For the upteenth time, Fubuki checked that everything was in order. When she finally felt satisfied with her appearance, she knocked on the apartment door, clearing her throat to brace herself to greet whomever opened it with a perfectly practised tone.

The instant Saitama's head popped out the door, a glare reflected into her eye and ruined whatever chance she had to speak with dignity.

"Oh, you're here."

With a bob of her head, she followed him in. The agonisingly mouth-watering aroma that hit her instantly told her that Genos was preparing breakfast. Perfect timing, she forgot to have it before coming.

It was only the second day of having to report to Saitama, and she already couldn't stand it. Her first day was awkward, because he literally told her to go home the instant they exchanged glances. Having traveled all the way to City A, she didn't like just being told to go home. Thank god Genos was there, and managed to convince Saitama to at least let her stay for breakfast. Even then, they just ate in silence with the exception of her complimenting Genos' cooking. Like she said, awkward.

Today, she would fix that. If this was to continue for an indefinite amount of time, she would definitely lose her mind.

"Saitama," he acknowledges her with a tired face, "did my sister actually confront you yesterday?"

"Oh yea, this is way less awkward" she scolds herself. "Amazing choice of topics Fubuki..."

"Oh, the brat? She did."

"Was she... a bother?"

"I mean. She almost opened her wounds again, but it was fine. Kinda fun for a bit actually."

"I... see."

Dear god she could suffocate from the atmosphere, and yet he was breathing just fine. Unfair!

"Ya know, if you're worried you could talk to her."

"H-huh?" she recoiled in surprise. "What makes you think I'm worried? She can handle herself."

"If ya say so." he replied flatly.

The awkward silence continued until Genos plated the food.

"Sensei," the cyborg began, "are you really going to fight Tatsumaki again?"

Saitama shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see why not. She won't shuddap unless I do, right?"

"Even so, it looked like she could barely stand yesterday. Is it truly wise to engage her so soon after she recovered?"

"C'mon man, you were there." he said with food in his mouth, "She kept bothering me until I did. S'not like I want to fight her like that."

Fubuki turned her head to face her plate, not wanting to show the worry on her face. She was supposed to hate her sister after all, but could she truly?

A knock from the door stopped the conversation from continuing. With a defeated sigh, Saitama put his bowl down and stood up. The door swung open the instant he turned the handle, almost taking it off its hinges.

"No buts baldy, let's go!" Tatsumaki ordered.

"I was eating you dumb brat." Saitama deadpanned

"I don't care! Hurry it up and move!"

"Fine. Just let me change first."

He slammed the door in her face, returning her the favour. With another annoyed sigh, he moved to where his hero suit lay, picked it up and walked towards the bathroom.

"This happened yesterday too?" Fubuki asked Genos.

"It went worse." he replied, glaring at the door.

Now that he mentioned it, there were a few patches that indicated recent repairs that weren't there when she came yesterday. Maybe having nothing else to do and having to return barely 30 minutes after reaching City A was a blessing.

Saitama exited the bathroom with a yawn, and made his way to the door again.

"I'll make sure your food stays heated, Sensei." Genos says, and Saitama thanks him before opening the door.

When he squats to put on his boots, Fubuki sees her sister clearly. She recognises something other than the usual boredom and anger in her eyes. It may have been years, but she can still remember it, just barely. If she could only put a name to it.

"Alright, same place?"

"Hmph!" Tatsumaki turns and gestures for him to follow. Then they both disappear in a blur. Fubuki blinks twice, and sighs.

"If I could move at such speeds, I wouldn't need a car." she mutters.

"Then would it not benefit you to work on achieving that goal?" Genos suggests, startling her. Right, she forgot he has enhanced hearing.

She laughs weakly in reply, because it's obvious she'll never reach it, no matter how hard she tried. It was impossible for someone as weak as her, and it would be foolish to think otherwise.

"I'm disappointed you think that way Fubuki." Genos suddenly says, as if reading her mind. "You didn't even try."

"You don't get to talk, Mr S Class." she sneers. "You've never been told how weak you are, Mr Demon Cyborg. You don't know what it's like to be useless."

She regrets her words the instant they leave her mouth when she sees Genos' blank stare contort into one of sadness. Only now did she remember the little bits of his past he let slip when she hung around.

"Genos... I-I'm sorry, I-"

"It's alright. I too sometimes forget I'm human." A weak smile comes to his face. "Thankfully, Sensei continues to remind me of that fact."

"He does?"

He nods. "I used to live life with one goal, to wreak vengeance on the mad cyborg that took everything from me. It was only after meeting Sensei that I changed. Sensei never treated me like a weapon, or a cyborg. Just... me, reminding me that I was... am, human. It's why I insist on handling the chores. It reminds me of home, of being human. Of who I was."

She never thought of it like that. Truth be told, she just assumed he was being taken advantage of, promised the power Saitama wields if he follows his every word. How blind she was, to have thought of him like that... like her. As if she didn't respect him enough, now she knows he essentially gave Genos his life back, though unintentionally.

"You're lucky to have met him I guess."

"I suppose we all are."

Minutes later, there was rapid knocking on the door.

"Oi! She fainted!" Fubuki almost chokes on the last bit of her meal.

Genos opens the door hastily, and in the next moment, an unconscious Tatsumaki is being laid out on a futon.

Genos takes one look at the esper, his irises flickering, and drops his jaw. "She has a high fever Sensei! Did she push herself too hard?"

"I dunno man! She just told me to stop treating her lightly, so I just-ya know, like what I did to you our first fight?"

Genos gasped, as if remembering some terrible fate. "Sensei, you shouldn't exert so much strength on someone recovering!"

"A bit late for that now dude! What do we do?"

"I-I'm not sure, I don't know if standard procedure could help someone like her, I-" Genos shuts up, narrowed eyes showing that he's concentrating.

In the heat of the moment, they seemed to have forgotten that her sister was right there with them. Even the sister herself sat there dazed, unsure what to do.

"Ah! Fubuki, can you help us?" It's only when Genos calls her does she move. She does so so suddenly she had whiplash, but she didn't care. Nothing was going to stop her helping her sister. Not even the hatred she felt towards her.

She tried to remember what Tatsumaki used to do when she herself fell sick. She placed her shaking hands on her sister's forehead, and began to concentrate. "Some ice and a towel wet by warm water, and a blanket or something-" Genos was already off to the kitchen by the time she said towel, and Saitama had moved to get the blanket from his futon nearby. Soon after, Genos returned with the items she asked for.

Fubuki wrapped the ice in the towel, and placed it on her sister's forehead. Moving her hands back to the same position, she felt her sister shiver, and a chill ran down her spine as she was suddenly transported back to their home. Her sister had fallen sick for the first time, and was laying in bed, weak, vulnerable... things she could never associate with her in the years to come.

Seeing her like this, Fubuki couldn't concentrate. She felt herself shutting down, and she couldn't will herself back. It seems, Tatsumaki was right all along. She was weak, not just physically, but mentally as well. This was all it took to break her down? Really? Pathetic.ki Her only family left was sick, right in front of her, and she couldn't do shit about it.buki How utterly useless, as expected of her. Truly, a waste of space, a waste of flesh and bones and entirely unfit to be a human-

"Fubuki!"

Someone's hands were on her shoulders now, shaking her awake. As she returned, Saitama stood in front of her, worry and confusion on his face.

"Oi, ya there?"

"S-Saitama?"

Holy crap, he was close to her. What the hell happened?

"What do we do now? The brat's shaking like mad!"

Ah, right. Fubuki reverted her attention to her sister, and placed her hands on her head again. With a deep breath, she focused once more. Slowly, she felt her sister slow down to a more regular breathing pattern. She exhaled weakly as she loosened her hold. Something caught her before her vision faded into pitch black.

The first thing she noticed was how much of a blur her surroundings were, followed immediately by an intense pounding against the side of her skull. With a groan, she slowly sat herself up, massaging the side of her head and trying to grasp where she was. Her ears had booted up before her eyes, telling her that there were pots and cups being moved in the background. Water was being poured somewhere. Her nose was next, a fragrant aroma of tea gave her the energy she needed to wake her eyes up. In front of her, she saw Genos walking out of a kitchen, placing a tray of tea in front of her with such precise movements that the table exuded not a sound.

"Ah, you're awake. Care for some tea?"

"Why the hell am I here?" she wondered as she gratefully accepted a cup from Genos. The tea managed to clean the cogs in her brain, and the answer to her question hit her like a truck.

"Sister, she-"

"She is alright, Fubuki."

Her eyes landed on the sleeping form of her sister, and she sighed in relief. "I apologise on my sister's behalf Genos. I'l get her home immedi-"

"I'm afraid not."

"Huh?"

"It is late now, and there is no way I'd let you try to get home by yourself, much less with your unconscious sister to worry about. As Saitama-Sensei's disciple, I can't have his name tainted by my actions."

"That's... thank you I guess." Gee, how hard was it to say he was worried?

"Besides, Sensei went to get medicine. He would kick me out if he realised I let you two off and let the medicine go to waste."

"I get it Genos, you're into Saitama in a weird way, just shut-"

"Wait, he went to what?"

Genos narrowed his eyes. "Hmm. Did your brain receive permanent damage to the area that allows you to perceive information? This won't do. I'll have to contact Sensei and-"

"Sh-shut up idiot!"

Genos cracked a sinister smile. "Ah. You are well after all."

She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. Since when could the stoic little shit crack sarcastic jokes?

"Well, your supper needs to be heated up. I shall leave you to rest then."

The cyborg walks off, leaving Fubuki to the quiet of an empty living room, bar the occasional near silent breaths of her sister.

She sighs, and adds another to the list of favours she owes Saitama that she will never tell him exists, and makes a new one for Genos.

The door clicks, and Saitama walks in with a bag of what she can only assume is fever medicine in hand. He glances in her direction and she freezes when their eyes meet. Because those are the same eyes she got so close to just... hours ago, wow that's a long time to be unconscious, and suddenly she realises the intensity behind those usually dead slits.

"Oh, you're awake." he places the bag on the table next to the tea. "Got ya some meds for your sister's fever. Genos told me to get some for a headache too. Not sure why."

"Uhm... thank you I suppose. I'm sorry to impose on you tonight."

He waves her off with a click of his tongue. "s'fine. I dun really mind. Oh, Genos made tea?" His attention turns toward the pot, and he pours himself a cup. "Ya want some?"

"No thanks. I just had some."

"Suit yourself. Oh right, speaking of suits, you should probably change. I think my hoodie should fit ya, it's pretty poofy."

"P-poofy? Wait, hoodie?" "That fashion atrocity?"

"Eh. I don't have anything else that could fit ya I think."

"Wha- I mean, no no, you don't have to, I-"

"Hey, you're not paying for the medicine, I am. Eh, I mean Genos is, so I don't think you'd want to get sick as well, right?"

Suddenly she regrets not moving up to A Class so she could move into the headquarters. God, why didn't her sister move out of her apartment so she could crash in the headquarters with her? She wouldn't have to be here dying of embarrassment right now.

"It's fine, really."

"Hey, if you're thinking of using a blanket, the only one we have is the one your sister's using right now. I ain't got any spares, and Genos is practically a heater him- oh wait, maybe you could sleep next to him." Saitama has a hand on his chin, as if he's seriously considering the option.

Fubuki feels her eye twitch, and she sighs. "Fine fine, I'll change into your hoodie."

"Ok. I'll go get it for ya."

When she's out of the bathroom feeling better with a bath, she moves quietly into the living room, trying to avoid the no doubt insulting glance of the two males in the house. She fails of course, as Genos catches sight of her from the kitchen, probably thanks to his radar or something, and tells her that supper is ready. As if one pair of eyes wasn't enough, Saitama is sitting near the table, drinking some tea. Thankfully there's no movement on his face at all when she nears him, unlike Genos and his stupid quirk of his eyebrow.

"Yo, you feeling better?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Th-thank you again."

"Meh. Oh, here's your food. Eat up."

A simple porridge, made to be easily consumed. To her surprise, it's not at all bland. She silently forgives Genos for the amused look earlier.

"By the way Fubuki, would ya happen to know why the brat kept mumbling something about some blat saving her? I thought she was hallucinating or something."

Fubuki almost chokes on her food for the second time that day. Did he not know when not to speak?

"Ah, right. Sorry."

"N-no, it's fine. I just- what did she say?"

"Eh... it was something like-"

" 'Somebody, anybody, Blast, please! I don't want to die, not yet! Fubuki-' " Genos suddenly pops in, "was what she said."

Scratch that, Genos didn't know when not to speak.

"I don't... I don't know. " Lies.

"Meh, it's fine. It was kinda creepy, not gonna lie. I went to buy meds 'cuz I thought she was going mad, asking explosions to help her." Saitama overtakes his disciple, showing very clearly that he was the one who's mouth couldn't shut up.

"Sensei, I believe she said Blast as a name. As in S Class Rank 1 hero Blast." Genos doesn't falter, and shows his Sensei that he has been learning. Fubuki just couldn't help but snap.

"Just shut up, both of you." Oh good, the headache is coming back full force. She tries to relieve it by massaging her temple.

"Of course. Sensei, did you purchase the headache relief?"

"Yea." he reaches into the bag and pulls out a box. "Those for her?"

"I suspected she would suffer from one since she collapsed." Genos takes a pill from the box and hands it to Fubuki with a glass of water.

"I hate the both of you, so much." She says after gulping down the medicine.

Saitama, to his credit, rubs the back of his neck shamefully with an awkward laugh, while Genos just sits there with a look as intensely blank as ever.

"I suppose we picked a bad time to discuss such a topic-"

"No shit Sherlock."

"Apologies."

She takes another mouth of the porridge, only to notice it had gotten saltier. "Was I really so sick to not realise it earlier?"

She pushes the bowl away, appetite gone. "Sorry for wasting your food Saitama. I just... I don't want to eat anymore."

They both nod understandingly, and Genos stands up with the bowl in hand to clean it.

"Seriously though, sorry 'bout that Fubuki." Saitama says while again scratching the back of his neck.

"It's fine. I'm just... tired."

On the bright side, she wouldn't have to waste time reporting tomorrow, and could instead just go home. That's one good thing today. Oh, but...

"So what about my sister?"

"Eh?"

"If she wakes up, then what?"

"Oh... I guess she'll just go home then."

"If she doesn't? If she creates trouble?"

"Eh. Better here than outside, right?"

"I suppose..." Fubuki agrees hesitantly, glancing at her sister again. She hadn't moved at all since she last looked at her. Wait, but then-

"Saitama, where would Genos sleep?"

"Eh?"

"That's his futon right?"

Saitama blinks as if he hadn't considered this. "Ah. I think he'll be fine on the floor."

"Wha-after all she's done, you'd accommodate her so easily?"

He scratches his temple, humming in thought. "I mean. Sure she's a brat and all, but she's sick. It'd be wrong for her to sleep on the floor. Besides, I don't think Genos minds. He sleeps so easily. Plus, I don't really mind the floor either."

"Huh? What do you mean you don't mind the floor either?"

"I meant you'll be using my futon tonight. That's fine with you right?"

Hell no, she'd rather die in a fire!

"I s-suppose it's fine."

A dumb smile comes to his face. "Cool. I'll leave ya to it then." he headed into the bathroom with a set of pyjamas, leaving Fubuki alone to contemplate her life and how it had ended this way, with her dying of embarrassment. Genos returns while Saitama was in the bathroom, and Fubuki hopes its to put her out of her misery.

"I suppose Sensei has informed you of your sleeping situation?"

Welp, her hope was misplaced. "Ye-yes. He has."

"You need not worry, Sensei is not the kind of man to do unspeakable acts to you whilst you are asleep." the cyborg deadpans, and Fubuki curses whoever gave him the ability to limit his facial movements to say such things so monotonously.

"That's not what I was thinking you moron. I was just... embarrassed that I'd give you both so much trouble."

"You're treating it as something more than it is. We are treating two sick people, that is all. You're thinking that we are burdened by the obligation to nurse two women back to health at the cost of something of our own."

How the hell did he say the exact same thing two different ways and why did it make sense the more she thought about it?

"Ow, okay, my head hurts. Thanks Genos. I hate you."

"Apologies, I forgot that your mental capability has weakened significantly."

"I. Hate. You."

Genos chuckles. "You should rest now Fubuki. I shall ask Sensei to escort you and Tatsumaki home tomorrow so that you won't have to."

She silently thanks him, keeping as menacing a glare as she can trained on him. His smirk doesn't fade.

With a tired sigh, she heads to her-Saitama's futon, and plops herself down. She curses whoever put her in such a situation, before closing her eyes. The darkness returns and with it, a familiar feeling.

A/N

I got the cold whilst writing this. I guess the thing about people talking behind your back making you sneeze is a real thing.

EDIT: I can't believe I wrote City Z... thanks for pointing that out Guest.