Genos x OC

Chapter Twenty Five: Drunk Ramblings

Genos knew good and damn well they were both drunk. But he didn't care. He didn't give two flying fucks, really. He was feeling woozy, shit was blurry and the only thing in his field of vision that was clear was Umiko's face.

God, her beautiful face. Round, chubby cheeks, bright blue eyes that almost glowed, her smooth, gorgeous dark skin, and those three white little dots underneath her eyes that had hinted to her mother's monster-genes... all of her face reminded him of perfection.

"So beautiful." Genos whispered as he reluctantly pulled away from her lips. "So beautiful..." he repeated, his cold, bulky metal hand cupping her right cheek. He looked dumbfounded, shocked at the fact that Umiko would kiss him.

Lost in his own thought, he felt Umiko rest her head on his chest, the temple of her head laying right above his core. She let out a pleased sigh, her lips smiling with a blissful look.

Snapping out of his small trance, he cleared his throat. "Thank you.... For indulging in my selfish request, Umiko." Genos spoke, awkwardly taking a step back. "I should go. I'm drink- drunk. And so are you, I don't want to say or- or do anything that we would both regret." He sighed.

Umiko blinked twice in surprise. "Are you sure? I'd be okay if you wanted to stay tonight. I mean, if you wanted to stay the night, of course! I'm not the kinda girl to try and do anything of course-" Umiko giggled bashfully, trying to sound as sober as she could, which was incredibly hard.

"What.... What would drunk people normally do? I don't think I've ever been so... inhebri- inebriated before tonight." Genos stuttered out.

"Wo-ow! You gotta be really drunk to not talk right." She laughed, swaying to the side a little, the wine she consumed very obviously taking its toll on her lightweight ass. But to be truthful, so was Genos. He was going to see if Dr. Kuseno would be willing to implant something that could help with his lightweight ass.

"I suppose so." Genos replied, reaching his hand out to Umiko's waist to stabilize her as she stumbled. "Careful." Genos whispered.

The two stared at each other for a moment, almost as if there was nobody else in the world but them.

"Umiko, I-" Genos began only to be cut off by a familiar voice.

The bald man, wearing his usual hero suit, the yellow jumpsuit with the red boots and gloves and white cape. He appeared to have just come back from looking for any crime, patrolling, really.

"Oh, you two are back sooner than I thought. It's like Eight-Thirty!" Saitama laughed, walking up to the two, ruffling Genos's perfect blonde hair.

"Eight... Thirty?" Genos asked, mildly confused.

"Well, yeah- wait a minute, you drunk? You both look a little out of it." Saitama inquired, pointing at the drunken teens. "Where'd you go? Frat party?" His teacher joked.

"No. I took her to-" Genos was cut off by a drunken Umiko.

"The Baratie!" She giggled, leaning her weight fully on Genos without a care in the world.

"Like from one peice?" Asked Saitama.

"One peice... I should watch it with Umiko sometime." Genos mumbled to himself.

"Master, I am intoxicated. I do not believe it would be wise of me to sleep in our apartment tonight. I belive it would be best if I slept at Umiko's tonight." Genos spoke to Saitama, smoothing Umiko's curled hair with his cold, metal, bulky hand.

"You sure? Alright then. Just uh, don't do anything stupid, alright?" Saitama held a thumbs up, beginning to ascend the steps to the second floor, waving good night to the two.