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“Genos.”
As if it was weaved from silk, the young man’s name trickled smoothly off of Saitama’s curious tongue. His fiery hazel hues tracked every subsequent movement, from the rotation of an inorganic figure to the parting of synthetic lips.
“Yes, Sensei?”
Such innocent words shouldn’t have set his senses onto high alert and provoked waves of admiration. Saitama insisted that it wasn’t his fault. Surely, his disciple was to blame for the scorching emotions flickering within him. Not a single blemish could be located in the cyborg’s personality or his looks. He was perfect. As long as he walked on this earth, angels would curse him for the grace that he thieved from under their noses. In Saitama’s eyes, Genos was sheer beauty reborn as a physical being.
“Please don’t leave.”
A look of perplexity danced across the blonde’s face.
Saitama could feel his heart swoon.
“Sensei, the Association has requested for my services. I must depart at once to prevent the threat from severely damaging anyone or anything.”
Despite the urgent tone, a nonchalant chuckle showcased the sheer lack of care that resided in Saitama. All that truly mattered – in his opinion – was Genos.
With languid and sagging motions, he rose from his spot upon the floor and dragged himself over to the boy. A practised ease swept through him as he pulled the other into a warm embrace, smiling discreetly when the feeling of mechanical limbs reluctantly hooked around his hips.
“They can wait a little…Aren’t there other heroes that can deal with it?”
Saitama could detect on the rigid stature of his partner as his palms roamed freely across Genos’ clothed back. The tips of his fingers dipped into sculpted vents, yielding a broken gasp from the receiver.
“Sensei…It’s a threat level Demon and I am currently the closest available hero in the area. I really think that I should proceed with my assignment now as the monster is roaming in City-”
“You can disable your pain receptor thingies, right?"
To say the least, Genos was visibly taken aback by the sudden interest.
This roused a giggle from his teacher, who simply pressed their bodies together so that feeble air would not separate them. Now, Saitama had little choice but to inhale the other’s exhales. Not that he minded. To be precise, he was much more content with this arrangement.
“Yes, Sensei.”
When the pair of hands settled on his behind, Genos’ arms dropped to their sides.
“Well, can you turn them off now?”
The cyborg was abruptly shoved up against the apartment wall, meaning he was trapped against the mildly crumbling surface as Saitama remained as close as humanly possible. The palms had now shifted to his face, tenderly cradling the soft material that served as skin.
“I…I see no reason why I should.”
Saitama pulled a shattered smile, ignoring the vague sheen of terror shimmering within those golden orbs that he adored so much.
“I really don’t want to hurt you. Cause I’m pretty sure that the sensation of a leg being pulled off would be a pain in the ass.”
Genos had every right to be fearful, as both parties knew that there was nothing he could do to free himself from whatever the man wished to do. After all, this was the strongest person in the world.
Fluttering fingertips skipped across his dark neck, every touch baring the ability the possibility to crumble concrete to dust.
“S-Sensei, please reconsider your actions. If you forcefully remove one of my limbs, innocent lives will be lost to a creature that I had the chance to eliminate. Moreover, I would need to-”
“You always think about other people…Why can’t you think more about me? I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I?”
The boy’s lips pursed and he fell quiet for a number of moments.
A frown fell upon Saitama’s expression, ridding the faux cheery demeanour. Why was Genos hesitating? Surely, all the love and care he showered upon the cyborg was an unspoken promise of his devotion. His forehead bumped against the other’s, eyes running over the pristine sharpness of his divine features.
“I am your boyfriend, right?”
“…Yes, you are, Sensei. But the citizens are in dire need of my services and I-”
Robust wires sparked frantically as they were torn from the safety of their sockets, the plated arm falling limp in Saitama’s grasp. The owner of the appendage parted his lips in a silent scream, his head angling downwards at the sudden agony prickling the affected shoulder. Displeasing warmth clasped around his cheek, the man’s digits stroking tenderly at the structure of his face.
“You’re very handsome, Genos. Don’t look at me like that; I would rather that you smiled. Have I ever told you how much I love your smile?”
“…No, Sensei…”
“Well, I like it a lot! It’s cute. Like you.”
Saitama chuckled, appearing to the only one satisfied with the current circumstances.
“Now that you’re missing an arm, it’d be too dangerous for you to go and fight that monster. So, you should just stay home with me. Does that sound good, Genos?”
Meanwhile, he casually tossed the limb aside.
“…”
“Well, does it, Genos? Or do I have to come up with more reasons to persuade you? Yanking off a leg might be a little difficult since you’re still wearing jeans and that, but I’m sure we can take them off.”
“…No, no, Sensei…I’ll stay.”
A content grin spilt Saitama’s face into two, affection swimming in his murky hues.
“Good boy, Genos.”