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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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[ in an act of kindness unlike his usual self, sonic spares a second to comb his fingers through genos's hair, push it back a bit in a soothing motion. ]

Next time. [ another languid kiss is initiated, but this short round is meant as a means to an end, parting before he can think twice about grinding into his lap instead. none of that today, it'll be saved for later, unlocking his limbs from genos's metal form slowly, a tad seductive, just to be difficult. ]

[ very difficult. such is the hand genos has been dealt, mutely appreciating the act for what it is, holding his hands still to stop himself from reciprocating.

there, that wasn't so bad. he can even stand up straightly now, pretend he wasn't just reduced to a heaving mess on his knees. he fixes his hair, quirks his eyebrows high. ]

Text me. [ sonic has, but should again. they'll find the time. ]

[ crosses his legs at the ankle, giving him a look. ]

Sexy photos?

[ he's slow to answer, and not just from giving those sardines to speedy after all. ]

...yes.

[ throws his head back and genuinely laughs at his honesty, the pause he gives. ]

If I feel like it.

[ ... ] ... [ he should have hit sonic after all. ]

I am leaving.

[ he's backing away... ]

[ laughs again, though this time he's sitting up, reaching out to hold onto genos's forearms. ]

You're so serious. Lighten up.

My body is comprised of a multitude of titanium alloys. [ now sonic's woken the sleeping giant of his knowledge base. thankfully this won't be a long discussion, trailing off to...hoist him into the air instead, a parody of something they've already done as genos holds him.

he was about to balance all his bags, but this is a more pleasing turn of events. ] Something at least twice as heavy as you cannot simply lighten up.

[ is he grinning? this kid is grinning, thinking he's finally told a well-timed joke. ]

[ this is the umpteenth time he's been lifted up like this by genos, yet he's still caught off-guard, eyes wide and arms planting themselves somewhere safe. ]

... [ now it's sonic who wants to knock him upside the head, pointedly narrowing his eyes at this smart-mouthed teen. all he does is pinch at his cheek again, a fitting punishment for all the theatrics. ] Yeah, 'cause you're fat.

Heavy. [ by comparison, sonic very much isn't, which is why genos drops him so dramatically.

it's a good thing there are plenty of blankets to catch his fall while the bags are retrieved again. the last thing either of them need is yet another detour. ]

[ thud. the fall to the couch was easy, but it doesn't stop sonic from huffing and bristling. ]

Fine! See if I send you any nudes, you big dumb refrigerator. [ kicks at his backside childishly. ]

[ he's stowed away most of the coffee he'd left out when he pauses in mid-motion, considering the thought... ]

Should I send them first?

[ he could. probably will, depending on how sonic takes it. ]

[ pauses in his tantrum, feet planted firmly on genos's back. ]

Eh? Do you even know how to? [ imagining him taking selfies of all things tickles sonic a tiny bit, let alone something more saucy. ]

[ why wouldn't he? this is seemingly more offensive than being compared to appliances on a regular basis, huffing as he pushes sonic's legs away. ]

Fine, I won't. [ kuseno can have his apparatus back, while he's at it. ]

[ looks even more puzzled than before, legs frozen up in the air. ]

Huh? Eh? I was going to teach you if you didn't...

[ laughs. just a little. ]

Remind me sometime.

[ rolls until he can look at genos upside down, suddenly restless. ]

I'll text it to you.

[ the air he snorts still holds a hint of steam in it, looking off to the side. he won't question sonic, though he might steal a dumpling, eat it as he continues to move. ]

I'm really leaving. [ how many attempts has he made already? ]

[ limply raises a hand to wave it, one which his cat bumps into in a friendly gesture. ]

Yeah, I know. [ he could probably drag them both down again, make it that much more difficult to pry away from each other. that doesn't sound bad at all, but since he was dropped the last time, well... sonic will stay right where he was deposited. ]

[ and genos will keep shuffling to the front door, taking a look back once, twice, before disappearing out of sight entirely.

he won't dash back inside, won't make a third appearance today. he has to answer sensei's messages, explain how no, he didn't forget to come home, there were things which simply...came up unexpectedly. it's still not a lie.

the journey home will be long. he feels like he needs another shower, as much as he might actually like the scent of expensive jasmine soap to cling to him for a few more hours. maybe after he unwinds it'll be easier to make sense of this whole mess, patch himself up as best he can, and figure out what to do from there.

a photo or two for sonic along the way certainly wouldn't hurt matters, either, just to prove he meant what he said. ]