Author's notes: I know the chapter in french has been updated a while ago, I'm sorry the translation took me so long. I'm so busy at work I can't translate there anymore, and when I go home I'm too tired to write or translate or draw anything. But I finally did it, yay! And my betareader CloudFactory has been extra quick at proofreading it all so I can update tonight. Thank you for your patience, for the nice reviews (Mika and Justacuriouskitten), and enjoy! :D

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My first day with Saitama-sensei [[LIVE]]

A badly framed table's corner. The image is blurry, but a hand wrapped around a steaming cup can be seen.

"So that's what you do for a living? You film yourself live on Youtube and you wait for people to give you money?"

The image comes into focus and rises up – it seems that someone just picked up the camera. Now we can see Kuseno taking a sip from his cup, staring straight at us.

"No, uncle Kuseno. My fans don't need to pay to watch me, Youtube is paying me with the money from the ads. The more people watch my videos, the more I get paid."

Kuseno lifts an eyebrow, looking intrigued.

"Oh? And how many people are watching you?"

"Look for yourself."

The camera shifts, taking in the ceiling for a short second and trembles as it changes hands. This time, Genos appears on screen, his green eyes gazing into the camera with his usual intensity. It would seem like they are in traditional japanese living room, sober but refined – Genos is sitting on the tatami floor, his elbow resting on the low table. He is fidgeting with his cup of tea, looking unusually nervous.

"Incredible!" Kuseno says, holding the camera to center his nephew the best he can. "I see there are more than two thousands people watching!"

Genos doesn't seem very impressed by the number, though. He glances at something off-camera, his hand tightening around the cup.

"It's just getting started. We'll wait for more people to join in before I start explaining."

"How come so many young people are already on Youtube so early on a sunday morning? Don't they have better things to do?"

Genos shakes his head and sighs.

"My subscribers get a notification each time I livestream or post a new video. Also, yesterday night I revealed on Twitter that I would make an important announcement on live this morning."

"Those social networks for the youth are amazing. Twitter's a bit like Facebook, am I right? Maybe I should get down to it too, live with the times and try to get a better understanding at what you're doing to entertain your fans. Oh, there are now twelve thousands watching! Hello, young people!"

The camera turns around and briefly shows Kuseno's face and bowl cut in close-up as he waves happily at everyone watching.

"Ok, let's start. It is time… he should be there soon."

"Roger that, Genos-kun! On you in three, two, one… Go!"

Kuseno turns the camera toward his nephew again. Genos is seated in seiza with his back straight and his hands closed to fists on his knees.

"Good morning to you all."

"They say hello back," Kuseno says, sounding fascinated. "Oh my, there are so many messages I can't read them all! I see many people saying they love you. Lots and lots of tiny hearts and smiling faces too. Oh, and marriage proposals!"

Unblinking, Genos calmly keeps talking:

"I will be direct with you. There have been rumors running around since yesterday, and this video's title says it all: it is true. The Youtuber Saitama will indeed come live with me at my uncle's starting today."

"Saitama? Is that the boy you told me about, the one for whom I prepared the guest room?"

Genos nods.

"Yes. He is going through a rough time due to financial difficulties so I offered him a place to stay and wages, in exchange from what he will take part in my vlog. Thank you for agreeing to take him in, uncle Kuseno."

"He will be most welcome. Your parents and I are worried about you, you know. You're always so lonely, Genos-kun, I'm happy to see you making friends with someone your age."

Genos looks away bashfully, his cheeks flushing red.

"I make no pretense to being his friend. I am fully aware that Saitama is going to meet me and live here only because he has no other choice. But I never once thought I would get to meet my idol in the flesh, let alone make videos with him, so this is like a dream coming true. This live video will last for the whole day so you will all be able to watch us interact with each other for the first time."

The front doorbell cuts them short and Genos looks up sharply.

"That would be your friend coming," Kuseno says, turning the camera in that direction. "I hope he likes sushis, I ordered some for lunch!"

He's filming his nephew again as they both get up. Genos who is usually so stoic and expressionless looks all flustered now. He's restlessly smoothing his shirt's sleeves, throwing panicked looks at the front door, and combing back his blond hair with his fingers.

"How do I look, uncle?"

"You look a bit nervous, Genos-kun, but very handsome, don't worry. Your fans surely seem to think so too. Oh look, now there are twenty thousands persons watching this live video! I never would have thought that so many people would want to watch my nephew welcoming a friend to my home. I really don't get the young generation."

Kuseno follows Genos closely, and the camera shakes with every step as he's framing the back of his nephew's neck in close-up. He manages to adjust the focus and film a wider angle just when Genos closes his hand around the front door's knob and takes a deep breath in to gather his courage.

Kuseno is probably handling the camera at arm's length: now we have a view of Genos's determined profile and the door opening to reveal their guest on the landing.

Saitama is wearing a bland t-shirt and a khaki shorts and the only luggage he is carrying is a plastic bag hanging at his wrist. The morning sunlight is shining on his bald head and he looks somewhat wary, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Hi," he mumbles, raising a limp hand as greetings.

"Pleased to finally meet you, Saitama-sensei! Thank you for coming, I am forever grateful that you accepted my offer! Welcome in my uncle's humble home!"

Genos basically shouts his polite phrases at the top of his lungs while bowing stiffly before a bemused Saitama who stares at him like a madman.

"Huh…"

His eyebrow twitches and he swallows hard.

"So you were serious? You actually mean to pay me to crash at your place and take part in your vlog?"

Genos straightens his back with his cheeks on fire and nods fervently.

"Of course! It is a huge privilege for me to meet you and help you! Please come in, make yourself at home!"

"Okay… You're even weirder IRL than on Youtube, but okay."

Saitama looks away and rubs the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed. Genos steps back and makes a gesture to invite him in – Kuseno moves back to film Saitama's first steps into the house.

Saitama glances at the camera and widens his eyes.

"Oh wow, is that a Canon EOS 80D? That stuff costs an arm and a leg!"

The camera focuses on Saitama's flabbergasted face and Genos leading him inside, positively beaming. In years of videos on Youtube, his fans have never seen him look so happy before.

And then, the image freezes and the sound stops.

It is probably a data transmission issue, or your wifi connexion screwing up, or Youtube crashing down because of everyone rushing in to watch this video. Anyway this is the risk of livestream, you can find comfort by thinking about the thousands of other people stuck just like you, raging in front of their frozen screen, wondering what is happening right now in Genos' uncle's house.

When the video starts moving and the sound comes back a few minutes later, they are not in the entrance anymore, but in a bedroom. It would seem Kuseno let the two young Youtubers alone: Genos is the one holding the camera now, as you can see by looking at their reflection in the mirror.

"… no need to be so formal, Genos," Saitama sighs, looking jaded. "I should be the one thanking you. Without you I'd be homeless right now."

Genos's reflection in the mirror smiles and the camera's angle shifts. We can't see the mirror anymore, only Saitama who looks around him with a neutral face hard to decipher.

"This room is yours for as long as you want, Saitama-sensei. There is a computer with a webcam at your disposal so you can keep making videos for your channel. I will let you settle in, and I will call you when lunch is ready."

Saitama drops his plastic bag on the desk and nods as Genos leaves the room and quietly closes the door behind him. Once he is alone in the corridor, he turns the camera around to film his own face. His eyes are sparkling with joy and he barely refrains a grin.

"Finally. Saitama-sensei is now living with me."

I got a new landlord… [4 minutes 56 seconds]

The sound crackles when the image appears slanted and partly obstructed with blurry fingers in the foreground. It seems like the webcam is in someone's hand. It alternately focuses on the fingers and the background behind, as if not sure what it is supposed to concentrate on. It is less than ideal but you can still somehow see an impersonal but clean bedroom: there is already a futon unfolded on the floor, a computer on a desk, a cupboard and a window.

"Well, uh… This is my new home. For now, at least. I don't know how long I'm gonna stay here."

The camera turns upside down and the screen darkens completely, the lens obstructed by the palm of the hand. Some more crackling sounds, and the image comes back way clearer when Saitama's hand withdraws. He probably just fixed the webcam back on top of the computer's screen, because now we can see him sitting at the desk with the usual bored and neutral look on his face. There is a faint halo around him, sunlight pouring from the window a few feet behind him. Through the window, only blue sky and a few tree's branches can be seen.

"I'm too lazy to explain, but I'll sum up what happened since my last video: I left the manga café and now I'm living with DemonCyborg aka Genos. I've been told he's a celeb on Youtube and got plenty of fans."

Vague shrug.

"Anyway all I know it that he made a few videos about me, and offered to let me crash at his place when he saw I was deep in shit. He's a bit weird, but I kinda expected worse. His uncle is kinda cool and knows his stuff about technology and computers. It's just temporary, at least I'm not on the streets."

Saitama heaves a tired sigh and rests his elbow on the desk to lean his chin on his palm.

"I'm not used to people helping me and generally being that nice to me for no reason. It makes me uncomfortable to let Genos give me all that money, it feels like I'm taking advantage of him and his weird obsession over me."

Saitama looks away and stares into the void for a while, expressionless and lost in thought. If you're paying close attention, your eyes are drawn to a stealthy shadow at the window behind him. For a fleeting moment you can see Sonic's face and the tree's branches waving where he's grabbing them to spy through the glass window. Totally oblivious, Saitama raises his eyebrows as if he just remembered something important, and reaches out to take something off-camera and bring it in front of him. It is the tiny pot cactus – it still looks healthy despite having spent weeks in a dim manga café.

"Spike's still with me, by the way!" Saitama says with a hint of a naive smile. "It's the only thing I haven't sold out when I left my apartment."

By the time he carefully puts down the cactus on the desk so it will be framed, Sonic is gone.

"The good thing is that I'm not homeless, but I'm still at the same point. I still got to find a job and an apartment. I don't know what the future holds for me, but I can't picture myself getting up every morning to work at a boring place and do stuff I don't care about with people who hate my guts. I don't want to be like my dad and spend my life waiting for the week end to live."

Saitama looks up grimly at the webcam and waves goodbye.

"If anyone's interested, I'll take part in Genos' vlog. Bye, guys."

You'll never guess! [[LIVE]]

The live has been going on for one or two hours already when you join in. What brought you to click there? Who knows. Perhaps you were watching videos of kittens and ended up sinking into Youtube's depths. Perhaps you are one of Sonic's subscribers, in which case you have to be a bit of a weirdo. Or maybe you heard of this live through Genos' fans raging on Twitter right now, because rumors spread like wildfire on the Internet.

But the fact is that you are here, behind your screen, watching Sonic who clings on to a gutter and leans on to take a look through the window. The house he's climbing on only has two floors so if he were to fall he would probably just sprain his ankle or something. But still, you feel quite uneasy watching this if you have vertigo.

"Look at that."

Like always with Sonic's videos, he's got a camera attached to his forehead to film what he's seeing, while a gear with a sort of perch fastened to his shoulder offers a view of his face on a frame in the left corner of the screen. His androgynous face is currently scowling. Sonic narrows his eyes and stretches his neck so we get a better look at what he's looking at through the window.

Inside, there is a japanese style living room with tatamis on the floor and a low table – Genos, his uncle and Saitama are sitting there, eating sushis for lunch. Saitama looks put out when his chopstick snaps in half in his hand. We can't hear a thing, but it looks like Genos and Kuseno are telling him not to worry about it.

"Not only my nemesis Genos acts like he has totally forgotten me, but he invited in his home my new rival, that eggheaded Saitama. In a few weeks only his lame and badly framed videos gathered way more views than mine did in three years time! This is unacceptable! I spend days working on my scripts, I use all my money to get the best equipment, I do all the montage with a software I created myself, and still I have less subscribers than a baldy slacker and Genos who deleted his channel and looks down on his fans? Well if they're so popular, I might as well use them to get more views. If people want to see the playboy and his baldy, I'll get them some."

He leans on a bit more, reaching out to slowly open the window, just a bit, to listen to the people he's spying on.

"So I heard you make videos on Youtube too, Saitama-kun?"

Saitama looks up from his plate with his mouth full and stops stuffing his face to stare at Kuseno, chewing.

"Itsh chusht…"

He swallows and starts again in a flat tone:

"It's just a hobby. I've been watching and commenting videos on Youtube for years so one day I just thought, well, why not make videos too. That's all."

Kuseno looks at him with warm eyes and nods.

"Really? According to my nephew, it is an actual job. His parents had a hard time getting used to it at first, but all that matters is that he does what makes him happy."

"Yeah, I guess…"

"Anyway, I'm glad to know my nephew made a friend thanks to Youtube! Here, have some more soy sauce, Saitama-kun."

Genos suddenly turns his head to the window with sharp eyes, and Sonic scrambles back, clinging on to the gutter and holding back his breath. Nothing happens, though.

"I don't think he saw me…"

He takes the risk to stretch his neck once more and take a look inside. Kuseno is now asking questions to Saitama about his parents and gets a vague answer about a divorce, a second marriage and a new family for his mother, and too much work at the office for his father who doesn't care that much about what his son is doing with his life. Genos is gazing longingly at his idol and hanging on every word he says, so he probably didn't notice anything.

A maniacal grin spreads on Sonic's face.

"So, what do you say we sabotage their cohabitation? Hehehe…"

My first day with Saitama-sensei [[LIVE]]

A single eye in close-up. It moves back, and the camera auto focuses on Saitama's neutral face invading a big part of the screen. We can barely see the metallic shelves in the background behind him.

"Ah. I think it's working again."

He moves further back and flops down gracelessly on a chair. Sitting just next to him, so close their shoulders touch, Genos is staring intensely into the camera.

"Sorry for this interruption due to the bad connection," he declares, straightening his back. "We are now going to answer your questions on live like many of you have been requesting."

If the volume is high enough on your computer, you hear the clicking sound of the mouse. Together, the two young men turn their eyes in the same direction. They are probably looking at a second screen to read the online chatroom. Saitama's eyebrows shoot up and he looks taken aback.

"You got so many people ready to watch you all day long, Genos? Seven thousands three hundred fifty seven… and still growing!"

A smile softens Genos' face as he turns his head to gaze at Saitama with… fondness? Devotion? Wonder? Hard to tell, each one of you will have to make up his own mind.

"I usually don't get that many for a live. They are here for you, Saitama-sensei, to see the both of us together."

Saitama seems more than skeptical about that. He frowns and points an accusing finger at the live chatroom.

"Yeah well, for some reason I don't think these tiny hearts and marriage proposals are for me."

His scowl deepens as he leans on to squint at the screen, looking both put out and envious now.

"Seriously though, this is so unfair! Why do you get all those girls throwing compliments and love declarations at you, while all I get in my videos' comment section are trolls and haters?"

The smile on Genos' face is gone and he glances at the chat disinterestedly.

"All those girls care about is how I look and not who I really am. It doesn't mean anything to me."

Saitama gives him a cross look, not hiding his envy.

"And you don't even realize how lucky you are. Anytime if you want to switch places. I'll land you with the gross haters hiding behind their screen, and I'll take the girls, the hearts and the compliments."

"If this is what you want in your videos' comments, Saitama-sensei, I will make sure to leave you plenty of hearts next time."

Saitama blinks and stares bemusedly at Genos who looks dead serious.

"Huh…" Saitama hesitates, knitting his brows. "Thanks, I guess."

Genos nods with dignity and interlocks his fingers under his chin, throwing a sharp glance at the camera.

"Before we start answering your questions, I would like to remind those who just joined us that I invited the Youtuber Saitama to live with me and we will run a daily vlog together. Ask us any question you want, but know this: I won't hesitate banishing anyone showing any kind of disrespect."

As Genos talks, Saitama looks bored and shoves a chewing-gum into his mouth and starts chewing loudly like a cow.

"Icecream_Patatoes asks how long is Saitama going to stay at my home. Well I would say…"

"For as little time as possible."

"For as long as possible."

Genos and Saitama spoke at the same time, and share a brief look. Genos looks like he's about to say something, but Saitama cuts him short as he glances at the live chatroom.

"Hey, Notice_me_Senpai asks if you're gonna make travel videos again some day."

Genos narrows his eyes and stares at the camera:

"It's not impossible. From now on, I intend to dedicate myself entirely to the vlog, and everything I do will be together with Saitama-sensei. If there is any travel at all, it would be with him."

Saitama is blowing a bubble of chewing-gum, making it grow, and grow more, until his head can no longer be seen, and…

"Saitama-sensei!"

Losing his composure, Genos stares flabbergasted at Saitama whose face is covered in sticky gum now that the bubble has exploded.

"Let me help you, sensei!"

And here, in front of thousands of viewers, Genos takes a handkerchief and helps Saitama cleaning his face. At this moment, while a very focused Genos is leaning toward Saitama's face to clean it, a deafening alarm blares out, saturating the video's sound. All viewers can now watch them shouting words, but they can't hear what they're saying. However, if you know how to read on lips, you will learn that there is a fire upstairs and that Kuseno installed the alarm system himself.

Genos' hand appears on close-up and the screen turns upside down when he grabs the camera. They both run through the basement and rush to climb the stairs. The camera's shaking like hell but steadies again when they reach the second floor and dive into thick smoke that makes them cough.

"Uncle?" you can hear Genos' voice but can't see him.

"In the guest room!" another voice answers from afar.

The camera moves through the smoke, filming only shapes of the furniture and walls as they rush into the corridor. When they go into the room, the video clears. The smoke dissipates through the wide open window. The camera briefly shows Saitama's expressionless face, then Kuseno who is holding a fire extinguisher splattering water and foam on the flames burning the desk, then on Genos' and Saitama's feet. They're now all deep into about a meter high of foam.

"I don't know what happened. Everything went ablaze all of a sudden."

Genos straightens the camera to film his uncle scratching the back of his neck, staring confusedly at the extent of the damage. The desk is burned to a crisp and suddenly crumbles into ashes before their eyes. All there is left of the computer is a smoking shell, and the wall are blackened.

"The only thing I could save is this. Here, Saitama-kun, I think it's yours."

Saitama's eyebrows shoot up when Kuseno holds out his unharmed pot cactus.

"Spike!" Saitama smiles with obvious relief, taking it into his hands.

The camera turns over, and Genos' tense face appears as he films himself at arm's length.

"It reeks of gasoline. This is no natural fire, and I think I know what happened…"

"I am really sorry about this incident, Saitama-kun. This was the only guest room and now it's trashed…"

Genos narrows his eyes and turns the camera to film Kuseno who puts a compassionate hand on Saitama's shoulder.

"Meh, it's okay. I can sleep on a futon on the kitchen's floor, I don't mind."

"Out of question, Saitama-sensei!" Genos cuts him short vehemently. "Please share my bedroom with me, it is big enough for the both of us!"

Not letting him any time to answer, Kuseno smiles happily and taps Saitama's shoulder.

"Well it's settled then! I am going to fetch a mop and deal with this. You young people, go have fun!"

And then he quits the trashed guest room, leaving the both of them alone.

"Does it suit you, Saitama-sensei?"

Saitama unexcitedly looks straight at the camera.

"Meh. Why not. I've gone this far."

Let's sabotage my rival and my nemesis! [[LIVE]]

Infrared camera. We can see a silent living room all in shades of green. Like always on Sonic's channel, the main camera is showing what he's looking at, while another one is filming his face. His eyes appear white and bright, and a treacherous grin is splitting his face.

"Finally, I'm inside," he whispers, looking around him. "I could break in through the bathroom's window they had left open."

Moving like a shadow in the darkness, Sonic plasters his back against a wall and stretches his neck to take a look at the corridor. A ray of light is filtering under a closed door, and it looks blindingly bright for the sensitive camera.

"The old man has gone to bed. Saitama and Genos are both in the bedroom and the live stream has been over for an hour now. They have no idea what is going to hit them."

His grin widens like a shark's, showing his teeth.

"The fire failed, but I found another way to stop them from stealing all the subscribers. Kh kh kh…"

His snigger is even more disturbing than his grin. He walks stealthily pass the corridor and goes into the kitchen.

"We will see if they manage to make a livestream tomorrow when they're…"

He holds in front of the camera what looks like a medicine bottle. Painted in shades of green, black and white, his hand looks like a ghost's.

"… under the effect of the most powerful laxative I could find!"

Light floods the screen when he opens the fridge's door and sniggers as he starts pouring laxative inside a bottle of juice.

"In the next 24 hours I'll prepare a nice virus to screw up their computers. Or hack into Genos' bank account. Let's see if he still wants to put up with a bald parasite once he's completely broke… Oh, I have so many, so many ideas! Kh kh kh kh!"

In the light radiating from the fridge, it is hard to distinguish his features, but it is obvious by the sound of his voice that he's gloating.

Once he has emptied all the laxative, he gets up with a triumphant smirk. But when he turns around, he sucks in a startled breath. The fridge's door must have closed behind him, judging by the light fading and the infrared camera adjusting to film a very still Genos glaring coldly at Sonic with contained rage. He may be wearing onigiri print pajamas, his eyes are positively frightening.

Sonic's smile falters and his face tenses up.

"G–Genos! What a pleasant surprise! You're not sleeping?"

He takes a step back and bumps into the fridge.

Genos narrows his eyes threateningly, and everything happens very fast. His hand shoots up and grabs Sonic by the collar so brutally the camera filming his face falls on the floor and now only frames their legs. Sonic's feet raise above the ground, his toes barely touching the kitchen's tiling.

"I thought I saw you through the window this morning," Genos hisses. "I subscribed to your channel to get an alert in case you started another live video… and when I saw you broke into my home, I called the police. They shouldn't be long now, and there are plenty of proofs in your video to put you in jail."

Through the infrared camera lens, Genos' eyes glow like two beacons and make him look like a murderous cyborg. Sonic can't utter anything but gurgling noises because of Genos' hand strangling him.

Genos' glowing eyes look up right into the camera.

"Listen carefully, you all. I won't let anyone hurt Saitama-sensei. Ever."

Interferences cloud the image, and the livestream stops altogether. There is no way to know for sure if that's because of a connection issue, low battery, or a brutal collision.

5000 subscribers! [6 minutes 51 seconds]

"Hello everybody."

His face as expressionless as usual, Saitama waves at the camera to say hi. The video's quality is way better than what we are used to in his channel. His whole body is framed on screen – he's sitting cross-legged on a futon with a blanket printed with tiny hearts. He is barefoot and wears his striped pajamas. The same as usual. You might think he only own this one. Or maybe he has several pajamas looking exactly the same, who knows?

"I know it's because of the vlog I run now with Genos, but…"

A hint of a smile brightens his face.

"… I got five thousands new subscribers since the video I updated this morning. So… Welcome, I guess. I'd like to thank those who keep writing hate comments on my videos. Keep going, guys, you're making my popularity raise, that's pretty rad. A little more and I'll end up getting money with no efforts at all."

He leans on and his hand appears in close-up. The camera moves closer to Saitama until his face invades the entire screen.

"Genos lent me this laptop so I can keep making videos for my Youtube channel if I want to. So here I am. Let me show you the bedroom I'm sharing with Genos now, since the guest room went ablaze in a fire. If you watched the live you already know that, but oh well."

He shifts the laptop to film a clean and ordered room mixing both japanese tradition and western furniture. There is another futon on the floor, barely separated from Saitama's by a meter or so. There are also a desk with a computer, a dresser, and beautiful framed photos of landscapes on the walls. It seems like Saitama is currently alone in the room.

Now that he completed his tour of the room, Saitama points the webcam at his face again. His bald head is shining like a mirror under the bright ceiling lamp.

"I'm not sure what to think about all this yet. I only spoke to Genos for the first time yesterday night, and now I'm living with him and I'm gonna sleep in his bedroom. The situation is a bit weird, but heh, it's just temporary. I'll leave as soon as I find a job and a new apartment. I can't crash at a fan's place forever, even if he pays me."

His speech is interrupted by muffled sounds. Saitama glances at the window – the curtains are drawn.

"Sounds like there's something going on outside."

He gets up, leaving his laptop on the futon to film his bare feet walking away. They come back a few seconds later, and Saitama flops down on the futon.

"I don't know what's going on but there are cops outside arresting someone. Meh. It has nothing to do with me after all."

Off camera, the sound of a door opening.

"Saitama-sensei. I brought you tea."

Genos appears on screen, kneeling next to Saitama to gracefully and respectfully holds a cup of tea out to him.

"Ah. Thanks. What was all the fuss out there about? I think I heard some dude screaming, and the police was here."

"Nothing that deserves your attention, Saitama-sensei. Don't worry about it. Drink while it's warm."

Saitama takes the cup and looks back at the webcam.

"This is where I leave you guys. Genos and I are gonna watch a movie. Bye."

His hand comes close to the screen, and the video stops, freezing on Saitama's neutral face next to Genos who looks like he's bathing in pure happiness.

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[Author's note: There will be another Saitama & Genos live video in the next chapter, so if you want to fake-ask them a question, go wild, I might use it! And don't forget to mention a false Youtube user name if you do so. ^^]