Genos looked at the hard water pounding on the cheap kitchen window in wonder. His bionic senses going in overload on the details of the harsh liquid. Each little droplet was an extremity of information and aesthetic. His golden orbs flashed to the clock… 8:30... The blonde cyborg set down the same plate he had been scrubbing for over an hour. The abused plate now a good ¼ of an inch less thick. You could still see the texture of the sponge printed on the ceramic. Genos sighed. Saitama was getting to be really really late.
Not that Genos had an actually influence over his master's actions. It just made Genos feel better when his master was home. But Genos convinced himself that it was just for saitama to focus on training. Ya... training. Genos simply wanted saitama to pay attention to...training? He frowned in confusement over his own emotions and enabled his sensors. Scanning the area for what seemed to be the thousandth time, the only life force in the area was some plants. He looked at his phone, he had called his master more times than he had searched the area.
Genos grunted in impatience, whenever Genos knew he was going to rebel against the regular unsaid schedule of the two; he had the nerve to inform saitama of his pre-set actions. But the boy's master has been gone for hours now with no set of words to calm his disciple. It didn't help that the ruthless storm was only fueling the worry of the teen. Genos groaned. A human action he only allowed himself to do by himself. Here he was an S-class hero worrying about a man who could stop a meteorite in a single punch. A man who could make the element around him obey just by the sheer strength of one movement. But here Genos was actually considering the notion of putting his sensei's face on a milk carton.
Just when Genos was about to go out in the rain to search for his master himself- and maybe give the man a lecture (something he had never done)- the jiggling of the lock the blonde cyborgs attention. Finding himself instantaneously excited Genos immediately went to the door. His actions reminded him of a show he had used to see as a child. The cliché that a dog will always wait at the door for its master. Tail wagging erratically. The hormonal teen decided to ignore the similarities. The door opened to reveal a soaking wet hero. The cape of the man looked defeated in how it hung heavily on the floor. Forcing the cheap wood to be enclosed in a puddle of dirty water. Good thing there was no one underneath to suffer from a leak of saitamas drenched clothing.
Saitama looked up at Genos and smiled. The teen's empty chest filled with affection. But just like the teens upper torso, saitama had something in his chest that shouldn't be there. Genos sweat dropped. Because just like some cheesy sci-fi movie there were claws popping out of the older man's shirt. Followed by a movement of the small lump , which elicited a mewl. Saitama laughed. "Would you believe me if I said I have boobs now." Genos frowned, "no sensei... I wouldn't". His vision now glaring a hole into the moving package underneath saitamas yellow suit. So this was the reason his beloved teacher was forced into the impending rain and left Genos pacing the small apartment in worry.
Saitama no longer able to deal with the uncharacteristic anger of his student, shut the door and moved towards the dining room table. Proudly he took out the angry wriggling ball of fur. A perfectly dry specimen now fit like a puzzle piece in the man's palm. Genos had begun to stand behind his master. Toweling off his hairless head. Not really caring about the kitten. "This guy really put up a fight. He's really feisty, for someone I saw floating down the street.'' The blonde cyborg feigned interest, more focused on peeling the tight arms of his masters suit off his body. Before he caught a disease. "oi, quit worrying about stripping me and look at this cuteness."
Genos had to take a second to compose himself. His master had no idea how bad genos really did want to strip the man. Plus Geno's idea of cuteness was valued a lot differently than the angry little cat. Looking down at the now bare chest of his teacher he noticed a contrast between the man's normal perfect skin and the scratched and bloody skin. Saitama with his usual easy going attitude laughed "I have escaped alien invasions unscathed but this little bastard sure did a number on me." Saitama touched the scratched skin, grateful for the cold water that soothed the stinging pain. Genos was gone from behind him and fumbling irritably in a spare cabinet. Something about first aid kit – when you actually need it.
Little did saitama know having a dog and a cat in the apartment could be problematic...
To be continued.