i've been at college for a few days now aaahahhaa lol

i got a cactus today and named him saitama HE'S SO SMOL ASFJEIFJOEI

this is sO LONG a record for me i swear this chapter is so weird i'm sorry

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It was not enough. I felt my heart crying whenever he touched my hand, whenever he kissed me on the cheek, every time he even just looked at me. It started out as respect, but now I could know what this feeling was; I could be sure. Just like that time when I was younger, but so much better. So much more to owe; and reciprocated without misconception.

I loved him so, so purely. But he also made me impossibly turned on. I wanted to do unspeakable things to him; but the memory of the bathtub burned in my brain all the time. I did not let my hands roam. Was it possible that my master was among the lines of asexuality? No, no. I should not come to conclusions. However, I couldn't help but notice how he seemed to only want kisses. Yes, true, he was far past the stage of raging hormones that I was still stuck in, but I didn't want to make my Sensei uncomfortable.

Until last night, that is.

My leg was thrown over his, body wrapped in a suffocating embrace. The first signs of sunrise shone through the window. I stared at the back of his head, cute with its innocent smoothness. He rolled over. Ah-!

"Good morning, Sensei!" I beamed into his face, millimeters away from mine. I got only a grumble in reply. I squeezed him tighter, internally giggling at the flushed annoyance on his face.

"G-Genos..." He was so confused, so sleepy. In an attempt to escape my grip, he ended up rubbing against the insides of my thighs.

"Oh~!" I squealed accidentally, holding tighter onto Sensei's back with a little quiver.

"Wha-?" Saitama looked up at me. "What's up with you? God, you're chipper." He threw the blanket to the side suddenly, his face heating up in realization. I bit my lip as my eyes scanned the lovely, naked flesh of his body shamelessly.

"The hell, Genos!" He hopped out of the futon, frantically searching for the shorts that had slipped from his ankles during the night. "You're such a horndog! How did you restrain yourself before this?!" I smiled darkly, feeling like I should have been offended but not really caring anyway.

"To be frank, Sensei..." I replied without hesitation. "I didn't." Hopping to lift the shorts up, he gawked at me. I hugged his legs, silently begging him to lay back down on the futon. He sighed, folding his arms. Meeting no resistance now, I grabbed his hips and made him fall to me.

"Um." He muttered. I hovered over him, licking at the shell of his ear. "Genos, what did you...do?"

"Are you referring to how I satisfied my libido?" I purred. "I broke into the apartment next door."

A short silence.

"WHAAAAAAT?!" Saitama spazzed, hiding his face in his hands. I had a feeling such a reaction would occur.

"It is okay, Sensei. This entire building apart from your dwelling is abandoned, after all." I took his wrists and pulled them away to reveal his flustered face. He sighed in exasperation, calming down a bit and curving his neck up.

"You're so weird, Genos."

Yes, it was amusing how deep a sleeper Sensei could be. But I didn't dare do anything to him, so I was simply fortunate in being able to break the door of the apartment next to ours. There I could let off steam (literally) when I needed to.

But now that I had gotten him once, I was addicted.

I kissed his morning mouth deeply, ignoring the comments about needing to brush his teeth first. My hands could no longer restrain themselves and I found myself tracing muscles all over his beautiful body, pausing at particularly interesting little dips and all over his cute, cute nipples.

"Genos." He exhaled, obviously a little bit affected but not nearly so much as me. "I kinda really have to pee, hold on."

I fixed him with a pouted face. His eyes widened.

"Are...are you just gonna touch yourself if I leave?" He stuttered quickly, seemingly unable to keep this thoughts in.

"That is likely, Sensei." I replied without embarrassment, before continuing to run my lips over him.

"Uh." He balked. "Okay, I'll...um. Try to hold it." Yes! I was a brat, a little brat. But I couldn't help it right now.

"Sorry, I just..." I murmured, nuzzling into his neck.

"Wait, no...Genos." He protested. "I, um, should be the one who's sorry." I lifted my head to cock it to the side.

"Why, Sensei?" Why would he have any reason to be sorry? Just the fact that I could touch him like this was bringing me such happiness. He was being extremely kind, despite the fact that this was an activity he did not fancy so much as I did. "I do not understand-"

"No, see..." His face was completely red now. "I'm not...really participating as much as I should, right?" Oh, so that's what he meant.

"That is okay, Sensei. You do not have to do anything. I am affected enough as it is..." Even redder.

"But...uh. I just...don't know where to put my..." His gaze was cast to the side. I continued to stare at him. "...hands, I guess?" I felt light pressure on my groin plate, catching me off guard and causing me to gasp quietly.

"Oh, so can you...feel that?"

"Y-yes, Sensei..." I exhaled, already feeling the intense need to open the plate but not wanting to make Saitama uncomfortable. "To...to be honest, I do not know...either. Or at least I am not certain."

Suddenly his fingers slid over to the insides of my thighs and stroked there. I whimpered, that felt really, really nice.

"It's squishy here." Saitama observed in wonder, continuing to massage the silicone. My mind rushed to explain why...

"Th-there...are places where I do not have metal armour..." His hands went now to the place under my hips, below where the metal jutted out.

"Oh! And here too!" I struggled to restrain myself as he poked around inside my softer parts, grinning like he had discovered a gold mine. "I see, it's like your neck, huh?" He lunged forward, going to lick under my jaw. I steamed heavily as he tried to bite into the material there, quivering in delight and panting at the intense feelings this gave me. I did not know...the extreme extent to which my touch sensors could function. Thank you, Doctor...

"Ah...that feels so..." I began hazily, body jerking upwards.

"Sorry!" He stopped suddenly, pulling away and looking worriedly into my eyes. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"What? No, Sensei, it feels amazing. Please continue." I pulled him closer, hands running over his spine and relishing the tiny shivers this caused.

"Hm...why didn't I notice this before?" Saitama wondered out loud. I chuckled at his confusion.

"I am not in battle mode, Sensei, my touch sensors are turned up all the way so I do not harm civilians when I come into contact with them."

"Ah, I see. Like when that one girl wanted to shake your hand." He remembered that? That was the night before I first moved in...I smiled at the awkward memory.

"And they're turned down when you're fighting so it doesn't hurt as much?" He asked me.

"Y-yes, that is correct." I struggled to speak as I felt his body plop on top of mine.

"You're always losing an arm, after all!" He teased, running a hand over my heated shoulders.

"Shh, Sensei..." I said quietly, not wanting to think about that. "Your breath is so warm..."

"Nothing like your neck, you little toaster!" Saitama laughed. I felt myself glow at the cute nickname. Sensei...was so...

"Um...Saitama-sensei...please, if I could..." I whimpered, shaking at every sensation he was providing. "My plate...could I..."

"Oh." He continued to kiss my neck lazily. "Yeah, sure." I bit my lip. The steam was always worse when I was holding back. But now I could open myself and...

"S-Sensei! A-ah..." I felt myself slip out of my metal restraints, rock hard and quivering against Sensei's stomach.

"Whoa, Genos. You really are a horndog." He chided, flinching a bit when he felt my arousal.

"S-sorry, Sensei..."

"Don't say sorry! You're weird but it's cute." Sensei said I was...aaah. He sat down on my hips, taking in my state of excitement. My breath caught at the close proximity of his parts to mine. I wanted to...I wanted to get inside him so bad, but...

His hands wrapped around me.

"Ah, Sensei~!" I yelped, legs shooting up into the air in a quaking mess. "You don't have to...you don't have to...ah!" I shut up and flopped against the futon, defenseless.

"Wow, you're so sensitive!" He formed a ring with his fingers and smeared the wetness on the tip of my girth down to pump me lightly. I couldn't move, a twitching lump below him, already close to coming after so little time.

So simple, just the basic protocol of self-pleasure for males, but it was him...and his hands were so cute and even watching his knuckles move was fascinating somehow and he was really touching this part of my body and he wanted to be touching this part of my body...and this feeling built up so fast and I couldn't even hold back- sorry, Sensei...

"Sensei, wait- aahh~!" I moaned and immediately ejaculated all over him, producing a cutely disgruntled expression on Saitama's face. I wiped the clear substance from his chest with a clumsy hand, muttering sorry, Sensei as I did it. How dare I make him dirty. "I...I apologize, let me touch...you..." I shook violently, feeling so, so much. Sensei's touch...

"No, don't worry about it, Genos." He smiled at me. "Later, okay?" I scanned hazily for his crotch...was he...was he even turned on? No, maybe not. I was right, it took a lot for him to get aroused. I would have to touch him as precisely as I could next time so I could make him come again. I exhaled deeply at the thought, feeling happy but also guilty. Sensei didn't seem to mind, though...he really was a great man. I was so lucky.

Sensei was more than I could ever ask for. I loved him to death.

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We were at King's apartment. Saitama-sensei liked to game with him, and told me I didn't have to come along if I didn't want to. But I insisted that I didn't have anything to do, and I liked being around my master anyway. King had gone to the bathroom. I stared at Saitama, feeling my lip quiver a bit. He was leaning back, game controller in one hand. I could see his shoulder blades jutting out from beneath his shirt, and I had a sudden urge to grab them. Or massage his hard back muscles again. Or a lot of things. He turned around absently to meet my gaze.

"Oh, hey." He smiled. "You okay?"

"Yes." I leaned forward shyly, reaching out an arm but placing it reluctantly beside his thigh. My eyes strayed shamefully to his mouth.

"A-ah. You want-" I tugged him backwards and kissed him passionately, the top of his head buried into my neck. He snorted below me, amused by my behavior. I responded by grabbing his face and licking into his mouth. Sensei struggled below me and failed at getting a word in. When I pulled away, he was panting lightly.

"U-uh, not the best place, kid..." he laughed softly. I pulled at my lip in apprehension.

"...in my lap, please?" I mumbled, easing him into my seiza so his neck was dangerously close to those sensitive parts of my thigh.

"Um." Saitama-sensei evidently didn't want to pull away but seemed to be somewhat anxious.

"What," I kissed his forehead affectionately and took up both of his hands to play with them. Thinking of what had happened before just made me want to worship that part of his body even more, and I whirred softly with delight. The pads of his fingertips were like cute little cushions, and the webs between his phalanges were amusingly thick. I stroked his palms with what would have been my nails and he hummed with pleasure.

"That feels nice-"

The sound of King's bathroom door opening was clear to my ear, and as evidenced by Sensei's struggling to get out of my grip was obvious to him as well. I tried to hold him down but to no avail. Sensei was far stronger than me, after all. When King reached our line of vision we had resumed normal positions. I was tensed up, a bit annoyed at King's presence and Sensei's determination to not be found out. I leaned forward to land a kiss on the back of his neck but he instead turned around and,

"Wow, what a great day to stay inside and play games! Look how rainy it is outside!" He chortled loudly into my face, and pushed me backwards in a less-than-gentle manner.

"Yeah, true." King grunted in approval, plopping down next to Sensei.

I pouted on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Next time. Next time I would be ready.

...

Shit. Shit. Genos was cutting it fucking close. I knew he didn't mind being seen with me but then I really wasn't sure how I felt about it. Focusing on the game, I ignored the dejected lump of cyborg directly behind me.

It was no use.

"Aaargh! King, you're too good!" I whined, throwing the controller down.

"The key is to wait to perform combo attacks until the end, I guess, when your power has been charged to the maximum...but everyone has their own strategies." the S-class tried to explain. I shook my head, frustrated that I couldn't just X-button everyone to death. There was a lot of mental effort involved in this. King shrugged, hand reaching subtly to the game cover of Doki Do-

"Wait, no dating games!" I immediately shouted, rubbing my head. "Ugh, let's go get food or something..." I slammed my head onto the floor, thinking hard. What would be good today, what would be good right now...c'mon, think, think, think!

"Nabemono!" My fist bumped into my palm in excitement. I drooled at just the thought. It would be super warm, we could get a ton of ingredients, everything would just melt...

"Genos, how-" I turned to face him, gouging his reaction. He looked at me with a cheeky sullenness, lip quivering, eyes big and innocent and shining like a kicked puppy. Fuck.

Cute. He was cute as hell. Some kind of protective instinct kicked in me, but it was my fault he was pouting like that, so, um...

"Y-yeah! Let's go out for nabemono!" I stood up resolutely, heading for the door.

"Oh, okay, that sounds pretty good..." King agreed, turning off his console and TV. I slipped on my thin overcoat, whipping around to glare at the cyborg again. My mouth twisted into a smirk.

"Hey Genos, it's rude to be the last person out of a house that isn't yours..." I told him, not sure if that was actually a rule. But it sounded plausible, and it worked. Genos twitched and reluctantly got up, tripping over to the door and holding it open politely. We headed outside into the cold and I was soon flanked by a clingy metal body. I felt King's eyes on me but when I turned to glance at him I realized that was imaginary. God, why was I so paranoid?

Walking ahead to break away from Genos, I pointed down a street.

"Don't know much about City M, but it looks like there's something down there?"

"Yeah. I don't eat out a lot but I think you're right." King headed that direction. Genos just retained his customary frown and trotted along, no longer trying to adhere against me in an untold excuse of heat exchange.

We got settled in a nice casual restaurant with a homey, warm vibe. I couldn't keep a smile off my face from excitement for the food. Salmon, tofu, mushrooms, cabbage, potatoes, they would all be so good...

"Uh, so Genos, you seem, uh, pretty quiet." King pointed out calmly. I kind of felt like cracking up and from my peripheral I could see the slightest sign of discomfort on the cyborg's face.

"I am fine." He muttered. Geez, he really was tense! But I wouldn't let his pouty thing get to me. The kid had to learn to be polite around other people, after all! I didn't see what went on when he went to S-class meetings but as far as I knew he was always pretty damn cold. The two of us sat facing King, I not really being sure how to make the arrangement better except for sitting at the bar...but then the nabemono wouldn't work...

A metal foot prodded at mine. I shot Genos another warning glare. He looked down in remorse. Then I turned back to see an interested look on King's face. Oh shit, he wasn't distracted by anything right now, except for...us. My mind raced to start a conversation before he got any thoughts.

"Hey King, entered any tournaments lately?" I asked him. He nodded, going to slowly explain. Thank god, at least that was something. Listening with mild interest, my fingers tapped on the table.

But then I shivered when I felt a voice in my ear, deliberately precious-sounding.

"You're being rather mean, Sensei."

I briefly recalled this morning, and felt my face heat up. Damnit, Genos! Be proper! I tried my best to ignore it when a metal hand placed itself on my thigh. I saw him smiling sadistically in the corner of my vision. This kid...so fucking weird.

"And yeah, so that girl in the red hat beat me. UMR, I think? I got second place that time. She was something else. Only looked about 16, though. It was crazy." King continued. I nodded along, looking up to see our food arriving.

"Aaaahh!" I marvelled, slapping Genos' hand away from me. Oooooh, there was so much! "Let's dig in!" I didn't even care about the yellow eyes burning into me as I began to stuff my face with food. Haha, spending money just this once was worth it...

...

"Oh man, that was so good!" I stretched back in my chair, feeling super satisfied. King agreed happily.

"Not as good as something else could be, Sensei."

Argh! Another fucking whisper! I spun to see Genos sitting normally. When did he get that fast? I crinkled my face up in discomfort, what the hell! Why did he have to say that?

His eyes flitted over to mine, and a tongue swept ever so subtly over those nice, full lips. I immediately faced towards King again, cheeks burning up. Ugh, yes, he was being tempting, but I was more embarrassed by it than anything. We split the bill, Genos forcing me to let him pay for my portion.

"Bye, Saitama-bro and Genos-bro!"

"See ya later, King!" I waved, smiling awkwardly. Once he was out of sight, I whipped to face Genos.

"What the hell." I accused simply, glowering at him. He leaned forward for a kiss but I stopped him with a hand. "What did I say about being in public!" We only just got really, uh, intimate last night but this kid's hormones were going crazy!

"Oh? Sorry, Sensei. I suppose I just do not understand why it bothers you to such an extent." Genos dismissed, turning and hanging his head.

"Ugh, no, don't get all pouty on me again!" I protested, following him. City Z was close enough to City M to speedwalk without too much time spent, but I needed Genos to navigate. Why was the kid acting like this? Was he horny or something? God.

I sighed, thinking of what to say.

"Genos." I muttered. "Why are you upset?" I probably knew the answer, he was probably just miffed about being ignored by me. I wasn't trying to ignore him though, I was just trying to hang out with King without creeping him out, you know? No need to be all gross with PDA.

Genos walked on in silence, eyes glowing up for a second.

"Sensei is cold."

I exhaled, breath clearly visible. The cyborg's head turned ever so slightly.

"Would you like me to-"

"Yes, okay, dude, whatever!" I rolled my eyes as Genos put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. My cheeks heated up, damn that was cute. There was no one around, so...

I snaked an arm around his waist, and curled my fingers around his right hand when he held it. Immediately I felt more comfortable surrounded by the cyborg's warmth. The sun was really glowy and the sky was a gradient of ambers, rouges, sapphires. This was...this was so cheesy, but I couldn't say I minded it. I guess I just never thought I would be in this kind of position, held by a dude...it was weird, I guess.

"Kay, man, I'm fine now..." I unlocked our hands and wiggled out of his grasp. "Let's head home fast." I didn't realize how Genos was leaning on my shoulder until he snapped his head back up and looked down on the ground with what looked like a bit of dejection. I brushed it off.

"C'mon, it's getting late!" I protested.

"Y-yes, Sensei..."

...

Genos made tea. I held it happily in my hands, smiling when the steam tickled my face. He sat across from me, posture ramrod.

"Sensei."

"Hm, wha?" I tilted my head. Now he was acting pretty much normal again, I think. Funny how touchy he was in public, and then how he stopped once we got to the house. What a weirdo.

"Nothing. I am glad you are warm now." His shoulders tensed up. I looked at him.

Aaaaghh! No! Not that face again!

I put down my tea and huffed.

"Genos, can you stop that?" He slowly brought those glossy, pretty eyes up to mine. I felt the urge to go over and hug him, but I resisted. He didn't deserve it after the way he acted today, after all. "Just tell me what's wrong."

A meow resounded from the balcony. Genos got up to go open the door, and returned with that fluffy kitty in his arms. He sat back down, cross-legged. Now both him and the cat seemed to look at me with stupidly adorable pouty faces.

"Aarrghh!" I gave up, crawling over to Genos and hiding my flushed face at the base of his neck, stroking the soft fur of the cat.

What was this? So intimate, but I just did it without thinking. So...fuckin' gay, but Genos was really cute and...

I sat up, crossing my arms and looking away.

"Hm? What's wrong, Sensei?" Genos took my face in his hand and forced me to see him...that expression! He just wasn't giving up! His eyes were so dopey and innocent, how could I ever get mad at him?! His freaking bottom lip...just there, what even gave it the right to exist where everyone could see it? His mouth was just fucking X-rated, it wasn't fair...and yet it was just so nice to look at...and I could feel his finger beneath my jaw and I thought of all the things he had done to the skin j-just below-

"G-guh..." I shielded my eyes from the lovely sight and stood up, abandoning Genos and the kitty. "I'm going to the bathroom..."

Shutting the door behind me, I stared at myself in the dingy mirror. What the hell...what was I? Before, I didn't question this too much...Genos was a fucking blessing to my life, and I honestly loved him for it. I even let him...do all those things...

No, I didn't let him. I wanted him to...and it was really fucking nice, and even this morning I...and I would be totally okay with doing it again, and I didn't think I was even capable of feeling like that...

And I liked kissing him. It was always different from any others, somehow more genuine despite the fact that his face wasn't even real.

Yeah, but...any way you looked at it...this was hella gay.

My mind reeled at the thought of that Puri-Puri guy, the only other person I knew for sure was gay...I mean, maybe the Jackoff-Lantern-Panic guy was too, for all I knew, but that didn't really matter.

I wasn't gay, I knew that much. I had done plenty enough with women in college, and it's not that I didn't enjoy it, I just didn't really...cherish it. Then any feeling I got from something like that was gone after my training...

Until Genos, fucking Genos came along. That kid gave me a hard-on, hell, made me come. I thought that was impossible now. I hadn't even felt sexual attraction in three years before he became a part of my life.

Why him? Why couldn't he be a girl or something? Ugh! My head reeled. But why...why did I care so much? Why did his gender matter at all? I didn't give a shit before, it was just him and that was that...

But when he tried to be affectionate in public...I...

I exhaled hard, turning from my reflection. Nothing good would come over mulling about it like this. Just be chill, hang out with Genos, go to bed...maybe tomorrow I could figure it out, or something.

Heading back out to the living room, I settled down and brought the tea to my lips, relaxing slightly even under the cyborg's sweet but intrusive stare.

Yeah, it was so nice being here with Genos. And knowing, even...that he...l-loved...me-

"Sensei, you seem distressed." I looked at him nervously, somehow now feeling even more overwhelmed. He handed over the kitty and I tried to take her, petting her fur calmly and listening to steady, rumbling purring. She clearly preferred Genos's lap, though, and only let me hold her for a few seconds before wiggling away and returning to the cyborg.

I sighed. Genos was so quiet. He clearly had something on his mind too.

Ugh, what was I thinking? Of course he did! He'd been acting weird all day, being all touchy and crap but then getting all pouty on me! And it was making me think...think way too much...

I shot upright in realization. Wait, was he doing this on purpose? I glared over to him, but upon seeing the small upward curve of his lips as he pet the kitty sprawled over his thighs, I retracted. No...I was just being paranoid again.

...

My experiment was working to a certain extent. Saitama-sensei...seemed to be experiencing an internal struggle. I could easily figure out what exactly it was about...he was uncomfortable with public affections, I was entirely aware of that. His reactions, though, to certain stimuli were quite interesting. There was a certain expression I could make that really got to him. The emotions associated with it were genuine at first, but I later decided to perform it entirely to satisfy my curiosity.

Sensei looked small at the moment, his sweater fitting loose and hiding all traces of an eternally strong body in existence under it. I regarded the cat in my lap, wishing she would show more affections to Sensei but appreciating her presence regardless. At least she lessened the certain tension that existed in the room...I felt a bit hurt, admittedly, by how Sensei had been acting today. But I could forgive him; I somewhat understood how he felt. However, I needed to hear it from him.

...

"Sensei." he murmured, barely audible. I leaned forward unconsciously, swallowing a sip of tea.

"Hm? Yeah?" I pressed, hoping he would speak up. Some part of me missed his usually constant chattiness.

"Why are you...afraid?" He asked me, staring into my eyes again.

"A-afraid? Of what?" I rubbed the back of my head, did he mean what I think he meant? God knows I wasn't scared of monsters anymore.

"Of being judged, perhaps..." He said vaguely. Seemed like I was on the right track, but it wasn't good enough, I didn't want to assume things...

"Do...do I seem like someone who's afraid of being judged?" I gulped. This conversation was weird. It would be weird for a while. It would definitely get worse, too. Genos closed his eyes.

"You know what I am implying, Sensei. You are not that dumb."

I flinched at that response, not knowing what to say next. Usually he didn't go below the belt like that, geez...was I rubbing off on him? Well, I was his teacher, after all...

"Uh...uh, kid." I started, sighing. "Look, I just...I want to be polite, okay? It's not nice to make someone feel like a third-wheel, ya know? It's just basic manners." Phew. Hopefully that could settle this. I was surprised to see Genos not searching for a notebook to write that down.

"Of course, Sensei. But it goes deeper than that, I can tell." Fuck, he was on to me. I struggled for a response.

"I mean, I...I never was a fan of PDA, I guess..." I muttered.

"Once again, Sensei, you are simplifying things." He stated resolutely, holding his gaze. Wow, the ceiling was really interesting. That little pipe running from the door, ending in a little valve...

"W-will you hold my hand?" He asked suddenly, reaching out across the table. I blinked, not expecting that.

"Uh, yeah, sure..." I took his metal fingers and interlocked them with mine. His other hand encased both of ours and surrounded mine with warmth. It was...it was nice. It was sweet. Hmm...

"Sensei." His voice rang out again. He wouldn't give up on this, would he? "Do you find this wrong in any way?" I balked, twisting my face at him. What the hell? Where did that come from?

"No...why, Genos?" I asked, confused...although maybe...

"What if I were to ask you in front of King?"

I nearly slammed my head on the table, flinching hard at my stupidity. Ugh...so he was on the right track. How was I supposed to answer that? He knew what my probable answer was...

"It...it just. It would be weird, I guess?" I stuttered, not wanting to sound super rude or anything. That hurt face...I didn't want to see it again.

"Why, Sensei?" He cocked his head slightly, lip pouting out just a bit...no, ugh..don't do that...!

"I don't know! I don't know, okay, it's just awkward or something, I don't..."

"Do not what, Sensei?" I scoffed at his manner of speaking. Even when repeating me, separating his words so seriously...he would never change. I shook my head. He knew the answer, damn, but there were certain degrees to which I could answer...I didn't want to say it. It was just unnecessary. These were the kind of things that could break a relationship, i knew that much. Telling someone you didn't want people to know you were in...in a relationship, was that it? What was our status, exactly? Damnit, this only raised more questions. Could we just not talk about this right now?

The kitty hopped out of Genos's lap and went to go sleep under the manga tower, ear twitching slightly.

"Please, Genos...can you just drop it?" Maybe I could just kiss him and we could go to bed. Huh...that could work. I wiggled my hand free and crawled over to him, mimicking his seiza and taking his chin to plant a firm peck on his lips. Ah...that was nice. Just something like that could make me feel...so much...

"Sensei, you are a hypocrite." He scolded, shaking his head in disapproval. "But, I suppose, for now..." I felt his fingers stroking pleasantly at my cheeks, and he pressed our lips together tenderly. Got him. A kind of fluttery feeling bubbled in my stomach, damn he...oh. I just...I felt...I felt...loved, I guess. I relaxed into his grip and let him lazily prod around in my mouth, but his breath hitched. He pinned me down, hands seizing my hips, going for my neck now. I flinched, not really...wanting...

"Wait, Genos..." I muttered weakly. He paused respectfully, dipping his head under my jaw so I could feel the soft touch of his hair. "Can we...can we not, right now..." I felt a wince from his body.

"Ah, Sensei! I am sorry!" He popped up, looking frantically at the position his legs had put us in. "I am so, so sorry, please forgive me..." His voice was tinged with shame, and he stood up to go stand in the corner, hands curled up in fists. I watched helplessly, feeling awful now.

"Don't...please don't say sorry..." I sighed, sitting up myself and going to roll out the futon.

"No, I...I must beg for forgiveness." I heard him murmur. "I always act with such...brashness, and I am aware of it, but I am just so grateful that Saitama-sensei has treated me with such kindness despite my behavior..." he rambled on, and I felt my heart drop.

"Don't talk like that!" I yelled, glaring at him. He turned in surprise. "Talk like you have been!" I looked down, playing with my shirt.

"Talk like you're not, ashamed of yourself, or something..." I mumbled. Damn, maybe sometimes I was pissed at him, but not right now! I just didn't feel like doing anything, I didn't mind that he wanted to, but I just didn't have the same gusto he did about all that...

"I-if there is something I can do to make up for it, Sensei, then please..."

"No, I don't care about that! Just, come over here and cuddle with me, maybe-" I broke myself off and felt my face heating up. God, seriously, I was asking him to cuddle with me. But I...I...

"If Sensei would prefer that, then I am perfectly content to fulfill such a request."

I cringed at myself, but crawled into my futon, expecting Genos to follow. He soon slid in behind me, the big spoon, wrapping one arm securely around my chest and the other reaching around to grab my hand. His feet touched up against the soles of mine cutely. I shuddered a bit back into him, feeling relieved. This was just nice, I felt protected somehow...not from monsters but from other things, like...people...

But I felt small too. The bulk of Genos's body, completely looming over mine, it was weird, but it was still nice. I definitely couldn't say I minded. And I could feel all of his heat radiating onto my back, over my chest, my legs, my feet, into my hand...and I felt sleepy...tranquil...

"S-Sensei..." I heard the kid whisper. I just relaxed further into him. "I just want you to know...always, Saitama-sensei...I love you." My heart seized up, making me jolt a bit. God that hurt to hear, but it was so...so goddamn sweet...

"I...love you too, Genos." I struggled, still shocked to be hearing it, to be saying it...with honesty. I winced. He was steaming, he was holding back again, for me...for me. With some kind of drowsy unconsciousness I took our clutched hands and brought his to my mouth for a tiny peck before settling them back over my stomach. So nice.

I felt soft fur against my skin. Wha...

The kitty had curled up in front of me, purring. I was surrounded by two fuzzy balls of warmth, it seemed. I smiled a little bit. This was the best way to fall asleep, definitely.

"Mnh, Sensei, the lights..." Genos pointed out quietly.

"It's fine," I responded, eyes closed already. I was way too content to get up now...wrapped in gentle heat, faint whirring, soft purring...love. Thank you, damned blondie...