"Sensei," Genos yelled, running up to the yellow and red clad hero. "You were amazing!"

"Oh, Genos," Saitama said, turning around to meet the cyborg. His expression was formed into his usual uncaring look. He pulled up his glove, stretching it iteratively. "That monster wasn't anything," he looked down at his cape, which looked like it had been put in the shredder. "Though he did manage to ruin my costume."

Genos stopped when he got in front of his Master. He knew that the monster was no match for Saitama, but even so, he still amazed him. He had gone to fight the monster before hand, but it was too powerful for him.

"That monster was a threat level demon." Genos stated. Saitama looked up, picking his ear.

"Really? Well, that should help my rankings, right?"

"Yes sensei."

"Are you alright?" Saitama asked, seemingly just noticing the state his friend was in. One of his arms had been torn off, and there was a large hole on the side of his stomach.

"Yes sensei."

"You don't look it," Saitama said, taking a step closer. He brushed his fingers against his loose circuits. "You should be more careful next time."

"Y-yes Sensei." Genos could feel his gears start to turn at the sudden closeness. Saitama didn't seem to mind, and he trailed his hand from his missing arm to his fringed shirt. Genos gulped and looked down at his master.

Saitama looked up at him, his expression going from his usual bored to something else...some thing more sensual. It was as if they were magnets. They slowly started to lean closer to each other, their breaths shortening. Saitama closed his eyes, and Genos could only watch as he began filling the gap. His masters lips were mere centimeters away. Slowly, Genos began to close his eyes close also.

Genos shot up, breathing heavily. He ran his hands through his hair, his eyes wide. He checked his surroundings, and was relieved when he realized it was Saitama's house. He examined his body, noting that both of his arms were in check and their wasn't a giant hole in his side.

Finally, he noticed Saitama, who was sleeping soundlessly in his mistress across from him. He let out a breath of cool air.

It was just a dream.

Genos didn't even know he could still have them, which was probably why it felt real. All too real. He looked over at Saitama again, who had rolled over so that his back was facing him. Genos watched as his body lifted up and down in sync to his breathing.

'What was that dream? Why did sensei get so close? We're they about to-' Genos shook his head. Of course Sensei was not about to kiss him, he didn't 'swing that way' anyways. And neither did he. Though he could not deny Saitama's charm.

Genos pressed his lips together. Some thing must be wrong with him to think of an image such as...that. Yeah,that was it. He would have to ask the professor about it later.

With that thought in mind, he laid back down, making sure he was as far away from the other male as possible. He rested his head on the pillow, closing his eyes, hoping that he would not have another dream.

"Ah, Good morning Genos," Saitama said from the stove,noticing his cyborg friend slowly making his way to the table. "You don't look too hot." Saitama added.

"Good morning...Saitama sensei." Genos yawned. He decided not to comment on Saitama's observation. He propped his elbows on the table, and rested his head of his hands. Saitama walked up to him, carrying two bowls.

"I made udon soup," Saitama said, handing a bowl to Genos. Genos had to hold down an unwanted blush as he felt Saitama's hand brush against his. "Careful, its hot." Saitama warned.

"Thank you, sensei." Genos said. He stared at the bowl of noodles, feeling lost in the steam. He could feel his eyes slowly dripping close ad he tried desperately to stay away.

"Oi, Genos,are you even listening?" Saitama asked, with a piece if noodle still dangling from his mouth. Genos shot his head up, shocked to hear his name.

"Y-yes?"

"You seem tired, maybe you should go back and get some rest." Genos shook his head.

"I had trouble going to sleep, but there is no need to worry, sensei, I'll be fine. "Genos reassured. Saitama eyed him, but shrugged. He continued to talk, but Genos found it hard to connect with his words. His head began to bob back and forth, his eyes became heavy. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stay awake.

THWACK!

"The hell, man?" Saitama said, quickly getting up from his chair. Genos head was on the table, his face covered in udon soup. Saitama wrapped his arms around Genos's back and chest, lifting him up from the table (which now had a large crack running down it.) "Exactly how much sleep did you miss? I'm calling the hero's association to tell them your off duty today."

Genos was too tired to argue. Instead, he allowed Saitama to lead him too the living room.

"You know, you're really heavy." Saitama grunted. Genos wanted to apologize for the inconvenience, but the lack of sleep was still taking it a toll. They finally made it too the living room, where Saitama helped him onto the couch. "Now get some rest, Genos. You can't save anyone falling asleep on the job."

"Thank you sensei." Genos mumbled. He watched as Saitama turned around and head back to the kitchen, probably to clean up the mess he had made. Genos would have to apologize for that later. For now, he would try and catch up on the sleep he missed last night.

"I had a dream yesterday." Genos stated. Dr. kuseno looked up from his computer, lifting his goggles to the top of his head.

"Did you now?"

"Yes. I didn't know I could still have them."

"Well, you're brain is still organic, and the brain can work wonders. I didn't think you could have dreams either, but it's not impossible." Dr. kuseno chuckled. Genos stared at him with a stoic expression. The scientist coughed, his expression changing to serious. "So you had a dream, that doesn't seem to be an emergency. What happened in it."

Genos turned his head, pressing his lips together. He tried to recall the events that had taken place in his dream.

"I was running up to sensei, who had just defeated a level demon monster. He told me the monster wasn't a threat at all, but I disagreed. Sensei noticed that I was missing an arm and asked if I was okay. He then got closer to me, really close. He said I should be more careful next time. And our faces got closer and we...I think we-"

Genos could not get the word out, it was too embarrassing. Him and sensei doing such an unspeakable act. Yet, it made his body feel hot and tense.

"Genos," the doctor said, placing a .the cyborgs shoulder. His expression was stern. "You're young. It is common for young people to have dreams like that. You do seem to idolize this sensei of yours, so that is probably why you dreamt of him. It is nothing to worry about."

Genos nodded, but he doubted it wasn't anything to worry about.

Genos walked into the house, caring a brand new wooden table.

"Sensei, I am back."

"Oi Genos, what took you so long? You've been gone all day." He heard Saitama yell from the living room. He went to the kitchen, and placed the new table where the old on used to be. He then walked to the living room,finding Saitama on the couch,flipping through the channels lazily.

"I brought you another table." Genos said. Saitama turned his head to meet his friend.

"Oh,thanks Genos. You didn't have to," he then turned back around, and began clicking the remote again. "I know it was an accident." Genos nodded, taking a seat on the other end of the couch.

"Master."

"Eh...I told you not to call me that." Genos ignored the comment.

"Do you ever have dreams?" Saitama didn't look at him, and Genos was thankful he hadn't. He felt embarrassed for asking, but he had to know he wasn't the only on. His hands were pressed tightly around his knees as he waited for Saitama's answer.

"Uh...sometimes. Not often though. Why?" Genos wanted to ask what he dreamt about,but decided against it. Saitama would probably ask what he dreamed about, and he wasn't ready to share that.

"Just curious." He heard Saitama mumble something about being weird. Secretly, Genos wondered if he ever dreamt of him.

I don't really know what I'm doing with this story. Guess I'll just wing it.

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