Genos x OC

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Obsessive Tendencies And A Grocery Run

"And master! Umiko's creativity is unbelievable! She took parts from old boats and created an airborne floatation device, it's amazing. She is a bright young lady." Genos praised as he did dishes inside the tiny apartment kitchen he shared with Saitama.

Saitama just mentally groaned. This was the sixth time he had ranted about Umiko, and it was driving him crazy. The bald hero fully understood that Genos had a crush, but goddamn, as far as Saitama was concerned, he never acted like this.

"I managed to take notes when I arrived home, as you see over on the table." Genos pointed out, five thick notebooks filled to the brim with facts he had memorized of the girl.

"Yeah... obsessive much?" Saitama quipped, awkwardly joking as he lifted a page from one of the journals, accidentally finding a page with Umiko sketched on there with an almost photorealistic quality, only for the smudge of graphite pencil to break the illusion.

"I'm not obsessive. I simply want to... fully understand what she is capable of." Genos rebutted, awkwardly looking off to the side.

"I see..." Saitama trailed off, wanting to change the subject.

Luckily for Saitama, Genos did for him. "Master, I feel like I am... not strong enough. After the Deep Sea King attacked, I feel as if simply upgrading my body to be immune to acid is not enough." Genos changed the subject from his Umiko.

Ah, shit.

If there was one thing that Saitama was thankful for, it was Genos's crush on Umiko. It distracted the cyborg from pestering him about literally anything. When Genos wasn't around Umiko, he would've been over-analyzing  everything Saitama did, Genos once stealing the best fry from his plate when he wasn't looking, to "investigate" his diet to see if his diet was the secret to unlocking his strength.

it was the best fry too.

But when Genos was around the girl, he was quiet and meek, shyer too. He wasn't nearly as blunt, but still blunt.

Saitama needed to think, trying to figure out what the fuck to say to Genos. What would he say? He had nothing to say to Genos! His entire thing was strength training, and Genos was the walking embodiment of the Tin Man, metal and wires! Genos wasn't going to gain anything from him!

"Ah, I see." Saitama began, stroking his chin.   "It appears that physical strength is something you are not concerned about, Genos." Stated Saitama.

Crap, what is he even saying?

"You need to focus on your mental strength, strengthen the mind, strengthen the body." Saitama got up, beginning to put his bright red boots on.

Genos pondered his words, setting the last perfectly cleaned dish in the dish rack beside the sink, the water now shut off.

"I see, Sensei. I completely understand what you are saying. I must make my mind stronger to progress! Thank you, Sensei." Genos nodded in reply.

Saitama began to walk out the door. "Get strong, Genos. Reach the top ten of S-Class, and you shall continue your training." Saitama flicked his white cape behind him as he made a dramatic exit, the front door swinging shut.

'He actually bought it!' Saitama exhaled, his thoughts calming down now that he was able to get Genos to focus on a goal that could keep him busy enough to come up with SOMETHING to teach Genos.

Saitama spent most of the day shopping and on the hunt to fill his weekly quota. It was probably around sunset when he got back to his apartment.

Unlocking his door, his bags swapped to the other hand as he pushed the door open, expecting to find Genos studying up on whatever it is a teenage cyborg studies nowadays.

But instead, he found something that didn't surprise him at all.

Genos must've gotten bored, or lonely, and had snatched Umiko up from her job. Hell, she still had on the convenience store uniform she wore for work.

The two teenagers were sat up in the corner, Umiko sat on Genos's lap in almost a sort of bridal carry, her head resting on his chest, Genos holding onto Umiko by her waist. Teenagers in love. 'God, those two are so weird.' Saitama thought, yawning for no particular reason.

Saitama sighed, shutting the door behind him.

How much more was Umiko going to get taken to his apartment like this? The thing Saitama probably feared most in this moment was Umiko moving in after Genos.
Genos was a handful all by himself, but add in the girl that causes him to malfunction and shut down jn the hypothetical equation?

Saitama didn't want to think about it, really.

The caped baldy silently tip-toed over to the sleeping pair, taking note of a few things. Umiko's lip gloss was smeared off her face, and onto the blonde cyborg's face all over in the form of kisses, a few of the buttons on Genos' shirt undid, and a panel of his arm opened up, a few wires poking out here and there. What were they doing?

Saitama observed that there was a possibility that Umiko and Genos may have been trying to hide, but got sleepy trying to, or they were too... distracted. Genos' shirt was barely on, and his hair was all messed up, with nude pink lipstick smeared all over his face, evident of kisses peppered all over Genos's pale face. It was clear he had a good time. Umiko's hair was all messed up, her makeup ruined too, which yet somehow still looked perfect too. Saitama wondered how the hell one would even put on makeup so perfectly in the first place?

"Ew." Saitama cringed aloud at the thought of that, he couldn't picture those two teenagers he still viewed as little children like that.

Saitama sighed, placing his groceries in the fridge. He'll organize it later.

The bald man pulled the blanket off of Genos' futon, placing it gently on top of the two, covering them completely.

"Kids these days... they'll drive me crazy." Saitama muttered as he sat and laid down on his own futon, pulling the blanket over his head, attempting to go to sleep like Mr. and Mrs. Lovebird over there.

Saitama fell asleep after a while, as it was pretty late in the night.

'Kids in this day and age, with their silly romances. I bet they'll deny it too.' Saitama thought as he finally began to rest.

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