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When Saitama woke up this morning, it was cold, colder than usually he noted. Looking around he noticed it was 11 in the morning. Groaning, the bald hero picked himself up from the futon before he gave a big sneeze. Wrapping his arms around his body, Saitama shivered. “J-Jesus! The heater must be broken again.” He grumbled, trying to look around the room for something to put on.
He could drape his blanket over himself, but in honesty didn’t want to look like a wrapped egg roll sometime later. He tried searching through his closet for extra clothes, but there was nothing in his wardrobe thick enough for him to wear. Saddly all those clothes are in the laundry now. Saitama sighed and shrugged it off, hopefully he’ll warm up to the cold soon.
“D-Damn it’s too c-cold for this!” Saitama cursed, pulling his blanket around him tighter. There was no way in hell he was going out in this weather. Saitama is forever bounded in front of his TV, wrapped in his blanket as he tried not to freeze to death. It annoyed him so that he couldn’t even bring out his hands long enough before he had to retreat them back into his cozy sheet. It annoyed him even more that he couldn’t read his manga or play his games. “Stupid cold..” The cold hero murmured angrily to himself, tightening his grip on the sheet.
The front door creaked, letting in some of the cold air air giving the wrapped up hero shivers. “Sensei I’m back!” He heard Genos’ exclaim. So that’s where the cyborg went.
“Yeah yeah yeah! Just hurry and close the damn door already you’re letting the cold in!”
“Yes Sensei I’m sorry!” With that said the door was shut, it stopped Saitama from shivering, for a while. The steps of Genos’ feet was heard, knowing that the cyborg was getting closer to him. “I’m sorry I left without telling you my whereabouts. I was called to a meeti- Sensei?” When Genos turned his head, he didn’t expect his teacher to be tightly wrapped up by layers of blankets. The two just blankly stared at each other in the awkward position they were in.
“Yo Genos.” Breaking the silence between the two heros. The cyborg walked up to him, leaning his face close to the older man’s face. Saitama had to lean back to his discipline's face coming way too close to him. “Woah woah Genos! You’re getting too close!”
“Sensei. Your body temperature is lower than normal”
“Well no shit! The heater’s broken and it’s freezing cold here!” Saitama returned to his little cocoon of wool before hearing a slight whirring noise coming from behind him.
“If Sensei’s cold then I can provide you warmth!” Genos had turned on his vents, Saitama could feel the slight warmth radiating off of the cyborg’s body and was tempted to lean in closer to the source. But that would be very awkward between him and Genos.
Well, to him it would. Saitama didn’t want to admit that he has grown fond of his discipline, rather too fond for it to be a teacher-student relationship. No, much to Saitama’s own shock and surprise he was actually developing romantic feelings for the cyborg. He was confused at first, perhaps it was just some extreme platonic affection towards his discipline. But Saitama started notice little details about Genos more and more.
He noticed the determination in his eyes, his tone, his small subtitle smile whenever he was near him. The way his face seems to ‘light’ up when he returned home. Sometimes when the two went normal grocery shopping, Saitama finds himself staring at Genos’ metal hands.
A part of him was curious on how it feels, but that honestly sounded like an excuse for him to hold his hand.
Ok it was.
Each growing day Saitama found himself more curious on what it would feel like to hold Genos. To stroke his handsome face, pulling him in closer for an embrace. Leaning his forehead against the other’s admiring all his facial features.
Ok he was getting ahead of himself.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the heat from Genos closer to him. Turning his head, he saw the cyborg sitting nearby, his vents now glowing a bright orange radiating the warmth Saitama craved.
Only sounds of the clock and the whirring from Genos passed, as well as the kinda awkward silence between them. Saitama shifted around in his position, taking little glances at Genos every now and again. “H-Hey Genos?”
“Yes Sensei?”
“You mind, um, coming closer? It’s really cold.”
“As you say.” He felt the heat more closely now, but it still wasn’t enough. “Is this close enough to warm you Sensei?”
“N-No, come closer.”
“Here?”
“Closer.”
Genos was practically sitting next to Saitama right now. His own heartbeat overlaid the ticking and whirring noises. He nearly jumped out of his blanket to hearing how close Genos actually was to Saitama.
“Here Sensei?”
“Y-Yes that’s close enough!”
Saitama could seriously now feel the heat coming off of his discipline. Knowing that Genos was much closer to him, the bald man had a lump in his throat.
“Sensei.” He heard the voice closely in his ear, it almost scared Saitama, but also sent shivers up his spine, the gentle breeze of Genos’ words brush against his ear. Feeling the heat radiate onto him, warming his body up. Thankfully Genos couldn’t see his face and how it was slowly growing more red by the second.
“Y-Yeah?”
“Is-” He paused, Saitama could hear the hesitation in the cyborg’s voice. The only question is why? “Is it ok if. If I put my arms around you?” Genos asked tentatively. Oh. Saitama’s eyes were wide, his face was probably red enough to see. God he wanted to hide his face so bad, Genos was being too much for him to handle and his own behavior was embarrassing enough.
He didn’t want to fill himself with too much hope though. Saitama didn’t want to bring them up so soon that Genos might harbor the same feelings as he does. He didn’t want to bring them up so soon in case that wasn’t the situation. For them to be brought up and quickly shot back down by a simple misunderstanding.
“Huh? Um yeah sure. I mean, it would be awkward of you to just sit behind me..” Saitama didn’t even notice how his own sentence trailed off. He slipped the blanket off, no longer cold and waited for Genos to take the initiative.
He heard the awkward shuffling behind him and felt two metal arms wrap themselves around his waist. Saitama couldn’t tell if he has gotten closer to the cyborg himself or Genos’ arms pulled him in closer. Anyways, he was now between Genos’ legs, arms wrapped around him in a comfortable fashion. Honestly right now, Saitama was enjoying himself, closely embraced by the man he fell for. He slumped down a bit, that way his head could lay against Genos’ chest, where he can hear the whirring of the vents and his core more closely.
The heat, the whirring that Saitama learned to love, he felt his eyelids become heavier. “Hey Genos?” He slurred out. “You..you don’t mind this at all, right? Like, being this close?”
“No. As long as I can help Sensei be as comfortable as he can, I do not mind.”
“Oh, o-ok.” Saitama felt his heart flutter against his chest. Genos was too much to him, he was too kind to him as well. Always making sure to make the bald hero happy and comfortable, especially after he had told the cyborg about the loss in emoticons. He’ll never forget seeing the oil tears in Genos’ eyes. It shocked him the fact that a cyborg could cry, but mostly over the fact that Genos genuinely cared so much.
He cared so much it hurt and was almost too unbearable for the older man.
“Is Sensei tired?”
“Hmm? Yeah, kinda I guess. You’re really warm and it’s really comfortable actually..” Honestly, he didn’t even know what he was saying at this point.
“Then Sensei should sleep. My body is hard and made of metal, I don’t think that would be the most comfortable place to sleep on.” Saitama felt the warm arms slip away from his waist, and for a moment Saitama felt panic. He grabbed a hold of Genos’ arms, pulling them back to his waist with a flushed face. This action caught the cyborg by surprise.
“Sensei?”
“It’s..it’s fine. I don’t mind this..It’s too cold in my room anyways, there’s no heat.” The hold on his waist became tighter and the whirring got louder. Saitama’s throat ran dry, a question that got stuck halfway up his throat. “Genos? You wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this? O-Only for today though!” He choked out, waiting for an answer from the cyborg unnerved him.
“I don’t mind, since Sensei asked.” He smiled gently at the bald man. Saitama looked down, a bit flushed.
Nope. He won’t admit it.
He and Genos shifted around, getting in a more comfortable position and now it was him in the other’s lap, metal arms still wrapped around his waist and now.
He had to deny them, but every passing second those feelings made it’s way back up.
After a couple of minutes practically cuddling and watching a show on TV, Saitama finally let his eyelids drop, resting his head slightly against Genos’ chest. He wasn’t fully asleep, not yet anyways, still wanting to cherish this moment while he still can.
He heard Genos chuckle softly in his ear, god that sent shivers up his spine. The warmth started to leave him and Saitama actually felt sad about that. The older hero almost jumped when he felt himself being lifted up in the air and held closely to the cyborg’s chest as if he were to drop Saitama, he would break.
No he will not admit how much he liked Genos’ company. No he will not admit how much the cyborg’s been in his mind. No he will not admit how much his heart beats whenever he looked at said cyborg.
Genos gently placed him on his futon, covering him with a blanket. “Goodnight Sensei.” He whispered gently, oh god there they were again, those flutters in his stomach. Saitama felt the futon shift a bit, Genos probably laid down next to him. He heard the vents opening once more and Saitama welcomed the heat.
Saitama really wished he could punch his feelings away, it was starting to annoy him.
Even with his eyes closed, he can feel Genos’ yellow irises burning into his skin. He can see the fire in Genos’ eyes, how it glows whenever the younger hero was feeling determined. He can especially see how they glowed when Genos praised him. Genos looks up to him as if he was his whole world, and he’ll be damned if that didn’t actually make him feel like it. Finally Saitama could no longer feel his discipline's stare and rolled onto his side, his back facing Genos.
He brought his hands up to his face, feeling how hot his cheeks were.
God, he really is deeply in love isn’t he?