"What is the level?... That does not seem to be much of a rating, I am sure a lower class can handle the situation...Of course not."

Saitama rolled over in his sleep to a formal, distant voice. It sounded like Genos but.. everything was hazy. What time was it? Probably too damn early. Sinking back into his slumber, Saitama heard a door softly close somewhere far away. A lot of things seemed far away now-a-days.


There was a darkness surrounding him. Or maybe not a pitch darkness. No that would be very definitive. This had no definition. It was an intangible feeling. There was rather a presence of an ashy cloud of smoke surrounding him. It was dense and at some point it felt as though he couldn't breathe. But realizing that was troublesome. So he simply pretended. Pretending was as real as he could get. Nothing was real. Not even he himself. Not that it mattered

"But it does Sensei. It does matter!"


"no...!"

Sitting up abruptly, Saitama realized where he was. Breathing out a sigh of relief, The man stretched into a yawn. Upon resting his hands for support on the wooden floor, he happened upon a neatly folded paper with his name scrawled on it.

"Sensei, the association requested my service to handle a creature two towns over. Since your usual daily schedule is saved in my memory, I will be home before you get out of the bath"

- Genos

"Cocky organized toaster" the groggy man grumbled to himself.

Standing up and stretching once more until his spine popped, Saitama shuffled out of the living area. Wearily throwing a look towards today's box of fan mail, he didn't even have to look to know whom it was for. Stripping as he walked to the bathroom, he stopped at the door and thought about holding off his bath and getting dressed just to mess up Genos's "timing" But that would be kind of gross. Sighing for the first time of many today, Saitama went into the bathroom and yanked down his pants. A set of fresh towels waited for him. Turning on the water for a bath, his eyes wondered about the clean bathroom. Genos worked pretty hard to keep this place up.. and then people like him go on and slob it up. Feeling guilty, Saitama flashed into the hall and picked up his clothes and put them into the empty hamper next to the bathroom door. Noticing the rising steam from the bath, Saitama turned off that faucet and turned on the smaller faucet and filled a rinse bowl. Sitting on the bathing stool, he slowly cleaned himself.

Continuing with his right shoulder he lathered it and brought the towel down over his collarbone and lower. Then pushing the towel up and around his neck, somewhere in the back of his mind he wished he had chest hair. Bringing the towel over his smooth abs. Then back up around his waist, he maneuvered the towel around his back and then reached for the bowl.

The water washed over him and rinsed the collecting suds.

Spreading his legs he washed his thighs and worked back up toward his more.. previously sensitive regions.

This was going to be a long day.


Fingering the hole in his ripped hoodie, Genos briskly walked up the stairs into the building. He was actually quite pleased with himself only having had sustained 3 injuries. And they weren't major ones either.

Genos stopped outside of the apartment door and checked his timer. It was currently 8:29 in the morning and in approximately 62 seconds his Sensei would be stepping out of the bath and within 5 minutes he will be dressed and walking out. Just to clarify his estimate, the blonde cyborg checked his heat sensor and saw the red shape of his Sensei settled in the bath.

Opening the door Genos quickly stalked to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. With two minutes to spare, he readied the table and cleaned up his Sensei's futon and neatly folded all the sheets.

Hearing the bathroom door open, Genos stood and counted the padded steps of his Sensei's bare feet.

" Good morning Sensei,"

"Hey Genos. I guess your note was right...as always?" Ending his sentence with a sigh, he sat down.

"Sensei do you have any plans to go shopping today?"

"Um...no not today..?" Saitama raised a suspicious brow. Whenever Genos presented that question, there was usually something weird he wanted to ask. Steeling himself the older man remained silent.

"There will be a hero's meeting today. And we have to go." Genos simply stated.

"Oh. Okay."

With Saitama's voice neutral, Genos took that as it was and proceeded to eat.


"Alright before we go over the status of U-city after that attack this morning, Why don't we also discuss the recent damage report from these past seven days. There have actually only been three but two of them are connected to-"

If Saitama were actually paying attention to the hero meeting versus playing his hand held, he would see of the accusing sets of eyes staring at him. But the could feel their glares. Well aside from King's, Genos's, Bang's and Mumen Rider's. But he could especially feel Tatsumaki's glare the most.

That little runt...misguided child hates his guts.

"It's not anything new. He always destroys buildings." speak of the devil.

Genos' eyes flicked over to Saitama to see if he had tensed at all from Tatsumaki's remark. He would have scolded the short thing for even going that far to badmouth his Sensei. But the older man had told him many times that it wasn't worth the effort and not to do it.

"He lacks self control and any sort of restraint when he actually does something helpful. It's a disgrace to let a yellow smear like him to even handle the most mundane of tasks."

At this remark Genos was ready to bludgeon the green haired priss with a fucking table. But as soon as his synthetic knuckles clenched, Saitama's foot lightly bumped his under the table. Dude chill that action seemed to say.

"No wait. I take that back. He doesn't handle tasks. He lets the better heroes he leaches off of handle it and then takes all the credit by landing the final blow and then screws up everything around him. It's disgusting and degrading."

Genos was livid. Fuck the table. He wanted to incinerate her. And then use her ashes to- Saitama offered a single chuckle.

"Is something funny you bald parasite?"

A vein seemed to pop out of Saitama's head, but he still held his composure.

"Oh nothing in particular, I've just always found midgets amusing." But before Tatsumaki could respond with boiling anger. Saitama sighed and went back to his game.

Genos looked around the room to the other heroes; if they weren't wearing faces of contempt, humor, or neutrality; they wore a look of nervousness.(King)

"Okay. Okay let's break this shit up. Zenko wants to go shopping later an' this bull crap is wastin' my time!" an irritated Metal Bat spoke up. His index finger tapping impatiently against the table.

Sighing heavily, the coordinator seemed to have aged within the past couple of minutes.

"Alright I'll just adjourn the meeting here and email you all the reports." He said with defeat.

Shattering the tense atmosphere, MB popped up from his seat and dialed a number. Cursing to himself as he stormed out of the room.

Tatsumaki also stormed...aggressively floated out of the room.

King stalked over to where Saitama and Genos were. Taking a seat on the other side of Saitama, King not quite knowing what to do with himself, or what exactly to say, resigned himself to watching Saitama's game process.

Genos decided to follow the coordinator to ask him questions about the information. However he felt a stronger need to express to his Sensei how wrong the green broccoli stalk was.

"Sensei I think you ar-"

Saitama simply shushed him. Looking at him with dead eyes, he nodded and went back to his game.

Knowing what that meant, Genos stood and went to pursue the coordinator for what ever extra information he meant to give. Turning the corner into the hallway Genos almost didn't notice when a particular voice called out to him.

"Hey Demon Cyborg."

It was Tatsumaki.

Genos wanted nothing more than to keep walking but he was sure her powers would most likely keep him there. But he was sure if he blasted her now she wouldn't have the chance.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Going to find the coordinator. Now if you excuse me-"

"That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean?" Genos felt a sense of impatience.

"What are you doing to yourself as a hero, with that...Why do you prostrate yourself under him?"

"Sensei is the only of two respectable people in all existence. He deserves to be prostrated under. Only he deserves all of my respect. Whether or not you feel the same does not concern me." Genos responded with added venom.

"...Well whatever. The coordinator went home; he left you this." Tatsumaki's tiny hand shoved a card into Genos' waiting hand.

"It's an opportunity. All of the S-class have to do it. He thinks your ready for it. This meeting is very important and invitation only. Not going would be bad. The date and other information it on the card." With that, the black clad hero turned on her heels and aggressively floated down the corridor.


The day seemed to be longer than it should have. Saitama wasn't physically tired but he was mentally tired. Genos was outside making repairs to the veranda. Fixing the chipped cements replacing the bars of the balcony and other stuff. Saitama had offered to help but as always was rejected. He wanted to just chill out and read manga but for some reason he couldn't.

He felt... bad.

Really bad.

Not perplexed, but just bad...

His emotional state swirled so many troublesome thoughts but there was only one clear word on his mind:

"parasite"

Saitama's breath seemed to leave him in one short burst.

The loud sounds of Genos' hard work seemed to fade. It was like a rhythm.

A rhythm that made him think back to the meeting. No not the meeting. It made him think back to the bits and pieces of Genos' past he actually remembered. It made him think back... Saitama bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood.

It snapped him back.

But only back to sounds of work that Genos should not be wasting his time doing.

"Fuck.."

Saitama dragged his hand down his mouth and took a breath. He slouched his back all the way down to the floor and covered his eyes with his elbows.
He has totally screwed up as a teacher.


"Sensei, I've... Sensei.." Genos didn't know what to say. He has noticed a sharp decline in his Sensei's mood ever since they got home. Even now, after dinner Saitama hasn't really said much. Well that isn't much to go on since he isn't a talkative person. Yet, upon closer inspection, the man seems out of it. They were both lounging, enjoying the peace but Genos saw that his Sensei has been staring at the same page of his manga for the past couple of minutes. But now that he can say something, all of his internal processes come to a blank.

"Sensei. Are you okay?"

"Uh. Yeah."

"Sensei, you are the most awe-inspiring person I have ever met and I know I am not on your level yet. But any despairing thoughts that infect your heart, I want to heal. Even if I am not capable in other things. Saitama-sensei I want nothing more than your happiness. And though I am not worthy of your heart sunken feelings..."

"Who said you weren't worthy? What makes you even see me as..." Fully looking at the cyborg, Saitama wore a face Genos had never seen him wear before. But that in itself was disconcerting. Then as soon as it had flashed on his features it was gone.

"Sensei-"

"Genos. Where you ever able to get that email the coordinator said he would send us?"

"..Yes. It was not about anything in particular." Genos expected the subject to change.. So until he had a way to confront the man, he had to do what he could until the to keep his Sensei's mind off of his burdens. Until he could handle those burdens. Yet he had a hunch about it. A green haired hunch.

"I received an invitation to a party hosted by the Hero's Association but I-"

"A party? You should go."

"But I only want spend my free time wit-"

"Genos I think this will be a good opportunity for you to grow as a hero. You should go."

"Grow as a hero? Aren't we training now?"

"Hush. When is it?"

Showing Saitama the card. Saitama gave Genos a strained smile.


Genos is too sharp for his own good. Any and all personal feelings I have are not important. Saitama told himself.

"Sensei, you are the most awe-inspiring person I have ever met and I know I am not on your level yet. But any despairing thoughts that infect your heart, I want to heal. Even if I am not capable in other things. Saitama-sensei I want nothing more than your happiness. And though I am not worthy of your heart sunken feelings,"

"Who said you weren't worthy? What makes you even see me as..." What makes him see me as someone so important?

Saitama seemed compelled to look at Genos. He felt so... unnecessarily emotional.

"Genos I think this will be a good opportunity for you to grow as a hero. You should go."

"Grow as a hero? Aren't we training now?"

"Hush. When is it?"

Showing the older man the date on the card. He felt a selfish desire.

But this was such a great opportunity for Genos to become an independent hero. Feelings are troublesome. It doesn't matter what I want. This is something that Genos has to do. If he doesn't I will be accountable as his..teacher.

"Oi Genos, you gotta go to this."


Holy Frick I did it. I wrote the second chapter. I felt this chap was off somehow. Maybe I should request a beta with a fresh set of eyes?

Any ideas? I have followed this ship for a while, But I am new at writing fanfiction about it. Saitama's and Genos' attitudes are very original.