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It had happened a lot recently. They had been out to train or just to eating out and they would get called a couple by passerbyes or store employees. Maybe not outright saying it, but they had that glint in their eyes when asking how much time they had been together or offering the couple combo food (which Saitama took anyway because you never reject a promotion).
Even at work, when fighting against monsters, the last half penguin hybrid had taken Genos and suggested that “his baldy boyfriend could rescue him”.
Saitama had smashed that thing into artic mashed potatoes and cooked him when Genos was out. He didn’t mind the gay thing, but baldy? That was just offensive
So he had started to pay attention to their relationship. It was…weird. It had been weird since the start, with Genos downright stalking before asking him to be his apprentice when he had nothing to teach.
Plus, their living arrangements. He hadn’t touched Genos’ money since he got there, his B-class hero could pay the groceries and almost inexistent rent, but the other day Genos had come with a huge flat tv screen and paid for fixing the heater and even had taken him to the movies with some half ass excuse, something about research data comparing the mainstream pop American culture heroes to Saitama.
He wasn’t a fan of overthinking stuff, but what was all that about?
“Sensei I’m home”
Saitama looked up from his usual position scratching his ass in front of the tv. Genos had a box in his arms.
“Welcome home. Oi, what’s that?” he asked a bit interested pointing the box
The cyborg looked down to the box and then back to him, and Saitama could almost see the wheels turning in his brain. Metaphorically and literally.
“Umm” said Genos, frowning to the box
“Meow”
A tiny cat emerged from the box peering from the top to Saitama with huge eyes.
“Genos is that a cat?!” he stood up in a jump, raising his voice.
“Sensei!” screamed Genos
“Genos!” he screamed back
“Sensei!”
“Are you going to explain or are we going to keep yelling?!” he yelled, getting his hands on his head “Genos we can’t have a cat here, it’s against apartment regulations; I’m not getting thrown out again!”
“Saitama sensei I’m sorry, I saw her when I was returning. Someone left her in a box, and it’s the middle of the winter. But I will leave her out again if you say so”
He turned around obediently, with the box in his arms. Saitama gaped. He couldn’t just tell him that sad story and expect him to be okay with throwing the kitty again, which meowed pitifully from the box.
“Genos, wait”
“Sensei?”
“You call me that far too much” he sighed, walking over and looking at the animal. She was reddish and had white mittens and ears and backed up shyly when he reached to pet her “Leave her. It’s still against the rules, but it’s not like the landlord has come to check in the past few months”
He had the nasty suspicion the landlord had been eaten by something, but he would still pay rent in time, just in case.
Genos face illuminated in a way that made him suspect an inner circuit lighting function
“Yes, sensei!”
* * *
So they had gotten a cat. Which had been named Cat, which was English for Cat because neither he nor Genos had a creative imagination to name things so it would had to do.
“Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist!”
They were invited as guests to Silver Fang’s dojo. He finally had recruited new students after the Garou debacle, and had Charanko helped him with a demonstration. Saitama had agreed, of course because Silver Fang was a friend, and after the demonstration there would be a curry and rice for everyone.
Free.
So he sat there next to Genos, thinking about the new discount prices on the store near home and watching the punching technique, when he felt a soft thump on his back. Turning his head he saw Cat trying to climb his back so he smiled. He had been afraid of it being Sonic. His touches were the same intensity.
“No, I told you to stay inside the backpack!”
Genos stood up taking Cat and raising her to eye-level so he could scold her like a worried mother
“Why was she in the backpack anyway?” he asked, to which Genos made a guilty face
“She would feel alone at home, sorry sensei” he mumbled, getting the purring kitty against his chest
Saitama just smiled. “It’s okay. Our kid can enjoy the curry too, right Silver Fang?”
Silver Fang nodded.
Charanko sneezed mumbling something about cat allergy. No one paid attention to him.
* * *
“Sensei, don’t you want to go out and get ice cream? Silver Fang gave me coupons…”
He was just waking up so he squinted a bit at Genos, who was placing breakfast in his tiny and only table and sitting down. They had stayed late discussing the winner between ramen and curry and he had ended up sleeping in Genos futon. With Genos.
It was a small house.
He shook the last remnant of his sleep (something about robots dreams and electric sheep) and perked up at the word coupons, sitting up to see the papers Genos was taking out from some compartment on his arm, motioning him to let him see them. Genos gave them to him
“Couples 2x1?”
“Yes. Silver Fang is indeed a thoughtful man” said Genos to himself across the table
And while Saitama also shared the opinion and liked anyone who would give him coupons he had more urgent matters on his head “Why everyone thinks we are dating?”
“But… we are dating” said Genos looking confused
Saitama stared at him with his mouth slightly open for a moment “But…we haven’t kissed or…”
Genos leaned over the table, taking softly his face and placing a kiss on his lips
“I thought sensei was being shy. As for other stuff…I’m a cyborg, I don’t have the parts for that, but if sensei really wants I could ask Dr Stench…”
Saitama had been in a weird state of self-realization when his brain finally caught up on Genos words, waving his hand
“No, no. Don’t make unnecessary things. I don’t want it. I have never wanted that, per se. I just didn’t realize it could be dating without…that.”
“It is” assured Genos in that super serious tone that made Saitama smile.
Wow, he had been really dumb uh?
“It is also your fault, why do you call me sensei, it’s weird to say that if we are dating”
“As you wish Master. I love you”
“…”
“Master?”
“….yes, me too”
It was good to have Genos, after all.