the demon cyborg held the formal piece of paper in his metal hands. the last time he wanted to blow up a piece of paper so bad was whenever it was a piece of written harassment, towards his beloved sensei. golden orbs scanned the article of text one more time- in hope that maybe the bit of information was misread- it wasn't. the teen who was incapable of showing complex emotions had his artificial face scrunched up in pure distaste. the hard mask of a human face was furrowed showing wrinkles and folds giving the impression of skin being there. if the creator of the face was here he would have been ecstatic at his handiwork. genos would be, because it would show him being human. but right now the young man cared about nothing except his letter.
"oi! more fan mail genos?" a muscular man stood close to the agitated cyborg. obviously not reading any signs of negativity from the other man. the older man stood comically in childish pajamas with his right pinkie finger permanently stuck up his opposite nostril. once digging for gold, it was now resting in its shameful position. the caped baldy cared less.
the blonde teen startled incinerated the paper quickly. noticing his stupidity of an action he apologized profoundly and bowed. his artificial mop of golden locks now the only thing in saitama's vision. the pajamaed hero now adopting his infamous comical appearance (more resembling an egg with a face on it) sweat dropped. "a-ano…" saitama's mouth twitched in attempt to hide a smile. the man sighed. whatever it is his "disciple" is fretting over it obviously had to be really important if it meant it had his stoic student flustered like a schoolgirl. knowing that it would be a while before the issue would be resolved, saitama flopped on the cheap dining table. the plastic legs creaked in compliance to it's owner's actions. swinging his toned legs back and forth childishly the man relaxed into his position. the disciple still bent over in groveling position.
"explain."
any other time the young teen would have been beyond overjoyed that his sensei was paying attention to him outside of the battlefield; right now he wished his armor was equipped with an invisibility function.
"i-it's just fanmail, sen-"
saitama interjected "you burnt a chunk out of the cabinet." genos cringed staying in his bowing position he glanced to the left of him. his yellow irises going as far as they could- straining against the black area of his eye. he winced noticing the charred corner of his master's kitchen cabinet. the once cheap tiling of the surface now was a new black color. the cyborg appalled at his actions set out to fix the victimized furniture. saitama stood mildly entertained by his student rummaging and incoherent apologies.
"i-it's a formal event to honor all s-class and above heroes, they sent me an invitation to join the party. apparently it's an obligation for all new heroes because it is a good way to boost publicity." the cyborg refusing to make eye contact continued to fix the cabinet nervously. his artificial limbs expertly swaying in a storm of movement. saitama was curious to why his student had reacted the way he did to a simple event, but he found his reactions surprisingly endearing nonetheless. saitama shook his head at the thought.
"so.. what's the problem here? don't have a suit?'' saitama mused flipping through the discarded manga on the table. he obviously showed no displeasure to his student's figitidiness (is that a word? ) and his damaged home. genos finished with his handiwork stood awkwardly in front of his seated master. "um..no.. that's not it." the cyborgs attitude was highly different from his usual talkative and blunt attitude. the cyborg seems embarrassed. unwilling to let his teacher know the truth behind the ridiculousness of his actions. saitama not looking up from his well worn manga issued a hand motion to command genos's explanation.
"They want us to DANCE!''
the cyborg emphasized the word dance as if it were a blasphemous word, one you wouldn't dare say outside the safety of your own home. his face remained expressionless but saitama had been around the teen long enough to know when the boys seemingly indifferent persona was sparked up with a feeling. "and..?'' saitama set his book down, now interested. genos seemed calm but his chest seemed to glow slightly. a soft red glow. saitama cocked an eyebrow but said nothing.
finally the man understood. it made sense that genos would be upset about the invitation. aside from the teens antisocial behaviour- there was an obvious reason why he also refuse to partake in the partying obligation that is dancing. having the tragic events happen at the ripe age of 15 it took out all opportunities of school dances and other formalities for the impressionable youth to learn to dance.
"you don't know how.. huh."' saitama rested his chin on his crossed hands.
genos avoided eye contact but nodded. he seemed unaffected by his teachers realization but saitama could've sworn the red of genos's chest was glowing brighter and hotter.
saitama jumped off the table with catlike agility. he stretched his arms overhead, the blue pajamas lifting up to show the rocklike abs underneath. the room got a little hotter from his disciples uncharacteristic chest heating.
"well i guess it's the sensei's job to teach his student." saitama grabbed a hold of one of genos's cold metal hand and positioned it at the crook of his back.
"on the count of three. one. two.''
to be continued.
