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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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[ he lets go as soon as he's convinced sonic is in it for the long haul, that he doesn't intend to plant a smooch atop a flushed synthetic cheek, only to somersault away with promises of seeing him next time. the overdressed figure doesn't appear to be in a hurry to leave anytime soon, so genos is able to relax, straighten up tall and proud. the battle is over, sonic is here, and all is right with the world. ]

Ah. [ or maybe not. he didn't have a set destination in mind, gesturing feebly over towards the chaos behind them. ] Away from here. Probably. [ they could vault all the way back to z-city for all he cares, feel twice at east when they're on more familiar ground. as it stands, t-city will have to suffice until their meeting ends.

so saying, he pulls up the red hood of his own ripped shirt, quickly glancing here and there to ensure they won't be followed. a little extra security never hurt anyone. ]

[ wandering around is as good of an idea as any, even if they have to trudge in the valleys hidden between buildings. would that be the case? they're both more or less covered up, after all, so it shouldn't be a big deal... well, except for one big giveaway that lacks the same coverage genos is trying to mimic underneath a crimson hood. ]

Haha, that doesn't even do anything... [ he's talking about the obvious sight of robotic arms, looking them up and down with his eyes. a snicker hisses out through clenched teeth, shoulders shaking from the effort. ]

And yours does?

[ now that he's getting a good look at sonic, he's not sure how he couldn't tell the guy had been here the entire day. it's true that the fabric adds some extra...heft to him, but there's no mistaking his profile, nor the long legs that carry him. ]

[ kicks his feet a little, shuffling forward and twirling around to face genos while he walks backwards. ]

I know my hips are famous, but have more faith in me than that. [ tugs at the baggy hoodie, expression quite pleased. ] I'm not showing off my scars or my face. That's good enough, right?

Perhaps.

[ he's still leaving the hood up, however. ]

[ good, it gives sonic a reason to grab onto the edges of it after he's taken a step forward, using it to lift up and press a solid kiss on genos's lips. ]

I'm a ninja, lover-boy. [ winks at him, pulling away to begin their walk again. ] It's in my nature to be sneaky.

[ blinking rapidly, genos stares after him, dumbfounded. two fingers touch at his own lips, considering it for a long moment before he's spurred into motion again. catching up with him is easy. ]

Perhaps... [ hopefully the hood hides his bemused smile. ]

[ raises an eyebrow over at him, stepping close enough to bump shoulders. lifts a hand to gently tap at genos's armor. ]

Anyway, did you get another upgrade recently? Your arms look bulkier. [ that's not a bad thing. sonic's eyeing the black alloy, clearly interested in exploring the minuscule bits and pieces that might have been altered while they've been separated. ]

Do they? [ both of his fists clench and release, spending a second to glance down at himself. they don't seem out of the ordinary to him, but he's been using these new parts for several weeks, now. ]

I was receiving maintenance yesterday. That might be it. [ less so for his arms, and more for bringing some input to the professor for...other concerns. coming fresh from a fight may have something to do with their sheen, the heat retained in their far reaches. ]

[ observes him sidelong, moving up and down his figure in a few swoops. sonic didn't forget any part about genos, trusting his gut instinct when something felt distinctly different about him. maybe it isn't his artillery. is it the grand enthusiasm he was greeted with earlier?

that's still something he has to work through to understand; mixing up the reasons behind certain emotions isn't new to him, but shuffling them about and out in the open to try and figure them out certainly is. it'll be a process, one he plans on doing at his own pace, keeping it a secret as to not disturb the delicate balance he's comfortably settled into. ]

Huh. [ averts his attention elsewhere finally, cupping palms to cradle the back of his skull. ] Maybe.

[ ignorant to his conundrum, genos shrugs, hands in his pockets. ]

Perhaps you were too preoccupied before. [ it's a guess on his part; he hardly showed off his full potential while fending sonic off, after all. no matter what state he was in at the time, he doesn't deserve to see that side of the demon cyborg, witness the handful of moments where he does, in fact, live up to his title.

not that there was much to see today. if he'd come in earlier, on the other hand... ]

[ lolls his head to the side, peering up at genos from the rim of his hood. ] Yeah, but I wanna see your full potential someday. [ there's a look in his eyes, wide and bright with more than just curiosity. there's no hidden malice for the deeds done in the past, either, even though it wasn't that long ago. ]

[ it isn't treated as such. he sizes sonic up, giving that some consideration. until matters really ramped up between them, it wasn't necessarily such a bad thing to stand toe to toe with the man who'd proclaimed himself as the king of speed. nor does he think he'd mind doing it again, so long as the customary terms and procedures were well-established beforehand.

his sensei is nearly flawless, but that's one of his true drawbacks: participating in a no-holds-barred match with him is basically impossible to do. genos would wind up as scrap faster than he can blink, faster than sonic, for sure. ]

...you, too. [ there's no way he's seen all of sonic's tricks. ]

[ snickers in a good natured manner, humming in affirmation. ]

Maybe we can train together instead. [ of fighting, he means. sonic's way too competitive to not take things at least a little personally, and he's doing his best to steer away from anything that could escalate past snarky words that'll smooth out with some time, some understanding... or a physical release that might or might not accidentally happen. who knows with them. ]

[ an interesting proposition. unlike the (above) average human, there isn't as much for genos to gain from physical training. that doesn't mean it isn't altogether unnecessary, and any activity involving sonic which expands past the usual sounds as though it'd be well worth exploring. ]

I never thought of that. [ he really didn't, thoughtfully humming as he looks to the sky. ]

[ sonic never gave it a passing thought either until just now. since he's usually reluctant to share his safe space, it's strange how he's starting to not care and openly invite the cyborg into his personal life outside of his home. strange, but not unwelcome. ]

I'll even take you to my secret training grounds. [ raises his arms up in the air, gesturing widely. ] It's really spacious!

[ this is probably a bigger deal than he's making it sound, so genos won't immediately latch onto it with the same energy he had for stumbling into sonic earlier. ]

Outdoors? [ the venue doesn't exactly matter. he's just trying to visualize it, not having a handle on if sonic is the type to run wild and free out in the wilderness or not. ]

[ nods firmly, excitement coursing though him despite himself. ]

In the mountains, around the area I grew up in. [ maybe that's a little too much information, but... it doesn't matter. the spot is practically devoid of anything but wildlife and nature now, anyway. ]

[ maybe so, but it's vital information genos plans on writing down as soon as possible. thankfully he isn't so weird to be always wandering around with pen and paper. to his knowledge, not even sensei knows about the speed of sound sonic files tucked away at home. ]

I see... [ it does give him a clearer picture, piecing together the images of a young and less young ninja tromping through the forests, the peaks, honing the edge of his abilities. ]

[ tilts his head when his enthusiasm isn't matched, turning slightly to regard his friend. ] Is that not interesting? [ the information, the setting; sonic's not bothered by it, not offended, even, just perplexed over the noncommittal responses. ]

[ oh, he's doing it again; tuning out the external noise to hear only what he wants to, forgetting to react past the minimal effort involved. sensei is used to it, but as for others... ]

Ah, sorry. [ blinks at sonic. ] I'm saving this for later. [ taps the side of his head. ]

[ crinkles his brows, doing his best to figure out what exactly he means— ]

Ah, right. [ gestures a bit with a hand. ] Robot.

[ for that, he's going to stick a leg in his way, to try and trip him up. ]

Cyborg. [ rolls his eyes. ] I want to record it at home.

[ hops over it with ease, grinning from ear to ear. ]

Oho? What, do you have a hundred notebooks about me, too? [ he knows about the ones about his sensei. too many times has he flipped through them, only to have them snatched away a second later. ]

[ is this a trick question? he's going to find out sooner or later, anyway... ]

... [ ... ] Not one hundred... [ only six, at the moment. ]