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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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[ huh?

that's the last thing he expected genos to say, actually looking bewildered and caught off-guard.

what does he even reply with? why the hell is it throwing him off? why is his skin getting warm? ] I… [ averts his gaze, head following soon after. ]

... [ fans out a towel, shoulders scrunching up. ] Pervert.

[ well. on the one hand, this hit closer to the mark than it ever has thus far. on the other, it still isn't completely what genos meant...nonetheless, he'll accept it as a small victory of the day.

his ears are pink. sensei never does that, and by now genos would like to think he's seen almost everything his idol is capable of.

he won't laugh, though he carries the capacity to more or less recreate such a sound. a soft keh of amusement flees his lips, retreating indoors to fold a pile of laundry he's neglected. most of it is his own, but he figures sensei will appreciate a fresh pair of pajamas to come home to. ]

[ the laugh breaks him out of his… embarrassment? whatever it is, he balls up the towel and chucks it at the guy’s back for the sound of amusement that leaves him.

it's not like he cares all that much. not really.

interesting, huh… for what was coming out of the cyborg's mouth a week ago, he can't be blamed for being so perplexed. then again, even he's acting a little weird, isn't he? no longer does he feel the need to insult the kid, or egg him on for the sake of his own amusement.

sonic doesn't want to think about it, wishing he didn't finish his own work so quickly for once. ]

[ genos doesn't care. he's proud of himself for handling affairs the way he has, prouder still after realizing he's finally given that ninja a little taste of his own medicine. it isn't enough to fully satisfy the score, sure, but he'll take what he can get.

he carries on like nothing out of the ordinary has happened, switching on the (new) television for background noise while going through the motions of sorting, folding, stacking. with his luck the breaking news report on-screen will pull him away as the call for heroes goes out. incidents sure are on the rise these days, with no signs of ceasing anytime soon.

too bad. he'd really hate to leave alone, and not just because he holds on to a faint fear he may yet trash the place... ]

[ sonic’s ears switch quickly from a shade of pink to prickling with interest from what he hears on the TV.

forgetting what weird turmoil that he almost got lost in, he jumps up and lands back on the top of the table, mirroring his previous position and claiming it as his perch once more. ]

Oh, is the city in trouble again? [ nudges genos with a foot, not caring that they might have a repeat performance. ] Looks like it's time for you to go, hero.

There is trouble in every city. [ sonic's foot is paid no mind. the sensations are...curious, but easily overlooked. genos's interests lie more in the reports, in the projected threat level. ]

Tiger threats are not my concern. [ a lower-class level can deal with that one. ]

[ smirks at that, leaving his foot on the small of genos's back for no reason other than to be annoying. ] Wow. That's ice cold, cyborg.

[ it sounds that way, doesn't it? but that's the sad truth of the world, a facet genos doesn't think needs pointing out. ]

My abilities are best served handling more severe situations. There are plenty of others who can answer the call.

[ isn't it how works? patrolling heroes are more than welcome to try their hands when they face an encounter out there. higher-ranking, more capable units like genos, however, are best suited for critical disasters, when mass destruction is on the way. it is how it is. ]

I wouldn't know. [ gently kicks off of him, using his firm back to help him roll backwards, off of the table, and onto his feet. ] Villains follow a different set of rules, so...

[ more like they don't have any real rules. ranking was for the vain, to weed out the weak, and the headquarters sonic would like nothing more than to destroy. it'll happen sooner or later, whether it's from within or from outside sources. heroes were almost more vicious and cutthroat than his pack of underground murderers. ]

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[ there's that word again. genos is keenly aware this man is trouble, has killed for money, possibly for fun, probably has plans to once he's taken his fill of pestering and moved onto somewhere else in z city.

even so, does he have to broadcast it so openly?

swaying from the momentum, he sighs, folds up one of his own sleeveless shirts which number by the dozens. as interesting as he's claimed sonic is, he has little to no interest in finding out exactly how the underworld works. when they meddle in everyday civilian life, genos will be there to put them down. that's all. ]

[ the reason why he's so open about his status is simple: sonic's proud of it. he's one of the so-called vain villains, absolutely euphoric when there are whispers of how dangerous is he, how good he is at his job, the number of lives he's taken.

there's no remorse in him for everything he's done, if it's not obvious enough already. the thrill and satisfaction of ending a person's existence, of being the one who played god, was more than enough for him.

well, the several tens of thousands of dollars he has from assassinating helped a lot, too.

sonic's still human, however, and his personality off the clock can be slightly different. it shows as much when he's crawling over to genos, plopping down in front of him before picking up a shirt to fold it as well. all he can do is mirror his actions, silent in his work for once. ]

...? [ just when genos thinks he's seen everything sonic has to offer, he surprises him again.

there's a remark on the tip of his manufactured tongue, something about wanting to get closer to his sensei by handling his underdrawers, but he'll keep such comments to himself, less inclined to incite the outrage that will follow as he is to maintain this temporary truce between the two of them.

it's the strangest thing: villain and hero sorting laundry in front of one another. glowing eyes flit upward, drinking it all in. ]

Your assistance isn't necessary. [ not that he's shoving sonic off. to the contrary, he hands him pairs of socks as a change of pace to the shorts he somehow found himself getting involved with. a safer set of garments might be better for him... ]

[ takes the socks, shaking them out. ] Your comments aren't necessary, either.

[ sonic doesn't pursue that line of thought, going back to work. that weird, twisting feeling in the pit of his stomach returns as he's folding the cotton and moving on to one of what he assumes is genos's shirts, given the ripped sleeves. he takes more time than necessary to smooth it out on the ground and neatly tucks it in here and there. ]

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... [ so much for politeness...

fine. if he's going to play it that way, genos will say nothing further.

with two pairs of hands, the pile is tackled in only a fraction of the time, leaving each of them at a loss of how to proceed. putting everything back where it belongs sounds good, which the boy will do in continued silence.

he'll hang on to one of the last shirts sonic smoothed out. save it for tomorrow, probably. he won't know. ]

[ since the television is on and actually working properly (minus the ridiculous pornographic material blaring, thank god) he makes himself more comfortable, not seeing any point in poking around, seek out more things to straighten and clean. the toaster will inform him if he so chooses.

stretches his body across the floor, lying on his side with his hand propping his head up. the news is hardly interesting, so he blindly reaches for the remote, finding it after a few tries. flips through the channels lazily, finding nothing more than the local channels coming up on the screen.

why doesn't he have cable...? ]

[ cable is expensive. genos has never argued this point; it's only natural for sensei to want to save money wherever he can. besides, on an average day, there's no time for binging out on television anyway. not with monsters to fight, people to save...

...ah, now he's reminded of earlier. should he have really stopped what he's doing and rushed out to fight? guilt isn't exactly the right word here, but something inside of genos has his mechanisms all twisted and addlepated. he doubts it's anything of major concern. he'll bring it up later, over dinner, bask in one of sensei's wisdoms to keep it at bay.

moving on from it, it's back to cleaning as usual. he didn't expect much from sonic's contributions, is still impressed he did far more than expected of him. with the laundry done and out of the way, the rugs beaten, the floor swept, the corners dusted, it's on to the kitchen, to throw away leftover takeout they have no current use for... ]

[ and here he'll remain, eyes a tad glassy due to his lack of interest in the what's currently playing. game shows could be a reliable form of entertainment, but it's not doing much for him right now, not when it's the middle of the afternoon and thus full of reruns.

rolls his neck, watching genos move about. the ninja thinks back on what he said, how he was watching him, that he's interesting...

of course i'm interesting, sonic reasons, refusing to give in to what borders on a weak attitude. i'm the most wanted criminal, the fastest of them all—

ah, there it is again, the deflated feeling which easily washes away his arrogance. what the hell is wrong with him? it's like it requires more effort than usual to be confident around the hunk of junk after everything that's happened between them. not that a whole lot has been said or done, but sonic can feel the shift in his mood, the way genos didn't complain about him being here, how they worked together on doing laundry of all things.

strange. it's strange, it's wrong, yet he can't find it in himself to care.

not liking where his thoughts are going, sonic falls back on his natural state of being, sighing dramatically to grab the current resident's attention. ]

I'm hun-gry. [ presses his feet together while laying on his back, position looking sort of like a frog... ] Make me something to eat.

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[ oh. right when the last of some old yakisoba got dumped in the garbage, too... ]

We're out.

[ there may or may not be a single cup of noodles in the cupboard. or maybe that was last week, and sensei ate it already... ]

[ squints. twists around on the ground to face genos properly. ]

What? [ sits up onto his rear, almost looking offended. ] How could you be out of food?

[ ??? ] ...by eating it.

[ even genos eats. ]

[ throws his hands up in the air. ]

You should replenish it when your supplies get low!

We do.

[ huffs, untying his apron to slip it off and fold it loosely in two. ]

Sensei should be bringing home something on special. [ realizing it, genos stops, looking around the room in a daze. ] Ah...I should tell him what we need...

[ perks up. ]

Special...?

[ you aren't invited to dinner, redundant pervert. ]

Yes. Although it tends to mean eating a lot of the same thing when it's so cheap...

[ he's busying himself with looking for his phone, still needing to mail sensei... ] As long as my needs are met, I don't really care about the variety. [ even rice alone would probably be sufficient to keep his nutrients balanced. ]

[ ah, right, they've veered off of sonic's original demand. he couldn't care less about the dumb domestics they have planned, only thinking about his own needs, as usual. ]

Okay, but I'm hungry now. [ reaches into his pocket for his phone, flipping through his contact list. ] I'm ordering a pizza.