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Digging through the bottom of the closet was not how Saitama had planned on spending his morning.
But this was the only place he could think to look. He huffed as he tossed Genos’ extra shoes over his shoulder. It was ridiculous! And, of course, his cyborg roommate was nowhere to be found. He sat back on his heels, rubbing at his face.
Ugh, what was he gonna do?
They were supposed to go on patrol today and he really hated not doing it in costume, after all, he might get recognized or, more likely, his actual clothes might get ruined and while the suit could be repaired, most of his clothing could not.
Hell, he only still had the track suit by the grace of God.
He knew Genos hadn’t taken it for cleaning...it had just been washed and he’d just finished patching a hole in the cape. No it should be in the closet.
Saitama went into the bathroom, seeing if it was hanging in there to get the wrinkles out using the shower steam. It didn’t seem like it though, no shock of yellow anywhere. It wasn’t like the apartment was big at all!
He sat on the ground, tapping his chin in thought, retracing his steps. He’d woken up, eaten the breakfast Genos had made, then the cyborg had given him a kiss goodbye before Saitama had headed out to get the groceries. Then Genos had texted him, saying he had to go out and he’d meet him for patrol in about two hours…
Then one or two dead monsters, then he’d come home and washed up.
Well...Genos should be back soon, right?”
Flopping back on the ground, the hero pouted at the ceiling. Where in the hell was his costume? It was really starting to fill him up with more than a little bit of irritation. God…
He must have been stewing for awhile, because he heard the front door open and close. “Genos?” he called out, not lifting his head, “Genos my costume is missing.” Saitama just stayed on the ground, trying to think it over. He barely noticed the shift in air as Genos came to stand over him, something brushing the tips of his toes.
“Gen…”
Oh.
Oh .
Genos was wearing his suit. Genos was wearing his suit and he looked...he looked…
Saitama broke into guffaws, laughing loudly as his boyfriend started to blush.
“Genos,” he chuckled, sitting up and leaning his head on his lover’s knee, “what are you doing?”
Genos, for his part, pouted a bit.
“I was...in a rush before I left,” the cyborg said, “and I grabbed the first thing I could...because I still had my housework arms on, it didn’t stretch. I don’t appreciate the laughing, sensei.” The pouting made Saitama smile a bit, pulling himself up to kiss his nose.
“I’m sorry Genos,” he teased, snickering, “it’s just such a weird picture. I like you better in your own clothes.”
Genos blushed again, giving him a gentle shove, eyes darting to the side.
“I prefer you in no clothes, sensei.”
“Genos! It’s the middle of the day!”