Prompt: "I had on my prettiest dress and he never even looked at it", requested by kagomes-lover/inuluvskags1


It was quite a pleasant day outside…minus some mild annoyance quickly dispatched by Genos. Kagome would have to remember to thank him personally later, despite Saitama's sour face of having his thunder stolen. Again. Still, tugging nervously at the hem of her white lacy dress, she peeked at his face.

And found herself sighing quietly with disappointment at the lack of emotion. She hoped that with a warm, sunny weather, the sky as blue as it could be, and her home-cooked meal would have at least provoke something from Saitama. Hell, she flickered her gaze at the greenery of their surrounding, they were even in a lovely park!

Genos, having always approved of Kagome as Saitama's chosen (his words, not hers and honestly, had Saitama ever seen her beyond her cooking?), vowed he will up his patrol and rid of all monsters intending to ruin their date. So far he kept well on his promises, and stayed away in a reasonable distance to give them some space.

Ignoring an explosion some miles away, Kagome poked Saitama into his ribs, "What about that spot, Saitama?" She pointed to a particularly large tree standing tall, the leaves were blustering against a cool breeze and the sunlight were filtering through the shade below.

He peered at it, and dipped his head into an approval, "Okay, good spot." Saitama flexed his arm and rose the picnic basket he held, and glanced at her at his elbow, "Come on." He seemed to want to say something, but thought better of it. Saitama looked away, eying the tree.

Kagome gave a small smile, having already understood his hesitance, "Right, I'm hungry too."

She received a dorky grin in return, almost sheepish, before he tugged her insistently. The moment Saitama looked away her smile dropped, and once again she pulled at her jacket and fixated a tired glare at her adorable pair of cowboy boots.

Impatient, Saitama set out to throw the blanket down on the ground right when they arrived. With no grace he flopped down, taking up a generous space on the plaid cloth, and dragged the basket toward him. He fished out the containers and grabbed a bunch of napkins, setting them in a neat order.

Sighing at Saitama's antics, Kagome settled on the remaining spot and watched her boyfriend (was he really? She couldn't remember if they even have any label to describe what they are. He certainly never said anything.) popping open the bento boxes and snapped the disposable chop sticks apart. She blinked when Saitama handed one, with a pair of chop sticks on top of the foods, to her, "Here."

"Ah, thank you." Kagome accepted, and sighed at the colorful sight of the fruits of her hard labor. Over few hours spent in the kitchen she couldn't blame Saitama from loving her. Her foods, that is. Still, she took a chomp of the strip of yakiniku, and shuddered at the explosion of flavors in her mouth. Could she have used a pitch too much spices?

He bowed his head toward her, "Itadakimasu!" Then Saitama chowed away happily, a glimpse of happiness slipping through his usually plain expression. The noises he made made her giggle.

Her small laugh died into a quiet unsettle, but she pushed herself to at least eat to empty her bento box.

There was no conversation or anything, there were only noises of eating, birds chirping, and occasional sounds of destruction. If she had to be honest to herself, she was a little disappointed at this date.

Realizing that those were getting nearer, they paused eating. Saitama fixated on a certain point in a curtain of green and brown. He blinked when the noises died, and he shrugged, resuming his eating. She followed suits, sensing only Genos in some miles away.

And then the tree behind them splintered.

Saitama yanked Kagome out of the way when the ground they were on, split into a large fissure. A giant purple claw curled in into the dirt, black talons glinted underneath the sun, as the creature bolstered a roaring laughter, "You? A puny human?!" It snarled, the red eyes glared at Saitama. He stared gobsmacked at what little crumbs of the foods Kagome worked so hard to make appearing from the mound of dirt. For once he seemed to be deaf to the monster's insults of his naked head, and Kagome slipped away from his slacked grasp. She backed away, slipping behind his person.

"But there is no doubt! A man with a shiny head like yours! Can only be responsible for the death of my mate!" It perched on the top of what was left of that poor ancient tree, pulling back the hand, snorting air into Saitama's direction.

He didn't respond, still staring at the pile of dirt with a heartrending expression.

Agitated at lack of pleading for his life the monster snarled, "Are you daft and dumb, human?!" It pressed further into the dirt to rear up, unknowingly squishing a piece of food's content out of its shell.

And Saitama snapped.

He launched onto the creature's wide face, his face twisted with grief he felt bubbling from within, "Kagome worked so hard on the meal!" Saitama bellowed, pulling back an arm.

Kagome flinched at his shaky voice, ice shuddering throughout her veins. It was all about the food, wasn't it? Pivoting she missed the sight of the gorey pieces of what once remained of the purple offender exploding. She walked briskly away from Saitama.

Lest she'd collapse on her knees and cry her eyeballs out. It's so, so stupid but is it too much for Saitama to pay her some compliment outside of her foods?

Slipping through the curtain of trees she blinked when she caught a sight of a lumbering Genos, an arm and some bits of his side was missing. He stiffened at seeing her, "Kagome-sama! Forgive me, I failed in my dut—"

She shook her head, "Don't worry about it." She sidestepped by him and continued her even pace deeper into the woods.

Frowning Genos shifted to her, "Kagome-sama? What's the matter?" This wasn't of her norm. Usually she'd make a fuss over his sorry state and rib into Saitama for some reason or another, to take him to his doctor to be fixed. But, now, she wasn't even reacting. Granted he was mostly intact than usual, but still…

Inhaling a deep breath, she shrugged and murmured slowly, "I had on my prettiest dress and he never even looked at it." And she continued on her way, her shoulders bowing. He caught a sniffing, while she disappeared behind the trees.

Genos blinked and found himself wanting to smack his sensei. He stayed where he was, his sensors detected Saitama hurrying. He had to clench his only hand, so not to whack Saitama until his senses returned to him. Genos may know little about handling women, but he was positive compliments were a grand way to making them happy and to keep the relationship intact.

"Genos! Where's Kagome?" Saitama huffed, beads of sweat rolled from his too-shiny head. They weren't the sign of his exhaustion, but rather, out of something else. Concerns, Genos was sure.

"Sensei," Genos bored his eyes onto Saitama's unflinching expression, "why is Kagome-sama upset?"

Saitama blanched, "Why was she?!"

He wondered if palming his face was offensive, "Sensei, have you paid her compliments recently?" Genos hoped Saitama would realize his idiocy done toward his significant other and quickly.

"Yeah, her food is…" Saitama then turned sad at the memory of that tragedy, "was great."

Silence stretched, before Genos gave a small noise of disbelief, "Sensei…she explicitly told me you haven't paid her dress any compliment at all!"

Saitama paled, "I was working up nerves to tell her that! I thought she looked very pretty in it…"

"…Sensei," Genos wondered if it was worth losing his only arm whacking him, "if you highly value your relationship with Kagome-sama, I strongly encourage you to run to her and tell her that. Preferably, now."

He winced at the urgency behind Genos' words, "That bad?"

Finally his sensei get it! "Yes."

White as ghost Saitama was gone, grasses floating from where he once stood. Genos hoped they will work out their dilemmas. And soon. They are quite a couple, good for each other he thought.

With a sigh he wondered if he should return to the apartment, or stop by Dr. Kuseno to get his body fixed. Wisely Genos decided on the latter.