Technical Difficulties (Oblivious!Genos X Reader)

Serving Justice

  Genos pulls you up to your feet, holding one hand and supporting your weight by grabbing your waist.

"Genos, where's the gun?" You asked, looking at the man who was put down.

"I have it with me. You don't have to worry anymore, (First).... And I got you the cilantro that you wanted." He reassured you.

"Oh, thank you. I wouldn't know what would happen without you here, Genos." You laughed a little, yet, still shaken by the experience of nearly getting killed.

"Well, I'm happy that you called out to me." He smiled.

Everyone slowly arose from the ground to see that danger has been lifted now that they see you in arms of a robot, safe and sound. Genos escorted you to walk. people around you began clapping their hands and cheered as the police came by and approached the unconscious man. The sirens were loud, which frightened you a bit.

"It's the cyborg prince!~"

"He's the real deal! The S-class hero!!"

"It's Genos!"

You looked around to see people cheering on for Genos. They seem to acknowledge his existence. You then looked up at Genos who kept a straight face, ignoring the people around the two of you.

"S-class... Hero?" You raised a brow, hoping that Genos would be familiar with that title.

"I have no idea what that means." He spoke, giving you his attention.

Soon, a couple of girls came up with papers and pens, gathering and crowding Genos.

"Genos! Can we please have your autograph?~" They squealed.

"I'm sorry ladies. My caretaker isn't in good shape. Will you please let us through?" Genos kindly replied.

"Hey! Cyborg kid!"

You turned around to see the policemen calling out for Genos.

"Yes?" He answers.

"Thanks for your help in taking this man down."

"He was a threat to my caretaker. I had to do what I had to do." Genos smiled with confidence.

  "Here's the gun." The cyborg takes the weapon out from his pocket and hands it to the police.

"Thanks, kid."   

"Oh yea, aren't you usually with some bald guy in a yellow suit?" One of them say.

Your eyes widened. Everyone seems to know Genos. Maybe they could help Genos remember.

"What are you talking about?" Genos asks with his stoic expression.

"Y'know, that scrubby lookin' bald guy?" They replied.

"Isn't he some hero wannabe?" One of the policemen commented.

"Yeah, that's that guy."

"Genos, do you remember that?" You asked.

"No. To me, it sounds a bit ridiculous." Genos shook his head. You can tell that he wasn't affected by it. Nothing seemed to click.

"I don't know who you're talking about, sir. Please excuse me and my caretaker. We'll be going now. Thank you for coming." Genos announced. Everyone looked at the cyborg teen as if he had said something so cool. He's surprisingly popular with people. Fortunately, the cashier wanted you to take whatever you have in the basket for free in exchange of taking that threatening man down. As soon as you exited the store, you told Genos you wanted to go shopping for some clothes for him. He agrees to your decision and follows you close by your side.

"I didn't think anyone would've seen a cyborg before."

"Cyborg prince. I think I've heard that name. I didn't even think anyone had ever seen me in public as well." He held the plastic bags, assuring that you don't need to hold any weight.

"Maybe it was from a website." Genos wondered.

"What did they mean when they said S-class? And for what purpose?" You thought aloud.

"Maybe construction work since I can do construction?"

"Maybe." You shrugged.


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You picked out a couple of shirts and pants that would fit Genos while shopping. You gathered many clothes to make sure it's enough for Genos to change.

"What's your favorite color?" You asked.

"I don't know." He grabs one of the sleeves of a plaid shirt.

"Just pick one out of the blue." You smiled.

"Blue."

"Did you say blue because I said blue or did that really come out of the blue?" You giggled.

"Because you said blue." He answered in honesty.

"Alright, blue it is." You grabbed a jean jacket and a white t-shirt, showing him how to wear them.

"You're gonna look like a greaser." You laughed.

"A greaser?"

"Those kind of men back in the days in America when they hid cigarettes up in their sleeves and used grease as gel to fix their hair." You explained.

"Is that a good thing?"

"The hair thing? I don't think so. But here, I want you go in that dresser room over there and try these on. I'll wait outside once you're done." You instructed him, handing him and orange and white shirt with the jean jacket.

"Understood." He nods, making his way into the dressing room.

You quickly snatched more pants and shirts and made your way to the dressing room.

"Genos?" You called out.

"I'm right over here." He says.

You tried to follow his voice, looking at the bottom to see his feet. You stopped at the door he was behind.

"Well, how's it looking?" You asked, waiting on the other side.

"Uhh...."

It was quiet for a moment before you hear the clothes rip. Feeling nervous, you told him to come out.

"What's going on in there? Are you alright?"

"My shoulders..." He unlocks the door and opens it. You see that the orange shirt that he had put on had ripped the sleeves open.

"Ohhhh that....." You covered your mouth, trying to hold back a laugh.

"You must've flexed too much, Genos."

"I did?" He raised a brow.

"Hahaa I'm just joking." You rest your hands on your knees and bent over let out the laugh.

"I like this shirt. It'll be okay, right Sensei?"

At that moment, Genos made eye contact with you as you did. The two of you paused for a moment in awkward silence.

".... Sensei?" You repeated, no longer smiling.