Chapter 1

Genos sighed, blow-drying the dishes as his sensei watched the news, lying on his futon. He turned back to what he was doing as he put the plate from last night's udon feast.

"Hey Genos, any calls from HA yet?" Saitama called, still looking at the TV.

"Iie, sensei. None yet." he called back over his shoulder.

"Hmm, that's a shame." said the bald hero. "It's been too long since an attack. It's so quiet here."

"I agree, sensei." the blonde cyborg finished the dishes. "But do not get too hasty. Trouble will surely come around soon enough."

"Hmm, I suppose you're right." he flipped through the TV channels.

Genos sighed before saying, "Sensei, there's a sale today that ends in 30 minutes. If we hurry we can make it before it ends."

Saitama jumped up, grabbing his Oppai hoodie, "Well why didn't you tell me before?!"

"Gomenasai, sensei…"

"It's alright, just don't let it happen again. Come on!"

"Whew, glad we made it in time, huh, Genos?"

"Hai, sensei."

Saitama stopped, "Hey, Genos."

"Hai, sensei?"

"Stop calling me 'sensei', it makes me feel old."

Genos stopped as well, holding the bags in his hands. "Then what shall I call you, sensei?"

Saitama groaned. "My name is Saitama, so call me that."

"But sensei-!"

"It's Saitama. Sai-ta-ma." the hero slowly said.

"Sensei…"

"Sai-ta-ma. Say it."

"S-Saitama."

"Again."

"Saitama."

"Louder."

"Saitama."

"Louder!"

"Saitama!"

Saitama smiled as he started walking again. "Good. Now just call me that from now on."

"Hai." the cyborg paused. "Saitama."

The pot boiled as the blonde cyborg looked at his laptop. He scrolled through the pages of the Hero Association website and showed a faint smile.

"Saitama-sensei! You've moved up from Class B rank 7 to rank 1!"

"Really?!" the bald hero poked his head out of the kitchen. "Haha, you better watch out Genos! I'm coming for you dude!"

Genos lightly chuckled at his sensei's enthusiasm.

"What about you? I bet you moved up a few rankings too from that fight."

The cyborg scrolled farther down the website. "Yes, actually…" he stared at the rankings of all the S-class heroes. "I moved down from rank 14 to rank 16, behind Pri-Pri-Prisoner."

"Really?" the hero stuck his head out of the kitchen again, a look of surprise plastered on his face. "How'd that happen?"

The cyborg gave a nonchalant shrug of his metal shoulders and continued tampering with his laptop. "I haven't a clue, Saitama-sensei. I don't really care for my rankings."

"Why not? And I told you to stop calling me sensei!"

"Forgive me...Saitama. But my rankings seem to hold no meaning to me."

"Well, as long as you stay in the S-class rating…" he tested the noodles. "You should be fine. Hey! Noodle's are ready!"

Genos sighed as he stared out into the cloudy night sky. Saitama was already fast asleep on the futon, lightly snoring. His golden-hazel eyes pierced through the darkness like knives, scanning the surrounding area.

'I guess it wouldn't hurt,' he thought, staring at his sensei. 'To recharge for a bit. There hasn't been any attacks lately, so I highly doubt there will be any while I recharge. Besides, Saitama-sensei is asleep...I'm sure he wouldn't mind.'

Closing his eyes, the cyborg leaned against the wall and let his systems shut down for a temporary recharge session.

'I hope nothing will happen while I am defenseless…' was the last thought on his mind, before he fell into unconsciousness.