[Name] trudged home, staring at her feet.
The back of her head burned, ready to alight at the harsh stares of the onlookers. She knew she was out of the ordinary, a missing pant leg while the other was scratched and torn.
Deciding she couldn't hop home and after falling over more than a of couple times, she found a bench and rested on it, waiting until her leg had regenerated. It took longer than she thought, a total time of one hour and 20 minutes. She supposed it was better than three hours.
It was humiliating.
The marks on her clothes, the blood covering her legs, the sagging of her shoulders. It all screamed defeat, loud and shrill so the world could hear it.
She bit her lip, an unconscious habit one could guess from the marks on her lower lip, and her eyes frantically scanned the streets for something. She didn't know what, maybe someone who would smile and wave, or maybe she was searching for the laughing faces that haunted her dreams.
Her apartment came into view, and she pumped her legs faster, wincing at the fatigue that drifted around her from the rush of adrenaline earlier.
[Name] stopped in front of her door and rustled in her pockets for her keys.
Her teeth clenched harder on her lip and her eyes watered. No keys.
She raised a fist and drew it back, ready to punch down the door despite her police training instincts.
A metal fist clenched around her wrist lightly but enough to stop her from bruising her knuckles on the wood. The coldness of the metal made her shiver and she turned, already knowing who awaited her.
Golden eyes stared into her (E/C) and she stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say. The other mechanical arm thrusted keys into her face. She leaned back slightly, and took the keys from him, muttering a soft thanks.
Genos nodded and let go of her wrist. She waited for him to do something, walk away, ask to come in, or scold her of her weakness.
He did none and continued staring. [Name] grew unnerved. Deciding she had no other options she fiddled around with the keys and unlocked the door, stepping away to make a pathway for Genos.
He let himself in, closing the door behind him.
"May I come in?"
[Name] didn't know if he realized he was already in or he didn't want to seem rude, but knowing the cyborg she decided it was a little of both.
She nodded, despite her mind screaming at him to leave.
He followed her to her table, the only sitting area she had, and sat down awkwardly. The stool was small for him and the table was only meant for one person.
[Name], noticing the bumps along her bottom lip, reached in her pocket and pulled out her chapstick.
She didn't know how long they sat like that, but it must have been long as when he spoke she jumped, almost swallowing her chapstick she had mindlessly applying.
"I see you have been repaired." His eyes flicked to where her legs would be under the table. A smile wove onto her lips. She shook her head. "I'm not a cyborg. I regenerate." Sensing his confusion, she walked into her kitchen and came back with a steak knife. Sitting down again, she stabbed the knife into her arm around the same place she had demonstrated for Saitama. Genos stood up in surprise. "Why would you do tha-" He trailed off noticing the skin around the wound knitting itself back together. She held her arm out to him so he could see better. He stared intently at the wound as her skin grew together. When the wound had vanished, he sat back down. "I see. How did you come about these abilities?" [Name] pondered over the question for a moment. She had never thought about where it came from or why she had it. "Well I guess I've had them all my life" she responded. He nodded, and the conversation ended. Silence filled her apartment. It wasn't an awkward silence like earlier, but a pleasant, comforting silence that laid on the room like a blanket. And [Name] liked it.
The back of her head burned, ready to alight at the harsh stares of the onlookers. She knew she was out of the ordinary, a missing pant leg while the other was scratched and torn.
Deciding she couldn't hop home and after falling over more than a of couple times, she found a bench and rested on it, waiting until her leg had regenerated. It took longer than she thought, a total time of one hour and 20 minutes. She supposed it was better than three hours.
It was humiliating.
The marks on her clothes, the blood covering her legs, the sagging of her shoulders. It all screamed defeat, loud and shrill so the world could hear it.
She bit her lip, an unconscious habit one could guess from the marks on her lower lip, and her eyes frantically scanned the streets for something. She didn't know what, maybe someone who would smile and wave, or maybe she was searching for the laughing faces that haunted her dreams.
Her apartment came into view, and she pumped her legs faster, wincing at the fatigue that drifted around her from the rush of adrenaline earlier.
[Name] stopped in front of her door and rustled in her pockets for her keys.
Her teeth clenched harder on her lip and her eyes watered. No keys.
She raised a fist and drew it back, ready to punch down the door despite her police training instincts.
A metal fist clenched around her wrist lightly but enough to stop her from bruising her knuckles on the wood. The coldness of the metal made her shiver and she turned, already knowing who awaited her.
Golden eyes stared into her (E/C) and she stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say. The other mechanical arm thrusted keys into her face. She leaned back slightly, and took the keys from him, muttering a soft thanks.
Genos nodded and let go of her wrist. She waited for him to do something, walk away, ask to come in, or scold her of her weakness.
He did none and continued staring. [Name] grew unnerved. Deciding she had no other options she fiddled around with the keys and unlocked the door, stepping away to make a pathway for Genos.
He let himself in, closing the door behind him.
"May I come in?"
[Name] didn't know if he realized he was already in or he didn't want to seem rude, but knowing the cyborg she decided it was a little of both.
She nodded, despite her mind screaming at him to leave.
He followed her to her table, the only sitting area she had, and sat down awkwardly. The stool was small for him and the table was only meant for one person.
[Name], noticing the bumps along her bottom lip, reached in her pocket and pulled out her chapstick.
She didn't know how long they sat like that, but it must have been long as when he spoke she jumped, almost swallowing her chapstick she had mindlessly applying.
"I see you have been repaired." His eyes flicked to where her legs would be under the table. A smile wove onto her lips. She shook her head. "I'm not a cyborg. I regenerate." Sensing his confusion, she walked into her kitchen and came back with a steak knife. Sitting down again, she stabbed the knife into her arm around the same place she had demonstrated for Saitama. Genos stood up in surprise. "Why would you do tha-" He trailed off noticing the skin around the wound knitting itself back together. She held her arm out to him so he could see better. He stared intently at the wound as her skin grew together. When the wound had vanished, he sat back down. "I see. How did you come about these abilities?" [Name] pondered over the question for a moment. She had never thought about where it came from or why she had it. "Well I guess I've had them all my life" she responded. He nodded, and the conversation ended. Silence filled her apartment. It wasn't an awkward silence like earlier, but a pleasant, comforting silence that laid on the room like a blanket. And [Name] liked it.