Debts

Ch. 8

Garou woke up to Genos, the cyborg lightly shaking him, and soon handing him a tray of breakfast.
"Sensei had told me what had happened. I am glad you're okay," the cyborg told with a light bow.
"Uh. Thanks," Garou replied, having the tray set over his lap for him and Genos returning to do whatever it was he was doing.
It didn't take long before both Genos and Saitama left to do whatever they planned on doing, the two putting Garou on temporary house arrest. 
Garou sighed, folding the laundry. There wasn't much to do besides do chores, which he was already almost done with. He had already finished all of the manga and books Saitama had, was already bored of watching TV and had finished watching the movie King had recommended again.
Garou folded the last shirt, picking the basket up and placing it in the usual spot, looking over to spot Saitama's most worn article of clothing, his Oppai hoodie. The hoodie he had lent him when they went out shopping together. He remembered how it smelt nice.
Garou didn't think and grabbed it, placing it close to his face, getting a whiff of Saitama's natural musk. And oh god was it pleasant. Garou thought, closing his eyes and just burrying himself. He wasn't thinking. He blamed it on the boredom.
He jumped and dropped the hoodie when he heard the door open, feeling the tips of his ears burn.
"Oh hey," Saitama greeted. "Oh! You folded laundry? Thanks!" Garou waved his thanks away, sitting down.

The next incident was not that long after, this time with his hero suit, when he was supposed to be doing laundry. Both Genos and Saitama were out shopping. Which usually took them a couple hours before getting home, and he couldn't stop himself before the article of clothing was at his nose.
He finally found the strength to pull it away, quickly stuffing it into the washer before he could shove his face in it again.
He had no idea what had gotten over him.

When Saitama made it home, Genos and Garou where already in bed, Saitama's futon already made. He hummed, looking in the fridge for a quick snack before settling on a simple banana.
When he left the kitchen he froze, looking over at the sleeping figure of Garou.
He was squirming in his sleep. His hands gripping his pillow and his exposed toes curling. His eyes were closed tightly and his brows were knit close and panting.
Then he heard it again. A cute, begging whimper.
Oh my God. Saitama thought, he could feel his mouth dry, and his boxers starting to feel tight at the sight and sounds, just barely crushing the fruit in his hand.
"Oh, hello, Sensei," Genos greeted quietly. Saitama jumped, looking at him. "Sorry," the blonde looked over at Garou. "My scans show arousal," he looked back at him, a familiar roll of his pupils.
"You're recording him?!" He whispered, throwing the mutilated banana away.
"Figured it'd be useful," Saitama gawked at him. "Blackmail,"
"You better stop, okay. I think something like this is over the top for blackmail," Genos hummed, nodding, looking away in shame.
Saitama sighed, crawling underneath the covers, listening. And they stayed like that, listening as Garou kept dreaming. Saitama trying to ignore the hard on underneath his covers and Garou's whimpers for release.
It wasn't long before Garou started to quiet down, his breathing slowly going to normal. 
Saitama sighed, lifting his covers and seeing a familiar wet stain.
All of that from just listening.
What a gross old man he was.

Genos opened his eyes as he heard Saitama walking back over, crawling back underneath the covers of his futon. He felt a lil bad for disobeying Saitama's order to stop recording, but he figured after time he'd forgive him. At least he hoped. That is if it ever was needed.

Garou woke up groggy and covered in sweat, quickly uncovering himself woth the covers and standing up, walking into the kitchen. Genos stood cooking breakfast on the stove.
"Mornin," Garou greeted with a yawn, Genos merely looked at him, down, then back up, a brow raised.
"Ah!" A voice cried, Garou tensing when a pair of arms wrapped around around his waist, dragging him into the hall. "Go take a shower, and just throw those in the laundry basket. I'll get you a pair of clean ones," Garou looked over at the bald hero, confused. He only pointed down, making Garou look down, and his entire face imediately burned.
Oh god. He could only think.
"Hey hey hey," Saitama pulled him out of his thoughts. "Don't worry. It happens to the best of us at least once," he tried to give a small smile. "Now just do as I told you. I'll handle the rest," Garou merely nodded, not even needing a push to enter the restroom.

Saitama felt bad. Really bad. He should've changed him before he saw, but then that'd bring up more questions and he'd have to explain anyways, and might even make it worse. 
The poor kid.
Not only did he just get embarrassed, but Saitama wanted to see it all again. 
He felt guilty.
Like he was responsible for what happened.
And he felt worse when he had hoped he had caused it.

After a few minutes Garou came out, a towel wrapped around his waist. Saitama couldn't help but to stare as he handed the blonde a clean pair of clothes.
The look of his skin glistening from the shower, and his leg muscles were just as good as the rest of him.
"Uh. Thank you," Garou mumbled, quickly heading back into the bathroom.
Saitama was afraid he'd want to leave.
"Sensei, I have to go," Genos told. "You should come with, I could probably use your help," Saitama nodded, it'd help him think.
He didn't notice the note Genos left behind.

The monster was easily defeated. Genos called for another meeting, so Saitama took the time to go shopping. Luckily Genos spoiled him sometimes, giving him 1000 yen each week. He saved most of it for things that need repairs, but this time he had better ideas.
He wasn't even sure they'd be used. But he could only hope.
He didn't bother looking up, just entered the shop and ignored the stares. The cashiers recognized him about now, him being a regular, mostly for their manga selections in the past, now for their sex toys.
"Oh! Hello! How can I help you?" The lady smiled. This was one of those rare places where he wasn't judged.
"Uh. I'm looking for something like this?" He showed her what was on his phone. "Also things you'd think would help get a message acrossed,"
"A kinky message or a confession message?" Saitama laughed nervously.
"Uh. Both?" She smiled.
"We just got the thing for you then," 
He hoped his plan would go well.