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[ saitama's secret stash...

...is something of a misnomer. there's nothing really secret about it, for one; the man doesn't have a lot of space to work with, and everything there is to see in his home is more or less in plain sight. he doesn't have much to hide, made abundantly clear every time genos performs a thorough bi-weekly sweep of their surroundings.

sensei, this flyer is from last month...
don't mind it, it doesn't expire for a while, you know?

the coupons tend to be long-expired, but genos won't say a thing. it's better to live and let live, or on those cases, not let his sensei know so he can pick up any wanted groceries in his stead. saitama doesn't need to know the real price. if he wants to keep thinking the value is worth something in the long run, so be it. frugality is one of his dozens of virtues, anyway.

what passes for the stash is typically nothing more than the latest magazines, advertisements, and other paraphernalia well-stocked by genos to ensure that sensei is continuing to thrive. originally it started out as something of a team effort (though saitama really hadn't seen the need at the time), growing into more and more of genos's side project over time. it makes sense, what with how busy sensei is these days. there's always a squabble here, a fight there, the here association pulling at their ears all the while...

lately saitama isn't even around, which leaves his young ward to his own devices, more often than not. there's no problem in it when genos has plenty of things to study, hero duties he can catch up on, plus the occasional tune-up at dr. kuseno's lab.

which leads him to wonder: what in the world is with this growing pile of discs in the living room?

video games... genos knows of them. his years spent as a cyborg of justice doesn't mean he's forgotten the past, forgotten some of the things which used to fill his spare time. but why are they filling sensei's? surely his hours could be better spent climbing the ranks of the association, just as he encouraged genos to do. not that sensei doesn't know best; he probably has a plan he hasn't told genos of yet, doing things in his own way. sensei, after all, is the strongest man the world has ever seen. what does ranking have to do with it?

at this point it's purely speculation. they could be here due to any number of things. there's no telling they belong to saitama in the first place. it's entirely possible they might have something to do with how much time he spends around the s-class's seventh best. as for why king would be influencing him to bring home piles and piles of games, it's beyond genos's reasoning. is it for training? it has to be for training.

now he's drawn a conclusion, able to proceed with no issues. a little tidying is fine, far from unwelcome, and sensei will appreciate it. if he asks, it's very possible they could play together too, like he does with the king.

if...oh.

wait.

a lot of these don't look like they're for two players at all...

and that is how the biomechanical boy has found himself sprawled out on the floor in the middle of the afternoon, transfixed by a now-empty jewel case with a scantily-clad girl on the packaging, her moans on the television screen ringing in his ears.

training. this is for training. sensei just needed a little...brushing up on how to talk to women. judging from how genos has fared in his game so far, he doesn't seem to have the same trouble. if anything, it's been all too easy to win over this virtual girl's affections and lure her into the bedroom. surely they don't act this way in the real world, too. genos's fanclub throwing themselves at them left and right is harrowing enough! ]

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[ blinks at that, finally moving back a fraction so he can properly look at genos. ] What? What's that? Why? [ he's so confused, he's not round at all... ]

Your name is redundant.

[ did it get him to move? breathes out a sigh of relief...which could also easily be a wisp of steam hissing out from genos's upper body. it's difficult to tell. ]

[ sonic quickly takes note of the puff, but makes no comment. crosses his arms over his chest instead. ]

How is "Speed of Sound Sonic" redundant? It expresses how fast I really am.

... [ he...tries to say it out loud with a straight face, and can't.

this is the closest to laughing genos can show, looking away with folded arms. how does such a name sound good to anyone? ]

[ against his will, sonic feels his ears and the back of his neck heat up. that infuriates him more than being made fun of. ]

Hey! It's a great villain name, "Demon Cyborg" the Overgrown Toaster!

[ villain... now there's some food for thought.

it isn't shocking. genos knows who's dealing with, weighed the risks. being reminded of the reality of it, however, puts something of a sour taste in his mouth (he'll wash it down with cold tea).

a great name for an aspiringly-great villain. if such is the case... ]

... [ the rain isn't letting up, but round circle sonic sure has overstayed his welcome. inside his head, the wheels turn, back on track to find a way of getting him to shoo for good, derisively snorting in the meantime. ] I did not choose this name.

[ reaches for his own tea, snorting. ] Can't you change it? You're S-Rank, you should have a say in it.

[ if it were him, he'd probably just stab the person in charge of giving them their dumb hero names. this is exactly why he would make a terrible hero, but thems the breaks.

as it currently stands, sonic's quite content now that the pattern is back to normal. no longer is he feeling out of his element, thinking he'll stick to this rather than get swept up in... whatever it was that went on before. now that was something worth scrambling away from. ]

[ whereas genos feels increasingly taken aback and out of form once again. ] ... [ unable to supply anything new or interesting to the topic, his eyes shift to one side.

the cup in his hand may or may not be starting to crack right at the edges. he isn't clenching it too tightly on purpose. really, no. ]

[ downs the rest of the tea, eyes on the persistent rain thrumming outside. when nothing comes, sonic looks back at genos.

... snaps his fingers again. ] Hey! Don't turn off on me, I asked you a question!

...you talk too much.

[ it may come from seemingly nowhere, but he's been feeling it for a while now. ]

You just don't talk enough. [ tosses the cup onto the table. ] For someone so smart, you really suck at conversation.

[ it isn't one of his high points, sure. ]

Did you come here to talk? [ if he didn't know any better, he'd think he's long lost sight of his original objective. saitama isn't here, doesn't seem as though he has any intentions on showing up anytime soon.

just how long does this guy plan on waiting? ]

No, but the bald guy isn't here. [ stretches, glancing at him sidelong. ] Are you saying I can't find something else to do in the meantime? You sure are bossy.

... [ a fair point. cornered again, he's unwilling to do anything else, save for hastily scribbling another note.

less useful than the last one, but it's still knowledge to put to use another day. ]

[ slouches forward, lazily dangling his arms over his knees. this time he doesn't jump to read the note, not as interested as before, though he will give genos a good, long look. ]

... [ flops backwards, sprawling his limbs out once more. ] The floor is hard and cold. Get me a pillow.

... [ should he or should he not declare he's been sitting on the only pillow in here this entire time?

except for sensei's, of course. that one is strictly off limits. ]

...no.

[ turns his head away, tching again. ]

What an awful host. I thought you were supposed to be a hero.

No one needs saving here. [ maybe genos's sanity. ]

I was talking about being hospitable, you dumb radiator.

[ well, he only says this because he realizes that only one side of him feels warm compared to the cold apartment. strange. ]

We have had tea. What more do you want?

[ the temperature seems optimal over here, now that someone isn't right up in his face anymore. ]

I didn't ask for that. [ a pause, thinking. the guy seemed very... decisive over the offer, now that he has a moment to ruminate. turns back again. ] Why did we have tea, again?

[ ??? ] It is hospitable.

[ isn't it? sensei always asks for tea whenever they're herded into a hero association meeting... ]

[ grins up at him. ]

So's giving me a pillow.

... [ looks down at the pillow underneath his butt. then back again. ]

... ... [ he's being had, isn't he? ]

[ raises both of his hands, palms up, ready to accept the pillow. ]