There wasn't much time left before New Year's Eve.

Now that Saitama thought about it, this year had been the most hectic and eventful one in his life so far.

From meeting Genos and joining the Hero Association to meeting various "colorful" characters and discovering your powers, it's been quite the hectic year.

Sure, his life wasn't really that peaceful to begin with ever since he donned the yellow suit, but it was still relatively peaceful as compared to how it was now. Looking back on everything that has happened since then, would he be willing to change anything?

"Watch carefully, Genos. Make sure to cut the spinach about two inches long" You instructed the teenage cyborg without ever turning your attention away the task at hand.

"I see...Must the spinach be cut at exactly two inches or is there room for any alterations?" Genos, the ever-ready boy scout that he is, had his pencil and notebook ready as he wrote down every word you uttered as if they were God's gospel.

At the moment you were teaching him how to make soba noodles. Eating soba during New Year's Eve was a little tradition you've been doing for several years now.

Saitama's eyes softened as you took the blonde's hands, startling him into dropping his stationery and placing them on knife and a mushroom, instructing him first-hand how to prepare each ingredient. Truth be told, he found Genos a little bit annoying when he first started hanging around them, inadvertently lessening his private time with his wife, but he'd be a liar if he said that the boy didn't grow on him.

Albeit despite their less than stellar beginning...

"What kind of parts do you use, sensei?"

"I don't use any"

"Then what about the skin-colored armor on your head?"

"Yeah, that's my skin"

"But that would mean you're bald despite being so young"

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"So I'm bald—What's your problem?!?!"

Their first official meeting could have gone much better.

It takes a special kind of person to insult the person they were begging to become their teacher on the first official meeting.

As much as he wanted to be rid of the interloper at first, he was already too late because you decided to keep the little toaster and god knows that it will be a cold day in hell before he could go against you when it came to "family" matters.

While his life may not be what he initially envisioned it to be...Saitama wouldn't trade it for the world.

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OMAKE

"-ai! Sai! Saitama! Do you want some soba or should I just give your portion to Genos?" Your shout broke him from his thoughts, normally dead fish eyes widening comically as you deliberately slowly held out HIS bowl of steaming soba towards the teen.

Apparently, his sudden bout of introspection took longer than he thought.

"H-Hey! Hold your horses, dammit! I was just thinking!"

With speed that you were already quite used to seeing, the piping hot bowl seemed to magically disappear from your hands and appeared in the grasp of your husband.

"That better be me you were thinking about though or else I'll become REALLY jealous~" The poorly hidden threat in your voice shook him to his core, nearly causing him to drop the hot bowl.

"O-Of course, dear..."