The atmosphere in the small apartment was tense (and not because it was a million degrees due to genos) but tense as in well... awkward as hell. The bald man who was now half naked for the second time was a little agitated due to his now mortified student. But nonetheless the man knew he had to follow through and teach his disciple. Pausing his footwork saitama dancing partner immediately stopped in perfect synchronization with his teacher. Saitama nodded approvingly half proud at his teaching and at his student. "now it's time for you to learn some more group dances, in pretty sure those bastards *who didn't even invite me* will have a couple of those. Genos stood frigid as if someone had blasted him with an ice ray. Which would be appropriate considering their cartoonish life style of "heroin". "Are you serious? um… sensei." the teen said in disbelief groaning at the ridiculousness of it all. The cyborg knew in his entire heart if it weren't for him wanting to register with his idol that he wouldn't be forced to go to this pretentious event of elitists and good for nothings. But that was really the only part he actually regretted of becoming a hero. That and the fangirls, some of them were quite impressive, in a weird scary shit you rants kind of way.
"Hey if you want we could stop this now and call it a day." saitama motioned, picking up the habit of him digging for gold. His student interjected and pleaded for saitama to continue. Not really because of his desire to learn to dance, but because he highly enjoyed being taught by his teacher, which gratefully didn't involve vague speeches and mentions. Not that genos wasn't infatuated with his teacher's verbal instructing as well. He just enjoyed this moment. The clueless blonde not quite grasping the whole picture but he knew he enjoyed dancing with saitama. It made him feel more... normal.
"Well then stop complaining." saitama smirked and flicked genos's forehead gently. The same action he had done when ending the battle between the two. Genos touched the same place his master had and could've sworn he could feel the warmth of his master through his lifeless metal fingertips. "Hai!'' genos said excitedly. Quickly grabbing ahold of his master's hands, in the position as instructed. Saitama couldn't hold back a laugh. Genos was showing improvement but his actions were clumsy and eager. Like a dog that had just learned a new trick. And was more than ecstatic to use it at any given moment. Even if that moment happened to be highly inappropriate.
The cyborg inwardly pouted at his master's reaction thinking it was his master not approving with genos's actions. But he continued the more intricate dance saitama was beginning to teach. His master's bare feet hadn't been stepped on in over ten minutes. Genos could only conclude that it was a good sign of his betterment as a dancer. He was beginning to actually looking forward to the event. Although that meant he would have to dance with someone else. Genos found himself upset at the thought. Deciding to intrude on the comfortable silence that had begun to rest in the kitchen genos asked a question that had been burning a hole through his artificial skull. "Where did you learn how to dance, sensei?" hoping that it wouldn't be considered prying genos looked up from his feet and into the eyes of his teacher. How had he not noticed that they were such a rich brown?
"Ah... my mom taught me." saitama said, the man's face was calm. As if he were about to retell a fond memory. Genos tried to picture the woman who must've given birth to such a magnificent person. But alas the teen was having more of a baby Jesus and Mary moment in his imagination. plus, he couldn't get a fairly accurate picture of saitama mother without picturing her without hair. "What was your childhood like? If you don't mind me asking sensei." again genos's gear in his mind were turning at an alarming rate. The teen pictured an abnormally buff child doing pullups at a jungle gym.
"If I knew the answer I would tell you genos. I don't really remember much. My past hasn't really ever been a concern of mine. Though I do remember,'' saitama took a second and laugher fondly. "I do remember always getting into fights with older kids."
Genos forgetting his usual formalities praised his master "that must have been how you became such an excellent fighter! I am certain you were a force to be reckoned with even at that time." Saitama smirked "push! Not even! Man I remember I was always getting my ass kicked! I remember this one time, some kid had made fun of my mom for "sleeping around a lot". Which I definitely didn't know what that meant at the time. But I just decided to haul ass! Man I had a temper!'
Genos was silent.
"I was laying into them. I really though I was doing some work on the bastards!" saitama secretly remembered the adrenaline rush he had during that time. He wish he could have that again. "But one of the bigger guys just picked me up like a sack of potatoes and flung me into this old mans barbed wire fence. Ugh! Now that I remember, I was crying a lot, snot running down my face and everything. The kids just kept kicking me. It wasn't until the man who owned the property came out that the kids ran away… "Saitama sighed happily "I don't know what was worse. Getting beat up or having to face my mom's wrath."
Genos trembled a little. Picturing the one he admired in youth holding his head in fetal position crying. A pathetic sight, layered with the inevitable promise that there was a painful suffering. But yet his thought of saitama didn't alter at all. even though all of what his master had told him was the complete opposite of what was infront of him,
"you know that guy who works as a cashier at the grocery store?"
Genos nodded
Saitama knew genos's reaction before he even spoke. "Same bastard who flung me at the fence and called my mom a whore."
Genos stood shocked. All the while mentally planning the demise of the unsuspecting cashier. Saitama sighed. "Not that the guy remembers me. I mean I did lose all my hair and I have a good two decades of growth since then. Funny how the guy who I was terrified of now rings up my dinner." genos though in a turmoil of conflicting emotions, still admired the forgiving nature of his master. Genos wasn't sure if he wanted to be like saitama for that trait, or stop the hero from being to generous all the time. When there were people who obviously didn't deserve it.
"I even have a scar from it." saitama mentioned. Directing the back of his shoulder to poke through. Genos noticed a small scar the length of a pinkie finger etched across saitama smooth skin. "It's a shame I don't get those anymore..."
Genos finally interjected, all he could think about was his own annoyance of his always having some form of scratch because of his incompetence and lack of experience as a hero. "Why would you want those?"
"Because, it's the only way I can have proof of anything. I mean, not even the public gives me any gratification for what I do. but maybe if I have some scars I can alwasy have a physical reminder of the hard work i do. plus its a great bar story."
genos allowed his inner emotions to seep through his external appearance. his face adopted a pout. the dance between the two was drawing to a close, somehow the two had floated into the hall without the others noticing. saitama beginning to become awar of his students childish look knew that his student had alot to process. most likely the teen was going to have a lot to write about in his creepy biography of saitama. "hey. if you can make my favorite food i'll see if i can watch you dance at the event." the older man said this mostly because of his own desire to see how his hard work payed off. and because he knew he would enjoy seeing the blonde cyborg happily show his new trick. saitama yeilded with imself that he would definetly be enteratined by it all.
genos froze in shock and anticipation. he seemed jumpy in excitement. "really?!" he paced in place already planning how to make the meal.
"ya… ya." saitama yawned into his hand." just dont set the place of fire again."
"YES SIR! genos had long but bolted towards the store.
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" AND DONT KILL THE CASHIER!"
