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rayadraws · 4 years

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So I was listening to mr lover man by Ricky Montgomery (AMAZING SONG) and I thought omg, what if Genos got hurt so badly that he had to stay a year with kuseno to get repairs. Of course Saitama could visit, but couldn’t take Genos home, not even for holidays. And poor pining Saitama is all depressed and Genos hates himself for getting hurt and AAA the angst~

Hhhhhhhh

Tags: hurt/comfort, mild angst with happy ending, established relationship, G-rated

Genos had had several close calls. It wasn’t always easy to tell, ’cause the guy would do everything to hide it, like a sick animal pretending it was feeling fine. And it was hard sometimes to even tell what was serious when it came to him - losing an arm or a leg or both was annoying, but not life threatening in the least, like it would be for a regular person.

There was no denying it this time, though. When Saitama found him in the rubble, he felt his stomach drop. The image haunted him even days after. He didn’t even dare pick Genos up from where he laid, he was scared of making it worse, with all those... bits exposed. He just guarded him until the drones arrived and then he went home, unable to eat or read or do anything, so he went to bed at 8 pm and tried desperately to forget this day had even happened.

The phone didn’t ring until almost a full day later and when Saitama picked it up, it wasn’t Genos on the other end but his doc. Saitama had never heard him sound so grim before.

”How is he? Itching to get back up yet?”

”Saitama-kun, are you sitting down?”

It was bad. Really bad.

Kuseno had a bunch of complicated terms for it, but from what Saitama gathered basically the connection between Genos’ brain and his body had been severed, which was really dangerous, for obvious reasons. There was a risk of brain damage, but there was also apparently a risk that his brain wouldn’t correct right to his cyborg body again, or any cyborg body, if those connection points had been too badly damaged. Which would be really, really bad. Brain damage would be kinder. Without a body, there would barely be any life left for Genos, he’d be little more than a brain in a jar.

The doctor kept him in a medically induced coma for what felt like forever. At least Genos didn’t have muscles that would atrophy from lack of use in the meantime.

When he finally woke up again, they had no idea what to expect. Kuseno had warned Saitama that Genos probably wouldn’t move or say much, if anything at all. He’d been put in a new body, one that was set up more for people undergoing full body modification surgery for the first time - kinda like a bubble-wrapped edition. No weapons, no fancy scanners - as little as possible for a badly jostled brain to deal with. Just enough to be a person.

”Hey, bud, how are you feeling?”

Genos just looked at him, not moving as much as a muscle. His face looked the same as before... all this. His hair might have been a bit shorter, Saitama thought. Easier to care for while he recovered. And of course, all the cables and wires connected at the back of his neck, so thick they almost formed a pillow under his head where he laid on the table, covered only with a thin blanket.

Genos could be stoic, but he rarely tried to hide his feelings around Saitama. It was unnerving to see him so still. Saitama couldn’t even tell if he recognized him or not.

Kuseno clapped Saitama’s shoulder as he made his way towards the exit later, but he couldn’t make any hopeful promises.

The next time Saitama came to visit, things were better, thank goodness. Genos could move now, a little bit. Mostly his facial muscles, but enough that Saitama could tell he was happy to see him. Over a month since the accident had already passed at this point, so he was happy to finally see some improvement.

The third visit, Genos was in a foul mood already by the time Saitama arrived. That was unlike him (at least around Saitama). Kuseno explained he was upset because of how long his recovery was predicted to take, which he’d just been informed of.

A year.

If they were lucky.

No monster fighting. No shopping. No tracking the mad cyborg. Genos was going to be stuck in the lab for months and months, watching the world go on without him while he struggled to even move his toes.

Genos could be stoic. He wasn’t that day. Nor was he raging, though. He couldn’t control his body enough to be. The tears flowed quietly as Saitama held his head in his lap and tried to tell him that it would be okay. That his stuff would be waiting for him until he was ready. Saitama too. And he’d visit, as often as he could and Genos wanted him to. He’d bring him his favourite stuff, his notebooks and the chocolate he had hid among the frozen peas back home. The stupid plushie version of himself that Saitama suspected Genos had commissioned someone to make for him. By the fourth visit, all the things he’d brought last time were lined up so Genos could look at them whenever he wanted. He looked pleased at that, at least.

He still wasn’t speaking, couldn’t move anything below the neck. Didn’t even have his own room - lab wasn’t set up like that - but they’d made this one corner all his. Kuseno had pulled down a TV, a radio, audiobooks. A potted plant, though Saitama had no idea what kind it was. At least it added a bit of life. This portion of the lab didn’t have windows, so the doc had hung up a poster of a forest instead. It was as nice as you could make such a place. And in the middle of it all laid Genos, propped up like a grumpy-looking doll, probably wishing he was anywhere else.

About four months in, he started to talk again, which was nice, though it was hard to understand what he was trying to say most of the time. At first it was mostly grunts and sighs, he struggled to form actual words. But at least he could point and make gestures now, if you gave him time, so he could point at what he wanted. He couldn’t write yet, but he could flip the TV channels and change the radio station, giving him at least that little bit of control of his life. And he could eat and drink again, even if he spilled a lot. Must be nice though, to be able to finally do some stuff on his own at least. Saitama couldn’t imagine how bored and frustrated he must be, he was normally so active.

They celebrated Christmas down in the lab that year. Saitama had asked Kuseno if he couldn’t at least take Genos to the nearest town, just for a couple hours, but doc said it was essential Genos was hooked up to all those cables 24/7. Poor guy. But they had cake together and Genos even managed to murmur a ’murry chrysmaz’, which was both sad and cute.

Saitama got him gifts too, a book about space that looked cool and a Gudetama plushie and a hoodie that was really warm and soft. Genos gestured that he wanted to wear it immediately, so Saitama helped him out of the Qseno Tech one and pulled the hoodie over his head.

It contrasted nicely with his arms, which Saitama told him. These arms weren’t polished grey or black like most of Genos’ designs, but white with black accents. They looked so... peaceful, by comparison. Didn’t even have blasters, just soft pads for grip, almost like pawpads. Genos sat completely still as he let Saitama feel his hand over, interlacing their fingers.

Without warning, Saitama felt his eyes starting to burn. He took a deep breath, trying to will it away, but that only made it worse. He looked away, until he felt Genos’ fingers squeezing his.

”Shen...shei.”

He broke down.

It was Genos’ turn to comfort Saitama, which felt wrong, but he was so good at it. He held Saitama in his arms, resting his chin on his shoulder, until he got it all out, which took forever.

”It’s not the same without you there. It’s so lonely...”

”Clean-n?”

”If I’ve... kept it tidy?”

”Yus.”

”Uhh...”

”Shenshei!”

When Saitama dared meet Genos’ eyes, he was giving him that disapproving stare that he knew well from when he was slacking off.

”I’ll make sure the place is spotless when you return home.”

”Goo. Call Kin.”

”I guess I can invite King over.”

”Foobooki. Ban. Moomen.”

”Fine, I do have friends.”

Genos reached up to wipe a tear off his cheek. ”Yus.”

Inviting people over meant he had to tidy up. It was a lot and he completely misjudged how long it would take. He was only halfway done when King showed up and he tried to apologize, but King didn’t say much, just helped him with the rest. They got pizza and played video games and it was almost like normal. Apartment looked a lot less glum now, too. Wouldn’t need to be embarrassed when Genos got back home. If he could keep it up for another six months.

”I’d come earlier, if you’d only let me in, Saitama.”

”Yeah, I know.”

”You’re welcome to visit me too.”

”Yeah yeah.”

They played in silence for a while.

”You wanna talk about it?”

”It’s lonely without him.”

”Yeah. But he’s doing better, right?”

”Yeah. He can sit up now.”

”Is it taking that long to fix his body?”

”S’not his body, it’s his brain.”

”Oh.”

They went back to being quiet. After Saitama’s character had gotten his ass kicked half a dozen times, he told King to go home. He was hesitant, asking Saitama twice if he’d be okay. He promised he would be. Besides, Fubuki was coming over the next day. They were going to sort the mountains of get well-letters Genos’ fans had sent him after word finally got out that Demon Cyborg was on extended sick leave. He’d asked them to keep that stuff at the HA, but apparently they had had enough of that and were going to dump the boxes at the apartment the next morning. Saitama didn’t look forward to it.

Fubuki showed up looking very casual, for being her. Saitama wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen her in pants before, nevermind sweats, even if they were brand name. She brought food too, fruit and bread and stuff like that. But she didn’t ask any stupid questions, just shook her head at the stack of boxes of fanmail.

”We’ve got our work cut out for us.”

”Yup.”

”If you’d started months ago, it wouldn’t be this much work now.”

”Yup.”

Still, it wasn’t that bad once they got started. Most of the stuff they threw away, but they kept the treats and a few of the plushies. Saitama helped himself to one box of chocolate, but put the rest aside for Genos. Some kids had sent in drawings and those they kept too. They ate while they worked, taking care to not stain the letters.

”This one’s for you,” Fubuki said suddenly.

”Hate mail again.”

”No, nothing like that.”

”...”

”Listen. ’I read about Demon Cyborg and they say you’ve been seen walking alone in City Z. It breaks me heart to think of you being separated, you seem so close in all the photos. Please know that both of you are in our hearts. Best wishes.”

”Oh, well, that’s new.”

”We’ve all been worried, you know. For both of you.”

Saitama fiddled with the letter in his hands. ”It’s been rough. But it will be okay.”

Before he had the chance to stop her, Fubuki engulfed him in a hug.

He’d warned Genos that he was bringing him fan stuff today. Kuseno had encouraged Genos to read some of the letters, but he didn’t show much interest. They split the treats though and piled the plushies up on the least full shelf above the bed. The smallest one, a fuzzy cat, Saitama placed carefully on top of the potted plant. It was blooming, tiny delicate pink flowers.

”You know, I’ve never seen my cactus bloom, even after all these years,” Saitama remarked.

”Too bad,” Genos replied. His speech was getting clearer and clearer. He wasn’t chatting quite as much as he did… before all this, because it still required a fair deal of effort from him, but it was still a big improvement.

”Maybe I’ll bring cake, next time.”

”If you want.”

Genos didn’t remember his real birthdate. He didn’t remember much of the day his doctor found him either, but Kuseno did, of course. They’d picked that date as a stand-in birthday. They kept it simple, cause Genos didn’t like being surrounded by too many people and all, but they’d eat cake and Saitama always got him a little gift, usually slippers or oven mitts or something else that was practical. He’d waffled for like a week what to go for this time, especially with it being such a weird year and all. He still hadn't made up his mind .

Saitama took another letter from the pile and read it aloud. Reading vetted fanmail wasn’t so bad. They didn’t have to worry about weird or gross stuff, though Fubuki’s tolerance for allowing that had proven higher than Saitama’s.

”’In conclusion, get well soon’. That one was sweet, right?”

”I guess.”

”Oh come on, Demon Cyborg, with your ’hard exterior but fragile self within, so barely contained’.”

Genos snorted. It was like a balm, seeing him slowly return to his old self. That also meant he was getting increasingly restless, though. He’d already left his bed three times, now that Kuseno let him go without all the neck cables, once dutifully during physical therapy while supervised, twice at night when neither Saitama nor Kuseno were there to reel him in. The first of those times he didn’t get far, didn’t even leave the room, but the second he fell down a flight of stairs.

Thank goodness for his exceptionally hard head, or they might have had to put a helmet on him.

Saitama got it, though. Genos hadn’t like, lost any intelligence, or forgotten more stuff than, well, he already had. He still had his goals and interests and all that. And his body was still state of the art and ready to rock. The problem was getting the two - his brain and his body - to work together again. It was all way too complicated for Saitama, even when the doc tried to dumb it down for him, but at least Genos was going in the right direction.

The day came when Kuseno said it was okay for Genos to leave the lab for a few hours. They made a birthday date out of it, since they hadn’t had a proper date in nearly a year and his stand-in birthday was so close. It was hard to be left alone, though. People kept pointing and whispering and Genos didn’t want to deal with any of that. In the end, they bought tea and fancy cupcakes to go and then clambered into the nearest woods. Saitama had a bench or something in mind, or even just finding a nice patch of grass, but Genos had other plans.

”No, stop that.”

No response.

”Oi! Don’t!”

”Don’t worry, Sensei.”

He kept going higher. Into the damned tree.

”Genos! If you fall down your old man’s gonna skin me alive!”

”I will not fall.”

The next branch creaked worryingly under Genos’ weight, but he kept going. Slowly, but with great determination. What had gotten into the guy’s head?

There was nothing for it, then. With a great sigh, Saitama put the paper bag to his mouth, grabbing the edge with his teeth so he’d have his hands free. Branch by branch, he followed Genos up the tree.

About ten metres up, the stem of the tree split into two, leaving enough room for the two of them. With an exaggerated show of pretend-annoyance, Saitama made himself comfortable, placing the bag between them. Peering inside, he was pleased to note he hadn’t spilled anything. He looked up again. Genos was sitting with his eyes closed, hair moving in the breeze. He looked like an animal that had been released into the wild after a life of captivity. Maybe you wouldn’t think so looking at him, but Saitama knew Genos much preferred this environment to a busy city.

”Are you happy now, nature boy?” He nudged his companion in the side and handed him his paper cup. It couldn’t be more than lukewarm at this point, but his tea smelled real nice when Genos took off the lid to drink.

”Very pleased,” he all but purred.

”Can’t blame you, I guess.” And then, after a brief pause, ”I’m glad to see it. I’m glad you’re okay. You scared us, you know.”

”I know. I was scared too. And frustrated.”

”Don’t blame you.”

They didn’t say anything else. They didn’t need to. They said the rest through their actions, the held hands, the lingering gazes. The kiss, tasting of tea and pastries.

Saitama had no idea when he woke up that morning that he’d spend his afternoon kissing in a tree, but he had no complaints. Not until it was time to get down, anyway.

”We can jump.”

”Kuseno made me promise I’d return you without as much as a scratch and you already have a patch of mud on your shoulder. We’re not taking chances.”

”It will be fine.”

Somehow, it had escaped Saitama’s mind how goddamn stubborn his boyfriend was.

”How about I hold you and we jump together.”

”Sensei…”

”It’ll be like, romantic.”

”...Alright.”

Fortunately, Saitama hadn’t forgotten how much of a sap he could be.

It was a mess to stand up in the tree, nevermind getting into position, but eventually they figured it out. Genos grabbed Saitama’s shoulders and latched on, piggyback style, making sure to hold on to the bag as well, so it could be recycled back in town. Like that, they jumped down, and then continued. Apparently Genos couldn’t walk, now. Or rather, he’d decided he didn’t want to, that latching on to Saitama like a koala was better. Give that guy an inch…

When they got back inside the lab, Kuseno instantly looked worried upon seeing Genos being carried, but Saitama assured him that he was fine. He didn’t mention the tree climbing.

He was tempted to stay the night, but Genos was already really tired from the day out. Tussling his hair, he gave him a peck on the forehead and said his goodbyes, promising to be back soon.

That turned out to not be the case, but only because Genos was allowed to go home first. He called Saitama two days later, letting him know he’d be home soon. He sounded so happy, like an excited puppy. He just wanted to stop on the way and shop some stuff, so they could have a nice meal together once he was back.

Saitama never fury-cleaned the apartment with as much intensity as he did that morning.

And then, Genos stood there, wearing that baggy Qseno Tech hoodie and shining like the sun itself. He’d still need frequent checkups for a while and no monster fights for another month, at least, but he was back.

He was back.

”Welcome home,” Saitama smiled at him.

#writing #ahhhh this was fun #thank you so much for the idea!#ficlet

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metalbatandzenko · 4 years

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Date With The Devil

Happy Birthday Cain!!! @kaincuro

I know I’ve already told you this, but I’m so glad our paths crossed. Ily b💛Hope this year brings you everything you deserve and more.

As a fellow member of the Mumensai gang, I thought I’d write some Villain!Saitama for you. But soft.

Mumen heard Saitama before he saw him.

“We really gotta stop meeting like this, Rider.”

He let out a squeak and whipped around, nearly brushing noses with Saitama. He recoiled, and in his haste to put space between the two of them, he stumbled, falling back.

Mumen felt a strong arm wrap around his waist and a gloved hand intertwine with his own as Saitama dipped him low to the ground.

Saitama grinned. “Falling for me already?”

Mumen shoved back Saitama’s face with his free hand, unimpressed. “Let me go, Saitama.”

The villain complied, helping Mumen to his feet.

He glared at Saitama—who looked utterly unremorseful—and made his way over to Justice on the bike rack, trailed by the man who was becoming a colossal pain in his—

Saitama nudged him. “Doing your daily rounds?”

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business.” Mumen got onto his bike.

The villain cocked his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, you’re a hero, I’m a villain. Shouldn’t you be fighting me?”

Mumen looked over his shoulder. “Do you plan on hurting anyone?” “Not particularly—”

He cut Saitama off. “Then what you’re doing is none of my business.”

Mumen kicked up his kickstand.

“But—”

Mumen shifted his weight onto his right foot. “All that’s going to happen if I try and fight you is you dodge my attacks, make snarky comments, then leave once you get bored. Why bother if it’s not helping anyone?”

“Woah, you’re testy today,” Saitama remarked. “Everything alright?”

He tried to ignore the thrill that ran up his spine at the note of concern in Saitama’s voice.

It wasn’t like he didn’t know Saitama was interested in him. The other heroes might call him oblivious, but even he could tell that Saitama was flirting with him.

Seriously, who dips people out of the blue these days?

But this was different.

“I’m not in the mood to end up in the hospital,” Mumen replied, his tone clipped. “I’m having a good week. And aren’t you a S-Class criminal? I’m only a C-Class hero.”

“You would be B-Class if you’d accept the Hero Association’s offer and rank up,” Saitama pointed out.

Mumen glared at him.

Saitama put his hands in front of him in surrender. “Ok, yeah, maybe that’s still not the best matchup for an S-Class criminal. But when has a bad matchup ever stopped you?”

“When the criminal isn’t threatening anything other than my sanity.”

“Ouch,” Saitama said, placing his hand over his chest. “I’m kinda hurt.”

“Join the club,” Mumen said, putting his left foot on the pedal.

He started to push off.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

Mumen put his foot back down, and gave Saitama a look. “Is that what got you your reputation? Not hurting people?”

“Satoru.”

Hearing that made him stop.

He looked up at the villain.

“I’m serious,” Saitama said. “I would never hurt you.”

Mumen opened his mouth to make a snappy retort, but the words died on his lips when he saw Saitama’s face.

For once, his face wasn’t split by a grin, or completely void of emotion. Instead, he crinkled his brow, as if he was concerned.

He almost looked earnest.

Mumen felt his face warm. “I’m not falling for your mind games, Saitama.”

“Let me prove it to you,” he replied. “There’s a coffee shop just up the street, my roommate says it’s solid. Wanna check it out and talk? My treat.”

The offer made him hesitate.

If there was one thing he knew about Saitama, it was that the villain was frugal before all else. If he was offering to pay for Mumen’s drink—

“Think of it this way,” Saitama said, interrupting Mumen’s train of thought. “By getting something to drink with me, you’re keeping me off the streets and preventing me from causing more trouble. Hero work isn’t all punching and saving kittens you know.

He grinned. “Sometimes it’s having a drink with your friendly local villain.”

Mumen resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

But Saitama had a point. Time spent with him was time spent keeping tabs of a potentially dangerous criminal.

“I take my lunch in an hour,” Mumen said, ignoring how Saitama lit up. “I’ll be there right at 1pm. I’ll wait for five minutes, but if you don’t show up, I’m leaving.”

Saitama nodded so violently Mumen worried his head would pop off. “Yeah, I’ll be there,” he said. “The shop is called—ah crap, where did Genos put that coupon—” he retrieved a coupon from his pocket. “—the shop is called Usegi’s Coffee and Tea.”

Mumen sighed. “Taking me there to use a coupon?”

“What? Oh, no, this one’s expired,” Saitama replied. He flipped it over to reveal that the back had a grocery list written on it. “I just don’t like wasting paper.”

Mumen nodded. “Fine. Usegi’s. 1pm. And please—” he looked Saitama up and down, “—wear something other than your costume.”

He took off before he could hear Saitama’s reply.

---

Mumen was at the coffee shop before 1pm.

He’d never been to one of these types of coffee shops before: the menu board didn’t have any drinks on it he recognized.

If Mumen knew Saitama—and he did, probably better than he should—he knew the villain wouldn’t let him live down not knowing what to order.

He peeked over at the register. There wasn’t a line.

Mumen approached the counter.

The girl behind the counter smiled. “Hi, welcome to Usegi’s, what can I get started for you?”

She paused, noticing Mumen’s distressed look. “Is this your first time here?” she asked.

When he nodded, she smiled. “The menu’s a bit overwhelming. Let me find one with descriptions and break it down for you.”

She pulled out a paper menu. “Are you looking for coffee, tea, a non-caffeinated beverage or some food?”

“I’d like a green tea, but I’m meeting someone and I don’t know what he’ll want.”

The girl nodded. “Alright, we’ll look over the whole menu then.”

Mumen felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and it was all he could do not to not jump out of his skin.

He turned around to glare at the hand’s owner.

“Hey, nice sweater,” Saitama said with a lopsided smile. “Looks good on you.”

Mumen’s face flushed. “Thanks, you—you look nice too.”

He was lying—well, kind of.

Saitama had changed into a neon green button up shirt and denim shorts.

Mumen sighed.

He was lucky he was cute.

Wait—

“I’m guessing this is who you were waiting on?” the girl asked, effectively disrupting his train of thought.

Mumen nodded.

She turned to Saitama. “Great! Do you know what you want to order?”

Saitama scratched his head. “Uh yeah, can I get a medium Ume Dragon please?”

The girl grabbed a pen. “Want that hot or iced?”

“Iced please.”

She picked up a cup, wrote his order down, then placed it on the counter.

She looked at Mumen. “Are you ready to order too?”

“Uh—”

The girl pointed to the paper menu.

Mumen followed her finger.

“I’ll try a medium iced Mean Green,” he said, reading the name off the menu.

“Anything else?”

Saitama looked at Mumen, who shook his head.

“Okay, let me ring you up and I’ll have your drinks right out.”

Saitama nudged Mumen. “Wanna go find us a table?”

Mumen nodded.

He scanned the room.

Most of the tables were taken, filled with students on their laptops with their earbuds in. But there was one open table over by the window, and he made his way over to it.

Once there, he found his mind wandering back to his earlier thought.

Did he really think a villain was cute?

Yes.

Mumen sighed.

Well. That complicates things.

“Our drinks will be ready in a minute,” Saitama said, sliding into the other seat. “So, you actually showed up.”

“I told you I’d be here at 1pm,” Mumen replied.

“But it’s not one yet,” Saitama pointed out. “You’re early.”

“I got here faster than I thought I would.” He paused. “Wait, you’re early too!”

Saitama turned his head to look out the window, but not before Mumen saw the dusting of red on his cheeks. “I wanted to make a good first impression,” he said.

“Technically, my first impression of you was you smacking Tank Top Tiger into a building,” Mumen pointed out.

“He attacked me first!” Saitama said, his voice rising in pitch. “It’s not like I was beating up an old lady on the street or anything.”

Mumen scrunched up his face. “Saitama, not attacking old women isn’t a noteworthy achievement. It’s just an expectation.”

“I know that! I’m just saying I was defending myself. But I meant this is my first time making a real first impression on you,” he said, scratching his neck. “You know, one where we’re just two normal people, not a hero and a villain.”

Mumen softened. “Well, we wouldn’t have to do a do-over if you didn’t decide to be a villain,” he said, but there was no venom behind his words.

Saitama shrugged. “Sure, but then I wouldn’t have met you.”

Mumen sputtered, and opted to change the subject. “So, how is it a S-Class criminal is able to walk around in public without being attacked by heroes?”

“I think people only recognize me when I’ve got the suit on,” Saitama replied. “I’ll get reported sometimes in normal clothes, but people remember the suit more than my face.”

Mumen tilted his head. “So why put on the suit at all then?”

“I get bored,” Saitama said. “The suit puts a target on my back. Gives me something fun to do. But I usually wait till I get to City Z’s ghost town to put it on to avoid regular people.”

“You try to avoid hurting regular people?”

“Well, yeah,” Saitama said. “I’m a jerk, not a monster.”

“I’ve got an Ume Dragon and a Mean Green for Saitama!”

Saitama hopped to his feet. “I’ll get it.”

Mumen stood. “No, I’ll coming too. I don’t trust you not to drink mine.”

“Wow, rude. But fine.”

The two walked over to the counter. Saitama picked up his drink, then grabbed Mumen’s drink and passed it to him along with a straw.

The girl working walked back to the register. “Enjoy your date, you two.”

“Thank you, we will,” Saitama said, cutting off Mumen’s protests.

Mumen took a sip of his drink. Luckily, the employee’s subtle recommendation was tasty. A little sweet, but the green tea and apple were a good combination.

The two sat back down.

“A date?” Mumen repeated. “Is that what this is?”

“Are you okay with that?” Saitama asked.

Mumen took another sip of his drink.

Was he okay with that?

He swallowed. “Yeah,” he said. “I am.”

Saitama beamed. “Good.”

“It might make things complicated but—I mean, it’s not like I think you’re a bad guy.”

Saitama’s grin grew even wider. “Really? You don’t think I’m a bad guy?”

Mumen groaned. “I’m gonna regret that, aren’t I?”

Saitama leaned forward. “Tell you what: I’ll trade a kiss for a day of do-gooding,” he said, wrapping his grin around his straw.

Mumen raised an eyebrow. “You need incentives to not be bad? Maybe I was wrong.”

“No, but incentives never hurt,” Saitama replied, biting his straw.

He reached across the table, placing his hand on top of Mumen’s.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll trade in my villain cap for a hero one.”

Mumen did his best to focus on anything other than the callused thumb tracing circles over the back of his hand.

Some part of his mind registered this was the first time he’d seen Saitama not wearing gloves.

Before he could think, he leaned across the table and planted a kiss on Saitama’s cheek.

Saitama’s face turned bright red, the color migrating to his ears and up his scalp. “Uh.”

Mumen’s heart jumped to his throat. “Oh spirits, you were obviously joking—I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“I meant a kiss on the lips, but I guess that’ll cover the rest of the day,” Saitama said, cutting him off.

Mumen shoved his shoulder. “Feel lucky that you got a kiss at all.”

“I do feel lucky,” Saitama replied, the grin returning to his face. “Maybe even more so because of how red you are. You look really cute flustered.”

Mumen covered his face with his hands. “You’re such a punk.”

Saitama hummed. “Yeah, but you kind of like that about me, don’t you? I’m the loveable rogue.”

He sobered.

“We might have to cut this short, Mumen.”

He gestured towards the park.

Death Gatling was on the move, and headed towards the coffee shop.

Mumen’s eyes went wide. “We need to get you out of here,” he said.

“No, we need to get you out of here,” Saitama replied. “You can’t be seen out with me.”

“You can’t fight him right now, there are too many civilians around,” Mumen hissed.

Saitama shook his head. “I wasn’t going to fight, I was going to run the opposite direction.”

“Mumen Rider!”

The two turned towards the sound of the voice.

The girl behind the counter beckoned to them. “Come on, there’s not much time.”

They made their way over.

She opened the half door and herded them through the kitchen. “The door in the back leads to an alleyway. Stay away from the main streets.”

Saitama furrowed his brow. “Why are you helping us?”

“Because Mumen Rider seems to like you, and I trust his judgement,” she replied.

She unlocked the door. “I’m going to lock this behind you,” she said. “Now go. We didn’t see anything.”

Mumen hesitated. “What about those students?” he asked, stepping outside.

“None of them are big ‘authority figures’ people. They won’t talk,” she said. She started to close the door.

Mumen caught her wrist. “Thank you.”

The girl nodded, and closed the door behind them.

Saitama looked at Mumen. “We’ll probably be faster if you let me carry you,” he said.

Mumen sighed, and nodded.

Saitama picked Mumen up, holding his back and beneath his knees.

And he took off.

Mumen’s heart caught in his throat again, but for an entirely different reason.

Moving this fast, where his surroundings turned to a blur and the wind roared in his ears…

It was exhilarating.

After a minute or two, Saitama slowed, placing Mumen back on his feet in another alleyway.

Mumen coaxed his heart back down into his chest, where it continued to pound as if he’d been the one running while carrying someone.

“Well,” Saitama said, a lopsided smile on his face. “That was fun.”

Mumen grabbed Saitama by the collar and yanked him down, smashing their lips together.

He heard Saitama make a surprised, “Eep!” before relaxing, bringing his hands up to cup Mumen’s face.

He didn’t know why he kissed Saitama.

Maybe it was the adrenaline.

Maybe it was just him being impulsive.

Maybe it was the fact Saitama looked so damn good, and that he’d maybe wanted to kiss him for a while now.

Whatever it was, he ran with it.

Without breaking the kiss, Mumen pinned him to the wall, reveling in the feeling of caging in someone who could swat him aside without any effort.

Saitama gasped as Mumen’s lips found his neck, the hero kissing and nibbling his way down the exposed skin.

He could feel Saitama’s pulse pounding against his lips.

Mumen pulled him into another kiss.

After a moment, Saitama broke the kiss. “At this rate, I might have to become a hero full time,” he rasped

Mumen jolted. “Seriously?”

Saitama nodded. “I told you. I play villain because I’m bored. But this—” he caught Mumen’s chin with his hand, “—this is the opposite of boring.”

“Are you being serious? You’d give up being a villain?”

Saitama’s eyes crinkled. “I don’t know, will you go on a second date with me?”

Mumen gave him a peck on the lips. “Of course.” He pulled back a bit. “We just have to figure out how to get the Hero Association to stop sending people after you.”

“We can figure that out later,” Saitama said, sliding out from under Mumen. “For now we just have to focus on finding me a place to lay low until I can get back to my apartment.”

Mumen grinned. “I think I know a place.”

#my writing #mumensai

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m2jay · 4 years

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True Self [Genos x OC]

Ch.1 | ~The Task~ (pt. 1)

There haven’t been any recent attacks lately within the city. There’s been a suspicious amount of time of peace. This didn’t sit well with Genos as he had thought that something would soon emerge out of the ground, or some unknown species from another planet would attempt to take over. The cities A-Z not being under attack seemed more concerning to him. ‘Is there some sort of invasion coming up ahead?’ he thought to himself as he let his thoughts wonder.

Saitama had been watching tv longer than usual. He didn’t bother doing any so-called “hero” work as no monsters or villains have shown up. To him, the small crimes like stealing purses and shoplifting weren’t much of a challenge or worth his time. Plus, he knew the struggle of meeting weekly report deadlines for C-Class Superheroes. It was especially harder for them to meet that cut off point during these times since there weren’t as much high stakes.

The two of them have been in the apartment together more lately due to their circumstances. Aside from lazing around, Saitama would always keep up his work out regimen. Genos would follow along with it in hopes of becoming as strong as him, even though he still thought it was full of crap, but he believed his master was wise and knew best.

Aside from working out, Genos would take account of the bald man’s habit of reading manga. With his excessive amount, he assumed that his master had learned many things from there. His workout routine didn’t explain much about his impeccable strength for just a punch. Perhaps that was it. Maybe the mangas were the answer. It made sense for him since that’s all Saitama ever did in the apartment. He either watched or read, and he had an abundant amount of manga in the bookshelf. He stared at the manga as he rested his face on the palm of his hand, elbow supporting the weight as it was on the table.

Not long after, Saitama got up from watching to grab one of his manga. He looked within his bookshelf and grabbed one that caught his eye. An amused smile came across his face as he pulled it out then sat down across from Genos. He hummed as he got into the story. He flipped through the pages and made inhumane noises at some points, rooting for the characters, or being amused by actions. At some point, he looked up and caught Genos staring intensely at him. He then lifted the manga up higher to cover his face as the cyborg made him uncomfortable. He didn’t understand why he was being looked at that way, and sweat began to drip off his head excessively. Saitama took one quick peek at Genos one more time and quickly averted his eyes after realizing he was still staring.

Minutes had passed and Saitama had enough. He closed his manga and slammed it onto the table, giving the cyborg his full attention. “So Genos..” he awkwardly initiated, “..what are you thinking about now?”

“Master! I now understand how you’ve attained your immense strength!” Genos exclaimed with confidence.

Saitama squinted in disbelief. He had told the young man what he did many times. 100 pushups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10km everyday should do the trick. He had stated that that was all he did for a few years, but it seemed the cyborg still believed that there was more to it. He blew out some air with a whistle and replied, “Do you now, Genos? What might that be?”

He pointed at his manga shelf behind him. “It’s your mangas!” he insisted. “There’s surely plenty of things in them that you learn from.”

Internally, the man felt dumbfounded, but he went with it. Though he regretted taking him in as a disciple, he did enjoy the blonde cyborg’s company. However, he never really knew what to teach him because he truly didn’t have anything to teach, so he often made something up. “Oh, of course, Genos!” he went along with it. “There’s many things to learn from them.” The bald man then proceeded to skim through pages of his book for action scenes to show his disciple.

Genos nodded in agreement as he tried analyzing each image in depth. “May I use this as study material?”

Saitama froze as he slowly looked behind him to look at his manga with concern. Knowing his disciple, he knew he would take them all too seriously, some of which weren’t even action too. He had a selection of various genres, but they mainly consisted of action and slice of life. “Sure..” he allowed Genos to go through his mangas as he slid the one he was reading to him.

One by one, Genos went through his mangas. At times, when he finished, he would go outside to practice some of the moves he had seen. He’d often successfully do these skills after trying it once or a few times. It didn’t take long for him to finish reading all of Saitama’s action-based mangas. All there was left now were the others, including the slice of life ones. He had often seen his master read them when he was relaxed, but it seemed like there was more to it. Perhaps other than strength, he gained wisdom from these ones specifically?

The cyborg was determined to learn from these slice of life manga, but he couldn’t fully understand what the point was for them and asked the bald man for guidance. “Master, I don’t really see why you read these.” he commented.

At last, something for Saitama to give bullshit advice about, normal life. He lifted his fists up with confidence and exclaimed, “You see, Genos, that’s what you’re lacking! Knowing how to live normally on a day to day kind of lifestyle is good for the mind!” He internally happily cried as he finally found something he could genuinely try to teach his disciple. He then lowered his tone to sound more calm yet seemingly serious and said, “There’s more to life than training, you know.” He thought that surely this task would be easy.

Genos placed his cold, metal hand on his chin and looked down on the table, just thinking. “Doctor Kuseno had built my body to be able to function for a normal life though--” he was then interrupted by his master’s complaints.

“Ahh! No!! That’s not what I meant!” Saitama whined as he placed his hands on his cheeks and tightly drooped them down out of frustration. He then pointed at him fiercely. “I mean you need to live like your age! Yeah! Something like that!”

The cyborg quickly wrote down what his master had said, but didn’t write as much as he usually did. He looked back up at him to hear more, only to find him shaking his head. “And?” he asked as he anticipated more words of wisdom.

Saitama’s eyes widened but still stared at Genos blankly, thinking how dense he could possibly be with social related things. “Genos!” He got up from the table and grabbed him by the arm to drag him out of the apartment. “Out! You idiot! Go!” he kicked him out the door and slammed it shut. With a sigh of, he smiled and raised his arms ecstatically. A day without dealing with Genos’ questions sounded relieving. As he walked back to the living room, he noticed one of his beloved books were missing. Bending over to check under the table, it wasn’t there. A vein popped out of his forehead out of irritation as he made his way back to the front door. As he opened it swiftly, he looked down and noticed Genos sitting down reading. He took it out of his hands immediately and glared muttering, “I thought I told you to go..”

Genos’ eyes averted from his master’s as he awkwardly got up and went away to roam around the city. He pondered and found himself deep in thought. “Shoujo manga..” he muttered to himself. Not long after, he himself got irritated as he placed both hands behind his head and bent back a bit to look up and get a deep breath but not let out a big sigh.

After walking aimlessly, Genos had found himself at the udon shop that he and his idiotic yet wise master had went to after their first training session together. A sense of relief went through him as he entered. The familiarity the place gave him allowed him to expect whatever could’ve possibly come. When he entered, he noticed that it was more packed than usual, which was odd.

The only seat that was left had luggage by the table. The owner of the place insisted that no one was sitting there at all and assured Genos it was alright for him to sit there. He nodded in agreement as he trusted the man’s words and sat down. Soon after, he was greeted by a new staff member. They caught his attention since he’s never seen them before. He kept an eye on her. She looked quite frantic, probably because of all the customers that were there that day. “Hi there! What can I get you?” she kindly asked him.

Genos raised his hand up and said, “I can eat somewhere else.” he insisted.

“Do you not like the food here?” she awkwardly asked.

He shook his head and replied, “It seems too busy here. I’d be causing more trouble for the staff.”

She waved her hands. “No, no. It’s really okay. Trust me.” the girl urged with her brows furrowing with concern.

“Miyu!” the owner called out to her. “We have more of the orders ready to give out!”

“Coming!” she looked at Genos and lifted a finger, then briefly apologized, “I’m sorry, but I’ll be right back with you.” Miyu quickly made her way to pick up the finished orders to bring them to their tables. She then returned back to Genos’ table and smiled. “Sorry if that took a while. What was it that you would like to order?”

“I’ll take the Super Spicy Mega-Monster Udon Challenge, please.” he requested.

Across the room, the owner spotted Miyu taking Genos’ order. “Oi, it’s Demon Cyborg again! Miyu, did he order our special udon challenge?”

‘Demon Cyborg?’ she thought as she looked down at Genos, a bit confused, then at her owner. Miyu stared at her boss, not understanding what he meant, and awkwardly nodded. “Yes.” she responded bluntly.

Her boss sighed as he placed his hands on the sides of his head and shook it. “Get over here, Miyu!”

Miyu went up to him in a hurry as she could tell that he was stressed out. “What is i--?”

He shoved the bucket of udon and reward money into her hands. “Someone else ordered it but wussed out. Go give it to Demon Cyborg, and here’s the money too. He always finishes it.” he said. As he watched her walk away to give the cyborg his food, he said one more thing. “Your shift ends after you give it to him. You’ve had a lot of commissions today, so you’re all set to go.

Her eyes lit up and her mood seemed to change. If someone paid attention, they would’ve noticed the difference. She let out a sigh of relief and happily gave the cyborg his food and reward money. “Here you go!” she said as she placed his items on the table. For a second she eyed at his reward money but shook her head. “Must be nice..” she said to herself. Right after doing that she asked, “Is it.. Alright if I sit in this seat right here?”

Genos shrugged. “I see no problem with it.” he answered.

“Thank you.” Miyu then plopped herself down onto the seat and began to open the luggage. She pulled out a manga and began reading intently, feeling relaxed.

When Genos finished, he felt more energized since he gave himself more biofuel. He was about to leave until he noticed what the girl was reading in front of him. “Is that a.. Shoujo manga?” he asked in awe.

Miyu looked up at him as she raised a brow. “Yeah, why?”

“I would like to read it.” Genos looked at her with confidence and waited for an answer as he gave her his full attention. Since his master had taken back the one he was reading, maybe he could possibly read from someone else.

She moved her book to the side a bit. “Why would you wanna read it?” Miyu was in disbelief that a boy was actually eager to read a shoujo manga. To her, he seemed like the serious type that didn’t really pay attention to such things.

“I wish to learn about life from it.” he told her.

A small smile came across her face from his answer. To her, he sounded determined yet genuine too. Miyu lifted the manga up to show him the cover. “This is a shoujo manga, but there’s also shounen aspects in it. There’s a lot of action in it where the characters fight these monsters and demons.” She explains some of the things that may interest him.

“Shounen in shoujo?” Genos asked puzzled. “That’s quite new.. But I don’t see why it can’t be a thing. He gently swatted his hand showing a dismissing manner. “I understand fighting and skills, but I want to learn about the other things in shoujo.”

“Demon Cyborg!” the shop owner called out to him.

“Yes?” he turned to look at him. When he did so, he noticed everyone else had already left. ‘Strange.. I wasn’t paying attention to my sensors. I shouldn’t be letting my guard down so easily.’ he thought to himself internally with shame.

“I respect all that you do, but we’re closing soon. I mean- you can stay all you want, but I would think you would prefer going home, yeah? A hero like you deserves the luxury of comfort.”

‘Hero?’ Miyu thought as she squinted her eyes as she looked at him. She did take note of his features, but she didn’t fully understand the whole thing. Doing awkward jazz hands, she made an offer, “If you want to continue this conversation, I can stay to talk and I’ll close up the shop.”

The blonde cyborg raised his hand. “No need for that. I’m sure you all need the luxury of your homes as well.” Genos got up from his seat and pushed it back to the table properly. He turned his head to look down at Miyu. “You can call me Genos.”

“I’m Miyu.” she properly introduced herself. “Genos, do you come here often?” Miyu asked curiously.

He looked to the side to think for a minute. “I guess you can say that. Why, Miyu?”

She rummaged through her luggage to pull out the other volumes. “Here.” she insisted on giving them. “Just promise to return them after you’re done reading, learning, or whatever.”

Genos slightly bowed and gratefully took them off her hands.”Thank you, I appreciate it.” He then dug into the pockets of his pants for the reward money and gave it to her in return. “Take this. I noticed that you glanced at them at some point. I assume you need it?”

Her eyes widened. “That’s your reward! Really, it’s okay!” she persisted, feeling guilty.

He placed it on the table. “I insist. You need it more than me.” he said. “Plus, you’re entrusting me with your knowledge. That’s fair.”

Miyu’s jaw dropped but she smiled and internally felt teary because it was true. “Thank you, Genos. I’m thankful.” She waved as she noticed him about to take off his leave. “Bye, see you soon!”

“Of course. You were quite nice if I might say.” He waved and gave her a small reassuring smile as he walked out. “By the way, you should keep smiling happily. I thought you looked nice.”

“I’m honestly really awkwa--!” Miyu paused after being caught off by his word. ‘Does he know social cues? Or is he really just that straightforward?’ She shook her head and placed her hand on her cheeks, feeling it tinge as it was slightly warm. She could tell she was somewhat pink, but it wasn’t noticeable unless someone went up to her face.

“That’s strange of him.” her boss commented.

She turned to look at him as she grabbed her luggage’s handle, ready to go. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“I don’t really see S-Class heroes from the Hero Association really socialize during their free time.” he answered, baffled.

Miyu shrugged and said, “I don’t know.” as she walked out of the shop with her stuff. She looked up at the udon shop’s sign then down at the money in her hands, which she held to her chest. She sighed and had a saddened look on her face. Without wasting any more time, she walked off.

Meanwhile, Genos walked back to his master’s apartment. He felt quite ecstatic since he had more material to study and learn from. If it wasn’t for Miyu’s kindness, he wouldn’t have gotten them. He was surprised by her generosity, but he surely wasn’t going to let it go to waste. When he arrived at his master’s place, he carefully knocked on the door and waited for him to open it.

Saitama soon opened the door looking like a bum. When he opened the door, he had this dull expression as he picked his nose with his pinky. He flicked his fingers to the side, making sure nothing was sticking to it. Before actually acknowledging his own disciple’s return, he noticed the mangas he was holding. “Ohh!” he gushed with amusement. “You got the Sakurahime The Legend of Princess Sakura volumes?! Where?!”

Genos walked in and made his way to the living room. “I got them at the udon shop we often go to.” he answered respectfully as he sat himself down to begin reading.

“Wow!” he gasped in surprise. “The udon shop sells manga now?”

“No, Master, you misunderstood.” he corrected him and said, “I borrowed them from one of the workers there.”

The bald man closed the door and made his way to the cyborg, crossing his arms. “A worker?”

“Yes, they had it in a luggage.”

Saitama spat a bit. “What a weird dude.”

“No, Master. They were actually quite kind.” he added, “She was new.”

“Oh, in her purse.” he commented bluntly. “She has taste.” he referred to her manga choice.

“No, Master, luggage.” he persisted.

“Shut up! You’re talking about purses! I know what I’m talking about.” he exclaimed stubbornly, believing he knew.

Genos rolled his eyes as he continued to read. With his sensors, he sensed his master not moving. He looked up from the book and noticed him looking at him with excitement. Feeling unsettled, he questioned him. “Yes?”

“I want to read!” Saitama shouted excitedly. “You have the physical copies right here, and I’m too lazy to search them up online.”

The cyborg glared a bit at the man’s laziness. “I must study first.” he told him.

Saitama’s shoulders drooped as he looked up at his ceiling, giving a heavy sigh, “Agh!” he then complained, “You’re gonna write a bunch of stuff into a journal though and take a long time!” He internally screamed as he knew Genos would analyze every single small detail to precision. He’ll take an image, action, or word and go into a deep depth with it. His intense analyses didn’t seem necessary to him, but he knew he couldn’t stop him. “Genos! Hey, Genos!” The bald man continued to persist. “Genos..”

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heroes-writing · 5 years

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Write about whatever character of your choosing teaching their s/o how to cook! (headcannons seem easier but whatever you want)

Oh the power!!~ To get to choose~~ Ahhh I can’t decide so I’ll do my fav boys!!

(Also sorry if I made Genos’ s/o particularly bad at cookinglmaoo I found the situation too hilarious to ignore~)

Total Word Count: 1877

Genos: Word Count: 758

When Genos was behind the counter in Saitama’s kitchen, itwas like watching a magician perform.

With steam rising from multiple pots on the stove, and defthands moving in hyper speed-- he chopped, sliced, peeled, and seasonedeverything to perfection. Sometimes, for your benefit, he performedintricate techniques to crack open eggs or flip a something into the air.

You were content to watch him work, to taste the aftermathand give him compliment after compliment, but when it your time to cook for him…

It was all too easy to become intimidated by the masterhimself.

You stood in your own small home. Your kitchen…well it wasn’tused to its full potential to say the least. You had all sorts of pots and pansout, one measly steak knife in hand, and a crummy peeler you bought at thestore that very afternoon…

Your kitchen was inexperienced to say the least. You werefond of take-away, Genos’s food, or premade meals from the store.

You had dewy grocery bags gathered in a large pile on thecounter, and you weren’t sure how to start.

When were you supposed to cook the vegetables? The meat? Thecooking times were different but, you wanted it done at the same time…

You sent a nervous glance to Genos, who for once was in yourusual position. Sat at the kitchen table, watching you silently. The smile onhis face was small and so blissfully content-- damn it! You were determined tokeep it there.

You turned around and adjusted the pots and pans on thestove to your liking. You turned on the burners, figuring the pans needed towarm up properly. Then twirled back around to the grocery bags with raisedhands. Okay. No problem. Start small with baby steps, and you could have awonderful meal by the end of it!

You took your time unpacking everything, then decided toneatly arrange it all in rows—Wait, you should wash all the veg right??

“…Do you need my assistance at all? (Name)?”

You jolted and waved your hands wildly, knowing he wasgetting concerned by his sweet tone.

“N-no no!! I’m fine. I uh, I can do it. Just finding arhythm here...That’s all.”

Genos gazed at you blankly for a moment. His was stillsmiling with his eyes blank—somehow his expressions were softer without thepiercing yellow pupils.

“Do you have a recipe?”

You wilted, “Um, not—not really. I’m kind of wingingit.”

Without pause, he stood and approached the sink to wash hishands. His posture was nonchalant, and his smile was completely reassuring,even as you gestured for him to sit back down.

“Wait! Remember I’m cooking for YOU tonight—"

“Yes.” He replied stubbornly, “But I can teach you what Iknow too. We can do this together if you would like?” He said this as he driedhis hands, and without losing your gaze, he reached for the other (purelydecorative) apron you had hanging on the kitchen side. It was pink, yellow,and completely garish against the shiny black metal of his arms. Genos didn’tseem to care. He already seemed determined, and you knew there was no stoppinghim.

You head drooped into your shoulders, “I wanted to make youa meal…”

He rose his brows, his tone shifting into something soothingfor your benefit. “I understand, but I also want to make sure you cook…safely.”As if making a point, he turned off all the burners on the stove. Much to yourconfusion.

He answered your unspoken question, “You’ll ruin your potsdoing that, or burn your house down. Especially if they’re stainless steel.”

“Huh?” You gestured to them, “They’re made out ofmetal!”

“Metal can burn, (Name).” His smile grew wider as hechuckled to himself.

Your cheeks puffed as you dragged your hands down your face.

“Here, let’s make a salad first--”

“Salad! That’s too easy—” You whined. You hadit all pictured in your head of what you wanted—you wanted it to be the slickand fancy meals they served at five-star restaurants—

Genos hands were quick to calm you. He gently coaxed you tostand in front of him, pulling you into something of a half hug. Blinking inconfusion, you let him move you like a doll, till your back was against hischest, and he had your hands in cradled in his.

In the shell of your ear he murmured, “I’ll walk you throughit. We’ll wash, peel, and cut the vegetables. Then we’ll make our ownvinaigrette…”

You felt him press a sweet kiss to the back of your head,and that was all it took to wipe all the fight from your form. With hisproximity, you found the idea rather appealing suddenly.

“You’ll teach me?”

“Mm, then when I know you’re safe you can cook whenever youlike.”

Blushing, you nodded and pressed back against him, eager forthe rare affection. The whole of him was hard, but warm and always hummingslightly.

“Let’s begin…”

You smiled, although he couldn’t see it— You remedied thatquickly by slipping around and planting a quick kiss on his lips.

Mischievous, you tugged his arms to bring them tighteraround your waist, the little bump you felt as you pressed against thecounter’s smooth edge gave you immense satisfaction.

“Okay! I’m ready when you are!”

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Zombieman: Word count: 1119

“If you weren’t immortal, you’d be dead of scurvy.”

“Would not.” Z paused, giving his next words some seriousthought, “…I like Umeboshi just fine.”

You sputtered another laugh into your first, your smile alreadygrowing sore, “Oh come on, Z!”

“Dying of scurvy though, that’s a new one.” Zombieman was raisinghis brows at you, his lips twitching into a handsome smile.

“I don’t think Umeboshi from rice balls counts as a source ofcalcium, babe.” You jibed, and he shrugged.

“If I eat enough of em, they will.”

Shaking your head, you watched him press the stub of hiscurrent cigarette into the crowded ashtray on your porch railing. His own silentchuckle was shaking his broad shoulders.

Along with the small gas grill Z was currently standing infront of, you had bought the ash tray just for him.

There were small, little objects that the two of you hadbegun to buy for each other. Little possessions to make staying with oneanother comfortable an easy…Every time you thought about it, your heart burstwith love and affection~ Z tended to purchase comfier blankets and pillows foryour stays at his place.

While you finally gave under the need to cook food yourboyfriend preferred.

Z-man loved his steak, burgers, and yakinuku meatskewers after all. And apparently, they didn’t taste the same when madeon an electric grill. Hmph.

He seemed to love grilling at least, since getting it, a lotof your meals had been prepared on it although you were still somewhat skittishof the flames.

You sipped your small drink, to ease your throat, and placedit gently on the table between your chairs. The summer air was loud withcicadas, but they couldn’t completely beat the loud sizzling coming from thegrill.

Whatever he had under the lid tonight did smell tasty.

As if on cue, your stomach growled, and Z looked at you witha raised brow as he clinked the grilling tongs together.

“Hungry?”

You nodded desperately before jerking your head towards thedoor, “When should I start on the sides?”

“Mm.” He opened the lid, letting oppressive heat and flamejump out. “I’d give it 20 minutes or so.”

“Okidoki~” You were looking forward to making his plate andfilling it up, just how he liked it.

“(Name), you haven’t even used this thing yet, right?” Hegestured to the grill as he picked up his own drink to take a long sip.

You hummed, giving the silvery and red finish of the grill aperturbed glance. “…I’m more of a baker, I think.”

He snorted, “What would you do if you had to survive in thewild though?”

“Oh no, this conversation again!” You grinned, “First ofall, I’d have you, and you could deal with the—” You gestured with yourhands, “Being a caveman, making a fire or whatever...But how is workinga grill anything like working over a campfire??”

His grin was purposefully teasing, “It’s basically thesame thing.”

“You don’t have those fancy knobs in the wild, Z.”

He shook his head, and clicked the tongs again, “C’mere,I’ll show you how to work it~”

“Oh, come on, it’s hot, and you want me near a flameright now?”

“It’ll give me peace of mind if you knew how to work it~”

“That’s bullshit, you just want me to suffer and sweat withyou.”

He grinned and laughed in that carefree way of his that madehis tired eyes crinkle at the edges. It made your heart melt—just a little…

While shaking your head and rolling your eyes, you couldn’tdeny him when he was holding a hand towards you.

You put your hand in his and let him pull you out of yourseat all too easily. His strength allowed him to tug you close and under hisarm as he used the other to raise the grill lid.

You recoiled from the heat that blew over you. “Ugh!” You complained,straight into Z’s shoulder.

He jostled you playfully and offered you the tongs. “Doesn’tit feel great?”

Almost choking on the heat, you gasped, “Literally feelslike I’m 2 feet away from the Sun.”

He hummed into your hair, and it only served to make the warmthmore obvious.

You gazed into the black and flaming insides of the grilland jolted in surprise. “Ohh! You’re making some peppers too?”

His hand slipped across your own guiding you forward, “Mhm.We should flip em over, so they don’t get too well done.”

“I love these!” You insisted, and you felt him chuckleagainst your temple, “Oh, I know.”

Tentatively he guided you to raise the tongs, but youstalled as you watched the flames licking high and then ducking low into thegrill.

He answered your unspoken question, “You won’t get burned,just don’t linger, and use the tongs.”

A little uneasy but placing your trust in him anyway, youshrugged.

“…M’kaaay.” With your approval, he guided you with your armheld high and the tongs at a safe distance away. With the summer wind dyingdown, the jumping flames settled... It suddenly seemed about as dangerous asanything else on the stove.

Zombieman’s head rested on your shoulder, “We shouldprobably put the peppers on the other side of the grill. You keep a hot sideand a cooler side, you know?”

“Oh.” You said, as you flipped some of the peppers and meatskewers around.

Focused and moving with more of your own will than Z’s youchirped “Okay! I got this~” Now completely confident in yourself you arrangedthe contents of the grill to your liking.

Then you gently elbowed his stomach, “Alright Z, I don’tneed your help anymore.~” You made sure to make your voice proud and playful.

“Eh? You’re through with me?” He curled his arms around yourwaist, not even seeming to care about the heat, and while closing the lid, youtried to half heartedly pull his arms away.

“Oh no, it’s too hoooot, cuddle me in the winter.”

He squeezed just once before laughing and slipping away. Amutual sigh of relief rang through you both, as cooler air washed over yourback and arms. Z shook his head and pinched his shirt away from his body, “Yeah,it’s a little too hot for that...”

“You’re too hot.” You joked, and just for the hell of it, yougot on your tippy toes and blew a cold stream of air over his neck beforekissing his jaw.

Upon seeing his shiver, you laughed to yourself, and skippedaway before he could pull you back in for another too hot hug.

#genos #zombieman #opm #one punch man #opmscenario #opm scenario #these hcs turned into scenarios thats just how it be sometimes lmao #this ask was sooo cuutte #Anonymous

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crimson-cat · 4 years

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One Punch Man: Fanmade power level desc. for Saitama (With some head cannons for what his other modes are)

SAITAMA

Description: Just a guy who's a hero for fun.

-Stats-

HP 999999999999999999999999999

MP 999999999999999999999999999

Atk 999999999999999999999999999

Def 999999999999999999999999999

Sp. Def 999999999999999999999999999

Stam 999999999999999999999999999

Speed 999999999999999999999999999

-Modes-

Normal

Serious

Strong

Stronger

Killer

Legendary

Ultimate

-Power level of every mode-

Normal= 5%

Serious= 15%

Strong= 30%

Stronger= 50%

Killer= 75%

Legendary= 90%

Ultimate= 100%

-Move set of every mode-

-Normal-

Normal punch

Consecutive normal punches

Normal sideway jumps

Normal table flip

Normal karate chop

-Serious-

Serious punch

Consecutive serious punches

Serious sideway jumps

Serious table flip

Serious karate chop

-Strong-

Strong punch

Consecutive strong punches

Strong sideway jumps

Strong table flip

Strong karate chop

-Stronger-

Stronger punch

Consecutive stronger punches

Stronger sideway jumps

Stronger table flip

Stronger karate chop

-Killer-

Killer punch

Consecutive killer punches

Killer sideway jumps

Killer table flip

Killer karate chop

-Legendary-

Legendary punch

Consecutive legendary punches

Legendary sideway jumps

Legendary table flip

Legendary karate chop

-Ultimate-

Ultimate punch

Consecutive ultimate punches

Ultimate sideway jumps

Ultimate table flip

Ultimate karate chop

Fun fact: Saitama never ultrapassed serious mode, due to the fact he never had to fight an enemy who he would need to go beyond his serious mode to defeat. That means not even HE knows how strong his other modes actually are.

#One Punch Man #Saitama #Power level #Fanmade

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bts5sosempire · 5 years

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BTS Reaction: small short s/o

A/n: this one took me longer to finished.

Kim Seokjin:

Jin doesn't know what is funnier to him, you trying to reach the top of the cabinet or the way you are struggling to keep your toes hoisting you up. He saw how your face scrunches up and the way you bit your lower lip in frustration.

You let out a loud huff as you were annoyed. You weren't that short, maybe just an inch or two shorter than the average height, but you are there in the 5 feet zone!

Turning your face away, you saw out of the corner of your eyes there was Jin there with amusement written all over his face as he tries not to laugh. You motion a hand for him to come over and he walks over to you and his height tower over your form. Jin grabs the bottle of honey and salt you were trying so desperately to get. He looks down and there was little happiness twinkling in your eyes.

“Thank you, Jin!” You shouted before accepting the salt and honey from him before scurrying away to the table to prep the meat. But you came back and tell him to lower himself so you can give them a kiss before running back.

Jin giggles to himself. He can see the little imaginary tail wagging behind you proudly.

Min Yoongi:

You and Yoongi were walking down the crowded street of Saitama. Both of your eyes spot a black bear mascot, with two rosy cheeks and its little white eyes with black pupils. “Are you seeing what I'm seeing?” You ask Yoongi and look at him out of the corner of your eyes with a wide grin. Yoongi tug on your hand and you both quicken your steps to get to the bear Kumamon.

There were children with their parents as they were taking pictures. You excitedly stood next to Yoongi as your excitement was skyrocketing. Yoongi doesn't know if seeing you acting like a kid ever made him this happy, and he is because he is in the same boat as you. You both practically love Kumamon and literally bonded over it.

It took a moment for the children to clear out and you both walk over to Kumamon and the photographer told you both to smile and took a few pictures. The photographer handed the photos to you and Yoongi. But there was something that made laugh. “You look so small, it's cute.” He pointed out the height. You were almost at the equal height of the bear, but a tab bit taller. “I'm keeping this one.”

He stuffs it in his pocket and hands you the other photo for you to keep.

Jung Hoseok:

Every single time Hoseok sees you, he hugs and kisses you. You fit like in the center of his palm, and he would like to say that today is just one of those days. Hoseok saw you all wrapped up in a bundle like a newborn prop on the couch as your laptop lay on your lap and watch K-Dramas.

Your glasses keep falling off on your nose bridge and you keep pushing it back up. Hoseok ran to you with his high pitch squeal and glomp you on the couch. He put your laptop aside and start rocking you back and forth in his arms. “You look like a baby,” he breathlessly said, “so small and cute!”

“Are you teasing me because I'm smaller than Jimin?” You look innocently at Hoseok who grab your face and puff out your cheeks and lips.

“No you are cuter than him,” Hoseok squeezes the living life out of you. “You are my Little Riceball.”

“Riceball?” You ask him with a pout and a frown, “Do I look round to you?” This made Hoseok tells you to stay still and accept his love and affection, while he kept calling you ‘Little Riceball’.

Kim Namjoon:

Life couldn't get anymore greater for you. Your short self had decided to climb the shelf that is full of snacks and different kind of flavors. You manage to bring down a whole shelf with you. Luckily you didn't get hurt.

“(Name) which one do you-” Namjoon appeared out of the corner and saw you gasp at him, “-would go with the…bulgogi.”

You can see the disappointment on his face as you try to help the employee picking up all the snacks from the ground as two other male employees put the shelf back. “Namjoon this isn't what it looks like!” You suddenly stand up and three bags of chips fell from your arms. You hurriedly put the snacks on the shelf and apologize to the employees endlessly before running to Namjoon who looks like he is ready to scold you.

“You could've told me to help you to get the snacks.” He told you like it was the most obvious thing in the world, with a deadpanned look.

“But you were like four aisles away! And I didn't think that...this would happen, oh well.” He smacks your head with a pack of meat and you look at the ground in guilt.

“At least your shorty self is okay,” Namjoon looks at the employees and made a slight bow and apologizes for your behavior. “Let's go,” he drags you along. “And I'm not mad at you also.”

Park Jimin:

Your height made Jimin more protective of you at all time. Anywhere you are, he was there silently watching…and listening. You had decided to visit him and everyone was practicing for the upcoming comeback. As soon as the dance choreography told everyone to take a short break, Jimin came flying at you at top speed like a jet.

“My second Mochi!” His overly affectionate self consumed you as you fall onto the side of the couch. Jimin likes to stick to you like glue. He was always happy to see you and there's no doubt that he'll let you leave his arms.

“Jimin…” Muffling out his name, he let's go of you and his big smile on his face never disappear. You turn away from him and hand him a water bottle with three containers that were stack on top one another, and another one.

“Is all of this for me?” He happily asks you and you nodded at him. Jimin didn't waste time to open up the containers and the food wafts in the air. “You should eat too, so you'll grow,” He teases and gives you a piece of the food and you accept it with a glare and a shy blush adorned your face.

“I smell food, did (Name) noona made it?” A loud Jungkook asks while there were thunderous footsteps of many coming yours and Jimin's ways. All Jimin can do is trying to shoo them away pointlessly as they all start grabbing food from the containers and you laugh at his reaction.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung had come to visit you and see a little kid no older than seven open the door for him. “Who are you?”

“I'm (Name)'s boyfriend.”

“I didn't know that Little Auntie had a boyfriend? Auntie (Name) your boyfriend is here!” Your nephew shouted so loud that three other kids pop out from the kitchen. Your nephew that open the door ran off to inform you.

Taehyung walks inside and saw it was havoc.

“Kwangmin, Kamjoo, and Solyong!” With a loud voice, there was loud laughter.

“Auntie your boyfriend is here!”

“Hoseon I told you about not to open door to people and strangers without telling me first,” you scold the boy and emerge from the kitchen. Your hair was quite dishelved and disarray like your clothes.

Taehyung saw you carry another kid on your back as the baby slept through all the commotions.

“Oh hi Taehyung,” greeting your boyfriend, Solyong, your niece came to grab your hand.

“Auntie, after you're done the cooking, can you play as little fairy queen again?”

“Why? You can ask Kwangmin to be the fairy king this time.” Solyong shook her head.

“No, you fit the small height of being the fairy queen. Plus you're small like us.”

Taehyung can't help it but grin at you who sigh in defeat and told her you'll play with her when you're done with the cooking and put little baby Nayoung to sleep properly. Taehyung saw you glare at him as you can read his mind, and he can't help it but comment it.

“Little Fairy Queen.” He giggles.

Jeon Jungkook:

Each time you jump, Jungkook jumps too. You were getting tired as he was teasing your height. He often pats your head and uses you like a little armchair. “Is my little (Name) getting mad?” He teases out with such a mocking voice that you want to punch that smile of his off his face.

“Jungkook I'm serious, give me back my floppy disc, I need it for work.” You were getting angry at his little smug attitude. Sometimes he takes the short joke too far that you won't be sorry for him anymore if you decide to do a roundhouse kick at him.

“What is so important that you won't even spend time with me little shorty?” Jungkook put the floppy disc in his back pocket.

“I swear to all the gods of all the religions that I won't be sorry if you don't give it back to me, I need it for work and my deadline is coming very soon.” With a glare, Jungkook doesn't look phased at all, and he is underestimating you to take him down.

“Nope.” Jungkook pops out the ‘p’ and this set you off.

You grab his arm forcefully over your shoulder and you turn your back and throw him over with all your strength. Just because you're small that doesn't mean you can't handle someone bigger than you.

Jungkook let out a groan and you squat down and flip him over into his stomach and grab out the disc from his pocket jean. “I told you so.” With a victory grin, you walk off happily and go back to finishing your work.

Jungkook lay on the ground and thinks for a moment.

“Holy shit she's strong.” He wheezes out. He can confirm that you are a Bong-soon in disguise.

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