Updating so soon?! Why, yes. I decided I'd put my own spin on the Genos Confesses to Saitama™ fic. Hope you enjoy it!

Genos had wandered off several hours before to take a walk in order to clear his mind. It was almost torture, the thoughts swirling in his head regarding his teacher. Saitama was... strong, kind, humorous, good-looking, and an excellent teacher. He'd given Genos a home (with a bit of hesitation, of course, but a home all the same) and a warm, fuzzy feeling every time he complimented him or gave him an encouraging smile after a battle.

The cold, hard truth was... the cyborg was in love with his sensei.

Well, in love was probably a tad too strong. He had definite feelings for the fellow hero that were romantic in nature, but love? Perhaps that was down the road. Perhaps it wasn't, because the younger couldn't fall asleep without the elder lingering in his mind; thoughts of holding each other, kissing and whispering sweet nothings...

Shit. He was probably in love.

Frustrated, Genos kicked a rock, sending it flying much farther than he'd intended and hearing it break a window in the distance. With a curse, he decided to head back to the apartment. But could he tell Saitama how he felt? The bald man had said he wasn't into dudes... did that apply to cyborgs, though?

There was only one way to find out.

"Sensei, I'm home."

"Ah, welcome home, Genos," greeted Saitama, sending his roommate a gentle smile and wave from the low table, a manga in his other hand.

Home... this is home, Genos reminded himself as he slipped his shoes off, feeling out of breath all of a sudden.

"Whacha gonna make for dinner?" the older hero asked, dogearing his page and putting his manga down, looking at his friend. The day Saitama called Genos his 'friend' for the first time, Genos swore he nearly exploded. It was a word he hadn't heard in ages, and carried more meaning than Saitama could probably ever know.

"... Saitama-sensei, d-do you think dinner could wait? I..." The blond paused, rethinking his next words. What if his teacher became suspicious? That would be awful. "I'd like to tell you something."

Slowly, the 'hero for fun' nodded. "What's up, Genos? Have a seat." He patted the spot next to him, which Genos took. It took a while for the teen to work up the courage to begin, but once he did, he definitely went over his twenty word limit.

"Saitama-sensei, I see no limit to your potential. You are incredible, in every single way. From the moment I met you, and you saved my life, I knew it. I wanted to be your disciple so that I could become stronger physically, but... I think that you've also taught me some things emotionally. You've taught me how to laugh, how to shed tears of joy, and just plain how to be happy again- these are things that I never thought I would feel again, and I have you to thank, sensei! I... I could not imagine myself spending my life beside anyone but you, really. I would be honored to dedicate the rest of my years to making you happy."

To Genos' surprise, Saitama seemed to be listening, eyes locked on him intently. Just in case, however, he gave a summary.

"Ah, to give you the shorter version... I think I love you, Saitama."

This made the other's eyes go wide. He didn't move for a bit, save a few blinks, but after a moment he did smile- it was more of a worried smile, however.

"Genos... how long have you been waiting to tell me this?"

The cyborg felt small, sheepish, at the question. "A... a month or so."

Sighing, Saitama rubbed at his temple a bit. "You worry me, kid. But, hey. I'm... me, you know? I'm not gonna promise you the world, or anything. I can't. I'm really sorry. But, Genos, you're incredible, and I'm so lucky to have you, so I'll give you as much as my world as possible. How's that sound?"

"Sensei..." Genos uttered, small billows of steam emitting from his shoulders. "Y-you return my feelings?"

The bald man nodded a bit, moving forward to cup his disciple's face with both hands. "Yeah, I do. For about three weeks or so now, probably." His smile turned into more of a happy one as one thumb caressed the younger man's surprisingly soft cheek. "Can I kiss you, Genos?"

Of course, Genos nodded, and Saitama closed the gap in between the two of them, melding their lips together in their first kiss.

They didn't eat dinner until late that night.