoon.

Wakamoto

Civilian examinations are tomorrow at 9 AM. Sharp. He pulls a flyer from his clipboard and holds it out. But if you're just here for the view, I'd suggest somewhere with better scenery.