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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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[ fortunately for sonic, it's nothing genos plans on pursuing. he's learned to pick up on when a topic may or may not be touchy, and he can veer away from it without delay. ] Were you still wanting to?

[ he knows sonic is still worn out. the futon is just a few inches away from where they're sitting, ready and waiting to be used. ]

[ hums a little, eyes falling shut after he's slumped against genos's back. ]

I need at least one nap out of those twenty. [ or he'll make good of them all straight away. the human body sometimes just does what it wants, and sonic's is no exception to the exhaustion that's melting him away from full consciousness. ]

[ laughs again, wriggling his way out of sonic's hold so that he can scoot over, gesture to the space awaiting him. ]

Perhaps you'd find my futon more comfortable. [ rest assured, he'd be happy to be a gigantic pillow if it came down to it, but it probably wouldn't prove beneficial in the long run. not when the vast majority of you is walking, talking metal. ]

[ scrubs at an eye with the heel of his palm, glancing over at the futon that he didn't entirely miss, but wasn't ready to address right away.

nevertheless, he nods sleepily and all but crawls to it, pausing once he's seated on the thing proper. ] Are you staying up? [ sonic's not stubborn enough to do the same when there's so much rest to be had. ]

Do you need company?

[ as if he needs to ask, seeing as how he's crawling after sonic as well, crouched on the floor nearby. ]

[ snickers at that, reaching out to wrap his hands around a metal bicep before tugging insistently. ] I get cold at night sometimes.

There are plenty of blankets. [ despite this, he's going down, remnants of his own nighttime routine be damned. they can be overlooked, considering what (who) he's facing. ]

If you require more than what's here... [ some subtleties remain lost on genos, interpreting these come-ons for more than what they are. ]

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[ sonic'll take it for what it is, faintly fond over such a typical display.

still, it's time for him to be a little cheeky as he settles in next to genos, moves closer to accommodate both their forms resting on a singular futon: ] Why would I want those when I have you?

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Hah... [ perhaps genos is somewhat worn and weary as well, if he's letting out more laughter in the past hour than he tends to over the span of a week or two. depending on what saitama-sensei is doing at home, anyway. ]

Do you chill easily? [ he shouldn't carry on a conversation with sonic needs to rest his eyes, but every word and action comes unbidden when they're sandwiched so closely with no intent behind it other than to simply be. ]

[ this is perfectly fine to sonic, who's content with pushing himself into every crevice possible on genos's form, half-wanting to curl up yet knowing it would serve no practical purpose with the limited room they have. ]

Uh-huh. [ yawns in the quietest manner possible, lids already shut now that he's safely nestled. ] Low blood sugar? Or was it blood pressure...

[ it's all lost on him right now, he's minutes away from drifting off. ]

Low body temperature can cause an abrupt drop in your blood pressure. I don't think it's the other way around...

[ cute. sonic is cute. lulled into the sleepy state he is, however, genos won't run the risk of ruining it by pointing out such. no, he opts for settling down on their same shared pillow, slowing his breaths so they aren't too ahead of sonic's, watching him gradually lose himself to the outside world surrounding them.

it isn't midnight yet. this means he can sneak a few fingers into his shortened hair with no fear of retaliation, gently brushing it back from his face, polymer-padded tips smoothing over the purple etches underneath his eyes. he won't get to do this in the morning, milking it while he still can. ]

[ whether he decides to call out on his so-called cuteness would be overlooked either way. sonic's too tired to care or process anything properly, murmuring out something noncommittal in response.

he's almost drifted off when a sudden set of digits card along dark strands, rousing him to tilt into the touch and pull off a pleased upward quirk of his lips. ] Do that more...? [ it's said as a hopeful question, wanting nothing more than to be lulled with such a gentle touch guiding him into slumber. ]

[ he doesn't have to ask twice. two hands are there in a heartbeat, smoothing out errant strands that have started to frizz and curl from the haphazard care given to them earlier. there's nothing either of them can do to see to it here' not when genos is impervious to external factors, and the owner of this place has no need for hair care in his arsenal.

doesn't matter. these are all minor details he can't help noticing, scattered in between the smaller, more natural smile on sonic's face, the decrease in the drumming of his heart, how peaceful it seems overall to get to share a moment like these. truthfully he's as starved for these as he was to see the older man spread open on his lap. the juxtaposition isn't something he considers questioning, long accepting he's happy to have sonic in any way he can. the mood and activity make no difference to him. ]

[ a sonic of today won't have to worry himself over the state of his frayed locks, or any other matters that a him of tomorrow will need to deal with. things seem to be pretty okay for now, anyway, minus a scant few concerns that still linger at the very back of his mind, like if his precious feline is doing okay, does she have enough food to eat, did he leave open the glass door to allow her to roam freely while he's away...

all of these are laid to rest with every pass made, just as sonic himself begins the gradual steps towards his own organic powering down sequence. nothing more is said as his body grows lax in increments, feeling both content and safe enough to completely and utterly let go. ]

[ even in falling asleep, sonic is so fast. genos envies him; the particulars of his cybernetic sequences aside, it too often takes forever for his brain to give him and let him get the required nine hours of rest he needs. it's like a radio constantly plagued with static, unable to shut itself off and yield to the peace and quiet he desperately needs, thoughts running amok in his head.

tonight won't be one of those evenings, he thinks. tonight is for continuing to watch sonic, giving him an additional forty-five minutes for it to feel safe enough to pull away, plant his lips to his brow with the softest pressure he can harbor, mutter some thoughtless affections to him as he rises, crawls back to his old seat to look through a few more websites, type out some dialogue he can transcribe with pen and paper at a later date, just wanting to get his thoughts out in the open so he doesn't forget.

this is all part of his everyday activities, not quite ready to power himself down at the same time sonic had been. at length, his eyelids do droop and he's less privy to moving around as he was a couple of hours ago. with the old, stolen blanket in two, he'll resume his place at sonic's side, curled up unobtrusively. the usual checks and disengages are performed automatically, and in a matter of minutes he too is sound asleep, undisturbed till the sun begins its ascent in the morning sky. when he's gone, he's committed to the utmost, not letting arbitrary things like sights or sounds or bodily functions hamper him from his needs. ]

[ sleeping like the dead is nothing new for sonic. while it's customary for him to keep an ear open for any trouble when sleeping in a foreign space, he's strangely at peace for the duration of the evening. all signs point to genos for this phenomena, still keeping good on feeling safe and protected while he rests, even if the man's powered down and out like a light.

the only constant that remains are the dreams turned into uncomfortable memories, other things that still plague his subconscious without preamble. it's a shame that he doesn't last completely through a normal sequence of slumber, though to his credit, sonic doesn't jerk awake when he's startled, start with a violent bolt he's accustomed to when something rattles his usually steady state of being. this time it's a slower burn, cracking his eyes open with a frown, staring at a vented chest with a bleary gaze. he touches his forehead, concentrating on feeling clammy skin, press a palm flat against his face to breathe in, out, before moving on to slide against smooth metal instead. this grounds him more than he'd care to acknowledge, yet it's still there all the same, snuffling in closer to tuck himself under his companion's jawline.

taking a second to steel himself is a natural reaction, needing to rewire his thought process into the reality of his current life: sonic's healthy, in good shape, lives a relatively peaceful life despite the jobs he takes. they don't bleed into his personal life, one where he's just now settling comfortably in with someone new, the same person who's fallen victim to his human brain's need to slow down and recover from a full day. a smile finally replaces the downward turn of his lips, moving up and away with the intention of using the restroom, there and done in an instant before he's straight back where he started.

well, sonic wasn't expecting to be this wide awake before there was any real light in the sky. his arms fold across his chest, a foot lightly tapping on the hardwood floor as he surveys the area. there's not really much he can do, not wanting to potentially disrupt genos's cycle with flipping on the television, or rummage about to look for something to eat. is making coffee all right? the egghead should have some lying around. it would give him something to do, at the very least, casting one quick look to his friend in passing before he's messing around with that, another task that doesn't whittle down anymore minutes than his bathroom break did.

that's fine, maybe it's good to have this time to sit near the sleeping cyborg, mull over things in silence. he sips at his coffee at a leisurely pace, gaze planted firmly on a tuft of blond hair. without thinking, his free hand sifts through the spiky strands, eyes softening while he allows himself a brief moment of care to wash through him fully. this is all so surreal to the single-minded s-class villain; up until this point, he'd chosen a life of only perfecting his skills as a ninja, following a path set out for him since birth. like most things he's come to appreciate, this is.... a very nice change of pace, a more well-rounded way of living. it's something he won't fully understand for quite some time, yet he keeps reminding himself of the positives, how he has room to grow as a person, that another, more human facet of life doesn't have to be a burden if he doesn't make it out to be one.

by the time he's done with his first cup of coffee, a small sliver of light begins to peek up over the horizon of the city, fueling sonic to remove himself from his perch and switch out for another different kind of scenery. knowing the morning breeze will prickle his bare skin, he drags a blanket along for the ride, loosely wrapping it around his shoulders before leaning on the railing to watch the sun rise. ]

[ in comparison, time passes uneventfully for genos. dreams tend to run few and far between for him, ranging from unpleasant and deeply-buried memories to mundane happenings which leave him questioning whether or not he really did have a spot of afternoon tea and cakes with sensei, mumen rider, and a giant pteranodon.

this is the third time he's fully slept alongside sonic. unlike the others, he wasn't exhausted beyond belief, falling victim to slumber out of habit rather than as a sheer necessity. it's the same in his everyday life with sensei: when hero business hasn't disrupted their day, there's always a routine to follow, a pattern in their casual activities. lounging around (or studying, in genos's case) turns to shopping, then meal preparation, followed by a few more hours of laziness before saitama succumbs to his endless ennui and turns in for the night. genos never questions it, following him obediently, seeing no reason to deviate from the norm.

but he could get used to this, laying next to someone he no longer feels the need to walk on eggshells around. he can scoot in as close as he pleases, kiss and touch without the fear of having to hold back or hide behind any firmly-established boundaries. being at rest never means he's completely motionless, unconsciously tilting in to eliminate space in the middle of the night, rouse himself for seconds at a time during the shift from one cycle to another to wrap his arms around sonic, clutch him tightly, sighing out in relief at reclaiming something he hadn't realized how much he needed, how right it is to feel this way.

it stands to reason, then, that he's absolutely disoriented when his final cycle completes only to find half of the futon empty. in glacial increments he has to piece together what's happened here: why he isn't staring at the back of a smooth, hairless head like always, how empty he feels, and what he's doing awake right at the crack of dawn.

there's coffee in the kitchen. sensei almost never brews the stuff, despite how long he's held onto the discount machine from a last-minute sale. this is someone else's doing, and the lightbulb goes off in genos's head right when his eyes open to stare out to the balcony beyond him. he remembers, and he smiles, face pressing into a too-flat pillow dreamily. the knowledge of who's here (still here) nearly makes up for his absence in bed, and genos tries to make as little noise as he can manage while rising up from the floor, slipping away to the enticing aroma in the kitchen area, and one of hundreds of buns he'd scored the previous afternoon.

two mugs are filled, snorting at how the one is already used. it figures that would be one of the first things on sonic's mind in the morning...he always seemed like a person who needed to jump-start his morning with a bang. he'd hate to see how highly his energy will skyrocket once he's fueled and ready to tackle whatever the day has in store for him. jobs to settle, perhaps? genos knows their time together will probably draw to a close very, very soon. to have more than a scant few hours after their long separation is something he still can't believe, wondering when they can do it again, what they'll have on the agenda past heatedly repeating what they've been doing. sleeping together, that's the phrasing, isn't it? how does that work, they aren't always passing out immediately after..

with his train of thought pulling him into the gutter, he shakes it off before he can start getting any ideas. bringing some food and fresh coffee to sonic was all the boy originally had in mind, tiptoeing through the apartment to join him outside. here at last he tries to make his presence known, metal limbs thudding his weight purposefully so that there's no shock and alarm when his presence looms from behind him, passing over his lost mug and a small plate without comment. ]

[ sometimes even the great speed of sound sonic turns off his crazy-sharp radar to level his senses out, relax and focus on just one singular thing instead of getting mixed up in a mess for being on high alert almost 24/7. thus he's blind to the movement going on behind him, even when he'd slid the door shut halfway as to not allow too much of the cold air to waft through. would that even matter, though? there's so much sonic feels like he doesn't know, despite all of the poking and prying he's done since day one.

they're idle thoughts that keep him from getting too bored, pursing his lips until he notices that another person is next to him, offering a hot beverage and food which he slowly takes with a tiny look of appreciation. ]

Thanks. [ doing a balancing act is nothing new, easing the plate down so he can first adjust the blanket still covering his form, rolling it up before tossing it back to the futon from where he stands. now he can feast properly, glad that genos thought about bringing something along to him when he was starting to feel the telltale signs of hunger gripping at the bottomless pit of his stomach. ]

I thought you should eat something to help counteract the abundance of hydrochloric acid in your stomach. [ not the most...loving way of phrasing his concerns, but that's genos all over.

with no internal organs to produce the same results, he can slug away his own drink without fear, watching sonic gobble down his treat sidelong. he continues to smile, the smallest upward turn of synthetic lips as he slowly looks elsewhere, eyes on the horizon and the warm glow beginning to fill it. ]

[ rolls his eyes in faint amusement, bumping shoulders with genos in the lightest manner possible as to not jostle their drinks. ] Take me now, Romeo. [ not that the ninja is any better, shoveling into the pastry with no amount of decorum to be seen. ]

You'd get cold. [ really, right here, out in the open? ]

[ hums, taking a long drink from his mug. ] Not with you heating me up.

...point. [ the mental image gives him something to ponder other than the skyline, not-so-subtly letting his gaze trail down to a pair of probably-bare legs in front of him.

tempting...but he'll have to finish the drink in his hand before weighing his options. ]

[ he can gander and think all he wants. the comment was mostly a joke, anyway, feeling much too lazy to actually follow through with anything at this point. besides, the sunrise is too pretty to miss, almost reaching into his pocket to pull out a cellphone that isn't there— ]

Heh. [ now that brings about another warming thought. scoots closer to genos with a quick step to the side, leaning most of his weight against the man. ] Guess we're finally watching the sun rise together, aren't we?

[ standing here idly is winning out, anyway. while the basic motor functions are easy to grasp after awakening, it takes time for genos's major systems to become fully operational; something he hopes his potential enemies will never learn to exploit, and something he hopes professor kuseno can modify in the years to come. the technology for instantaneous operation, as far as humanoids are concerned, isn't quite there yet...

this is kept to himself, of course. sonic is bringing up more noteworthy subjects, humming to him at the thought. ] You are surprisingly good at giving me everything I want, aren't you?