3...2...1. Recharge cycle complete.

Rebooting visual input...

Genos slowly came to, finally arrived into consciousness after a short recharge cycle. It was a process that served to scan, test and reboot his systems which maintains proper functionality for all the machines in his body. It has been too long while since he had last carried one out, due to unfavorable circumstances. It put him into too much risk, as he would be completely knocked out during recharge and therefore unable to respond to threats. However, no mysterious creature has appeared for days and he has finished all he cleaning around the house. Genos figured a short break wouldn't hurt. Besides, he felt safe in the presence of Teacher.

Ah, Teacher. Genos looked over to his prone form across the room. He was sleeping without a blanket, thus at risk of catching a cold. The cyborg doubts that common disease will affect Saitama because of his strength, but decided he could not take any chances. Genos got up to retrieve a small blanket.

Life with his teacher was certainly different, in ways that Genos did not expect. He had expected intense regular training routines, days and days of adventures outsid and some sort of strict discipline. Instead, Saitama had welcomed the cyborg into his own way of life, allowing him to learn right from the basics, at his own pace. Genos thought it was genius. It posed a challenge, not physically but mentally. Indeed, what good is sheer power without an equally strong will? What good is a fighter for if it is he only skill he has? Thus, the cyborg tries his best to record down everything Saitama teaches him. His teacher is an amazing person. Whatever Saitama has planned for him in the future, Genos will look forward to it.

Although, things had also become awfully...domestic, but he did not mean "awfully" in a bad way. It was a quiet, simple way of life that the cyborg had never had the pleasure of experiencing before. In all his years of traveling solo, relentlessly searching for the one who killed his family, it has never occurred to him that he will settle in one place for long. Now, his life has suddenly transformed into something that resembled stability, with Saitama and him going out during the weekends for the special sales, lounging in he house in the late afternoons, cooking warm meals and watching late-night television. It was all very foreign but, the feeling was not an unpleasant one. Of course, Genos was not naive so as to believe things will stay this way...but he supposes that he will try to cherish it while it lasts.

With a blanket bundled under one arm, Genos made his way towards Saitama's sleeping form. Genos knelt down and carefully plucked the comic book off his chest. His knuckles brushed against Saitama's uncovered skin.

The metal limbs does not give Genos the sense of touch, but the brief sensation of soft human flesh giving out under its surface made him pause. There had been many times when he had seen Saitama unclothed but never up close like this. Toned lean muscles filled out a slender looking frame, currently glistening with a sheen of perspiration. There was no sign of where he kept his inhuman strength anywhere. Despite becoming powerful using whichever secret method, Saitama somehow managed to maintain a mask of completely harmlessness. In fact, if Genos had not again and again witnessed it himself, he would have assumed that Saitama was an average guy. This close, though, Genos noticed that his body seemed to emit a powerful aura.

He must have looked for longer than what was appropriate, before promptly pulling the blanket over Saitama. He received a soft snore from the man in response, but otherwise Saitama did not stir from slumber. Genos felt a rare smile tug at the corner of his mouth. Either the elevated temperature has finally gotten to him, or it was really the warmth of something akin to happiness he felt. Perhaps both, perhaps more.

Genos decided that he will always stay and watch over Saitama no matter what.