A/N: The author cannot speak as she is too busy making incoherent sounds of anger.
Sweet Spot
Genos was given a choice once to have "human" traits installed into his being. He refused. He wanted absolute destructive power. Simple feelings like allergies, cramps, shivers, and hunger were hindrances he chose to abandon. He sometimes remembered what they felt like, but those weren't thoughts he wanted to dwell on.
He was reminded more than ever after choosing to live with Master Saitama.
Saitama yawned when bored or sleepy, rolled his shoulder or wrist, grumbled if faced with constipation and sneezed. For someone so powerful, he still displayed being entirely human and it was fascinating.
Another feeling Genos had forgotten, was itching.
Saitama twisted and turned, his hands roaming around his back as his fingers crawled all over, apparently trying to reach a specific area on his back.
"Dammit this is irritating." He grumbled.
"Do you require my assistance Master?" Genos said, kneeling beside Saitama who was sitting in front of the television.
"I got this damn itch on my back."
"Shall I go and purchase a back scratcher for you? Or any creams or powders to relieve the sensation? Or perhaps-"
"Hey, can you scratch my back for me?" Saitama interrupted.
Scratch Master Saitama's back? Genos hesitated for exactly a second. He had never been given such a hands on task. His hands didn't have fingernails, so would they even be effective? Should he attempt to use more force given how tough the man's skin was? Or should he be gentle?
Genos blinked, cutting off all his extra thought processes and reached out, as though he was about to prod a sleeping monster. Placing his hands in a claw like shape, he clutched partially and began gently moving his fingers on an upper area of Saitama's spine.
"A little lower." Saitama said, quietly.
If Genos had normal air ways he'd probably be holding his breath. He moved lower, causing the other man to shiver. Genos almost stopped completely but his auditory and optical sensors detected no issues or errors. He couldn't believe he actually physically affected the man when he was untouchable in a fight.
"Gettin' there. Little to the right, harder-theeere we go." Saitama sighed, letting his body practically melt with the sensation. "Thanks Genos."
The teen in question answered with a less than loud "I'm honored, Master."
His mind was still reeling.
Saitama stood and stretched, shoulders making a soft pop as he raised them over his head and one of his legs quivered slightly. Genos watched his entire form in awe. All that power in a man who asked for his assistance with just scratching his back.
Genos couldn't feel those small irritations anymore, yet somehow his powerful Master made them seem like something special.