Saitama blinked. He stared at Koneko, who was now looking at him like he had just shattered her entire worldview.
"Uh... yeah? It's gone. Pretty cool, right?" He forced a grin, striking a confident pose.
Koneko sniffled again, her cat-like ears twitching slightly. "But... I liked your bald head..."
Saitama froze.
The room was silent for a few seconds before he slowly placed a hand on his new, magnificent wig, as if shielding it from harm. "...What?"
Koneko rubbed her eyes and pouted. "It was... unique."
Saitama gulped. "Koneko. Are you saying that after seventeen years of suffering, after all the women who rejected me because of this—" He pointed dramatically at his once-shiny dome. "—you're telling me I should keet it?!"
Koneko nodded. "It suits you."
"It doesn't suit me!", Saitama retorted in a loud voice.
"But it does..."
"You've gotta be kidding me..." Saitama slumped into his chair, feeling speechless.
Koneko hesitated, then quitely walked up to him. After a brief pause, she reached out and plucked the wig off his head.
Well atleast she tried to.
After all the special custom made wig was powerful enough to withstand 5% of his strength.
There was a reason he was poor!
All his saved up funds went into making this thing!
Koneko furrowed her brows and tried to pull the wig but this time with full force.
Unfortunately it was of no use.
"Can you stop?", Saitama asked in a tired voice.
"No! I'll bring bald head back!"
"Why? I dont like the bald head!"
"I do!", Koneko protested with a pouton her face.
'But you're flat!', Saitama shouted in his mind.
Using both of her hands, Koneko kept relying to pull off the wig.
Alas she wasn't strong enough to do it.
Loosing her balance, Koneko fell on her back, ignoring the pain she looked at Saitama's wig with big drops of tears in her eyes.
Saitama looked away from her.
Koneko got back on her feet then deliberately came before him, with that tearful expression.
Seeing her act, Saitama barely controlled the corners of his mouth from twitching, using his hand he removed the wig after her relentless efforts.
Seeing the bald head return, Koneko's eyes sparkled as she cheered.
"Welcome back!"
"...."
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The Next Day.
Kuoh Academy.
Saitama stood outside the academy gates, making final adjustments to his wig. His transformation was absolute.
Without the wig: A boiled egg.
With the wig: A top-tier anime protagonist.
His previously blank expression now carried an effortless coolness. His once plain features were now striking, his eyes intense, his jawline sharp.
He looked like the type of guy who would walk into class and instantly get a harem!
Or so he thinks.....
"This… this is the power of hair." Saitama said, feeling the silky strands on his head.
With newfound confidence, he strode into Kuoh Academy, blending in perfectly with the students.
Then suddenly—
"Hey! Transfer student!"
A loud, aggressive voice cut through the hallway.
Saitama turned, already knowing where this was going. A muscular third-year with spiky hair was approaching him, cracking his knuckles with a cocky grin.
The crowd murmured.
"That's Moriyama, the third-year delinquent!"
"He picks a fight with every new transfer student!"
Saitama though internally: 'Who is this weakling?'
Moriyama smirked. "I don't like how you're acting all cool on your first day."
Saitama frowned. "Huh? I'm just walking, though."
"Exactly. You're too calm. That pisses me off!"
Saitama just stared at him, deadpan. "…what is wrong with you?"
The crowd gasped.
Moriyama scowled. "Big mouth, huh? Let's see if you're still talking after this!"
He threw a punch straight at Saitama's face.
*Thwack!*
Saitama easily caught it.
Moriyama's confident smirk froze. He tried to pull his hand back. It didn't budge. It was like hitting a mountain.
"W-What the hell?!"
Saitama gave him a blank look.
Moriyama growled and tried to throw another punch with his free hand—
But before he could, Saitama casually flicked his wrist, lightly tossing Moriyama aside.
*BOOM!*
The delinquent soared several meters, crashing into a row of lockers with a loud metallic clang before slumping to the ground in a dazed heap.
The entire hallway went dead silent.
Students stood frozen, eyes wide, jaws slack.
Saitama dusted off his uniform, then made his way forward.
Someone finally whispered.
"What the hell was that??"
The crowd burst out in murmurs.
On the upper level of the building, two girls observed the scene with intrigue. One had crimson-red hair, her sharp blue eyes fixated on the transfer student. The other, a beauty with long black hair tied in a ponytail, had an amused but curious expression.
"A human?" the redhead mused as she watched Saitama's retreating figure. "I don't sense any mana or special energy from him."
"Neither do I," the dark-haired girl agreed. "By all means, he should be just a normal human, but…" She trailed off, narrowing her eyes in thought.
There was something oddly familiar about him.
The redhead tapped her chin. "Perhaps he's in possession of a sacred treasure? That could explain his strength. A normal human shouldn't be capable of something like that."
The dark-haired girl smiled playfully. "Would you like me to do a background check?"
"Yes, Akeno. Let's see what we can find out about our new classmate."