Saitama had gone shopping at his favorite grocery store that was currently having a large sale on tea. [Name] opted to stay behind. She hated grocery shopping and decided hanging out with the bald man would be quite awkward.
Genos also stayed behind to do chores, which [Name] could never understand how he did them willingly.
The apartment was silent with the exception of her groaning and the faint sound of a broom sweeping against the floor from the kitchen.
[Name] heard the sweeping stop, and Genos peered his head around the wall separating the kitchen from the rest of the apartment.
Lifting her head, [Name] snickered at the sight of Genos wearing a pink apron, completely devoted to his chores.
"Is everything okay Miss [Name]?"
She waved her hand in a dismissing manner and rested her head back on the ground.
"Ah, just call me [Name]. Yeah, I'm just bored."
He didn't respond for a moment and Name thought he went back to cleaning. She closed her eyes and resolved to taking a nap, but a voice that was too close for her comfort sounded above her.
[Name]'s eyes shot open and she let out a startled screech, almost bumping her head on Genos's head that loomed directly above her.
"Would you like me to accompany you?" he asked her, completely oblivious to his creepy sudden appearance.
[Name] scooted a few paces away, regaining her composure.
"Genos, you scared the living daylights out of me," [Name] muttered, placing a hand over her rapidly beating heart.
"I apologize."
[Name] sighed at his formal demeanor, and patted the space next to her.
"Come sit."
Genos complied, taking off his apron, to [Name]'s dismay, and setting it neatly folded on the coffee table.
[Name] laid back down, stealing quick glances at Genos nervously. She had never been this close to the cyborg, the closest she had been was when he visited her house and invited himself in.
"How is your hero occupation coming along?"
[Name] frowned, a sour expression covering her face.
"I guess it's good. I'm still a C-Class though. I train, well workout, every day and I don't get any stronger." [Name] sighed. "Besides, after watching the S-Classes defeat the aliens, I Realized how strong they are and how big of a gap there is between my strength and theirs." Her eyes flicked to the closely listening Genos. "I could never be that strong. All the S-Classes, you included, have special abilities or skills and the only useful thing I have is my regenerating. And Zombieman has that too, so it really isn't unique. Plus, he is waaaaay better at it than me. So it doesn't really count, to me at least."
Genos nodded in what [Name] decided was understanding, his hand enclosed on his chin thoughtfully.
"I see. Would you like me to help you become stronger?"
[Name] gasped and shot to her knees, leaning closely to Genos. He leaned backwards instinctively.
"Really? You would do that?"
"Yes. I'll warn you, I'm not very experienced and still have so much to learn. Master has taught me so much and I am stil-"
[Name] held up a hand in his face, stopping him from going on an hour long spiel about Saitama.
Slightly leaning back, to Genos's joy, she gazed at him skeptically. "Didn't you say I couldn't be your apprentice though?"
Genos nodded again.
[Name] raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't that mean…"
"I will simply help you with training" he replied.
The (H/c) woman clapped her hands together excitedly, giving the cyborg a huge grin.
"That'd be wonderful!"
She leaned over and enveloped him in a large hug. Genos stiffened and hesitantly patted her back awkwardly.
"No problem."
"Say, Genos." [Name] turned her head towards him, still chewing on the (Sandwich Type) sandwich Genos had made for her. Genos looked up from his dusting of the television. "Why don't you call Saitama by his real name?"
Genos didn't hesitate to respond, "Master is far greater than me. I do not deserve the honor of calling him Saitama." "Why don't you call him something less... strange then?" [Name] proposed. "Like what?"
[Name] pondered the question over in her mind. Genos stared at her, his expression neutral. An idea popping into her mind, [Name] smirked. "I know what Saitama would love you to call him! In fact, I discussed it with him earlier." That was a lie. In an instant, Genos was in her face, dusting forgotten. An uncharacteristic gleam was in his golden eyes.
[Name] began to hurriedly speak to him before Saitama came back from his deal saving.
When Saitama's hand enclosed around the handle of his apartment door, the cyborg who called himself Saitama's apprentice had opened the door and stood in front of the bald man.
Used to this odd behavior, Saitama said a greeting to Genos and walked inside, setting his cheap tea on the small kitchen counter.
Turning around, he was again met with Genos staring intensely at him.
Saitama's skinny eyebrows rose slightly.
"Genos?"
[Name]'s head peered around the kitchen wall, her hand covering her snickering mouth.
"Egg-Sensei!"
Genos waited in anticipation for his teachers expected delighted response. Instead he received a menacing glare and found himself smashed against the floor, with sparks zapping from his body. He twitched.
Noticing the angry Saitama, [Name] gulped and slowly began to retreat from the kitchen until his furious gaze met her (H/c) eyes.
"He-hey Saitama! How's i-it going?" She gaze a small whimper as he walked towards her, his fist tightened. ~~~ [Name] whined, holding an ice pack to her bloody skull.
"That sucked, I didn't think he would get that mad."
Now it was Genos's turn to glare at [Name].
"Perhaps I shall change my mind on helping you train."
"Wait! No! Please don't!"