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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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[ 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.

You're staying?

[ his tone is neutral; genos doesn't look like he minds so much as he's confused why sonic would. there is nothing here for him, and if the last visit was any indicator, it doesn't seem like saitama will be coming back anytime soon. ]

[ shrugs, making himself comfortable by the table, elbows resting on top of it as he hits send on his phone. ]

I guess. What else do I have to do? [ like genos is thinking, saitama's obviously not coming back for quite some time, and his original objective wasn't to go into battle with the hero who continues to best him by dumb luck. that's something he'll keep under wraps, still uncertain as to why he went through the trouble to come here in the first place. ]

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[ there is no feasible way for genos to string together a sentence to convey how he's feeling right now. he isn't sure if this is from the limitations of not being human anymore, or just...something in general stopping him from having a coherent thought.

he should be kicking this punk out, telling him there's no reason to be loitering here in his home, in sensei's home. as of this moment they aren't enemies, but they're hardly on friendly terms, either. while today may be a breakthrough, who's to say they'll be staying that way?

by appearances it looks like genos has blown a fuse, head cocked to one side and staring lifelessly at sonic. once he's shaken it off, he stalks elsewhere, finding that missing phone of his and shooting off a message. he's got more to ask his sensei than what's for dinner, now, leaving out exactly who it is he's going to be sharing food with. and apologizing in advance for any future messes. ]

[ meanwhile, sonic's made himself right at home, humming as he waits for someone to pick up. ]

Hey, it's me. [ there's some kind of nervous laughter ringing from the phone, followed by overly fake cheer. sonic doesn't have to say anything else, looking at a far point just above genos's head, blind to his plight. ] Yeah, the usual. No, not the same address.

[ while he knows the exact location, he's unaware of the apartment number, hoisting himself off of the floor and past genos. after opening the door and relaying the information he needs: ] Uh-huh. Ten minutes? 'Kay.

[ no goodbyes are necessary, abruptly ending the call after padding back inside and back into his original position by the television. maybe he can find something stupid to watch while he waits. ]

[ well, this is happening.

what are his options? genos isn't going to leave, not when an air of suspicion still hangs heavily over sonic...plus, it wouldn't be a good idea to squander the opportunity of stuffing his face. it does save him the trouble of having tun out alone, or else linger with lowered energy until sensei finally makes his triumphant return.

he's trapped, in a way. he awkwardly arranges himself a good arms' length away from sonic, clueless on what to do, how to proceed. sitting quietly is his only item in his arsenal for the time being, sitting motionlessly.

uneventful days like these can be among the worst. he should be out patrolling, or at least training...maybe after sonic's eaten his fill he'll be more inclined to scram. ]

[ there's no need for him to act that way. sonic's more or less harmless at this point, refusing to go deeper into that phenomenon, even when he's home alone. the answers he's looking for won't be the ones he finds, so it's best he just leave it be, move on to bigger and better things. like pizza. lots and lots of pizza.

a proud smirk is on his face while resuming his search for a proper program, landing on a soap opera of some sort. has he seen this before? probably not, he has far more than ten channels to choose from. this is probably a knockoff of a higher quality show he's so used to. sonic might be a tad bit spoiled in that respect, but he doesn't care, he thinks he deserves to be spoiled.

in spite of his previous thoughts, the soap playing is more amusing than he thought it would be, leaning forward a fraction when something dramatic happens. they've only caught the last of it, anyway, yet he's entertained all the same. he goes so far as to cackle lowly when a woman is being particularly dramatic, murmuring out a haha, stupid to himself. ]

[ at least he has more of a clue than genos, who's utterly baffled by what's happening. ]

...what is this. [ a soap opera, obviously, but when's the last time he's sat down to watch one of those, let alone any program that isn't the news?

when sensei leaves it on he barely pays it any mind. it's pure noise tending to distract him from the task at hand, like studying, or browsing the latest forum topics to keep tabs on themselves and the other heroes.

ah, shoot. he should grab his computer, but it's across the room, and sonic's in the way. he'll have to settle for this. ]

I dunno, something dumb? [ ah, he really wishes he had popcorn right about now, it would be much more enjoyable. ] I love this shit, though, it's so pointless.

Why is she yelling about nothing? No one would ever do that in reality.

[ they're different genres of entertainment, but he doesn't remember the superhero shows from his youth ever being this level of lousy... ]

[ snorts out once in a sort of half-laughter. ]

Just like your little porno.

[ if genos could sweat, it'd be beading on his brow by now. ]

That is...adult entertainment software sensei borrowed from an acquaintance. [ he pauses, frowning. ] Clearly produced on a low budget for a specific audience.

Specific audience, huh. [ laces his fingers together, resting his chin on top of them. turns to smile widely at genos. ] Considering what I walked in on and your reluctance to turn it off, I'd take a gamble on their target audience being you.

...no.

[ no stammering, no backpedaling, no explanations or lectures. just a simple, one-word, monotone denial.

it was so easy, anyway. not engaging at all. ]

That's what you say...

[ before he can say anything more, there's a knock at the door. immediately perks up, doing a complicated somersault-like move to get to his feet and towards the door.

opens and closes it faster than the blink of an eye, carrying about five pizza boxes into the living room. unceremoniously dumps them on the table, hands on his hips. clearly he's proud of his work well done, even if he did nothing more than make a call. ]

[ where...does he look? at the boxes, or at sonic? ]

... [ ultimately, his eyes dart between both, so lost. ] Five?

[ that's so many. sensei doesn't eat that much... ]

[ cocks his head to the side, an eyebrow raised. ]

Don't look so concerned, one of them is for you.

[ with a critical eye he gets a closer look, estimating the size, the diameter, the toppings on each pizza... ]

... ... [ holds up his fingers. ] I will need at least two.