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could u pls draw genos in a crop top.... ...i wo uld die

i mean i guess 

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this feels very romantic and im livin

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i mentioned i was gonna fuck draw the robot

he nakey

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"My backpack?" Genos brought it down and started opening it. "Right, I suppose since we are now living together, it will help you to know about my personal possessions..."

For 45 minutes, Genos began to unpack, meticulously describing each item-- from his various spare arms, to his clothing, repair kits, and special brush for his synthetic hair.

"...Other than these items, I don't need to carry very many things," he explained to Saitama, removing a telescope from his bag.

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Containing his relief and overall happiness that sensei has allowed him to stay after all, Genos nods briefly before setting down his comically oversized bag with a soft thud.

Then noticing the melting of the sweet he’s eating, Genos quickly grabs a napkin for Saitama from the kitchen, handing it to him before kneeling down.

“I promise to be as quiet as possible, and complete all household hold duties, Saitama-sensei.”

He’s quiet as he reaches for the napkin. He’s still not fully convinced he made the right decision. How wide is this room? He passes the ice cream to his other hand, wiping what had melted off his fingers. And as he takes a bite, he looks around the room. Probably not even fifteen feet. But his eyes return to Genos as he swallows and he says, “Ah, okay.”

He doesn’t really know where to go from here. He has a roommate. I have a roommate. Genos. Genos is my roommate. … Weird.

Another bite and his eyes roam from his roommate (Weird.) to the enormous bag on the floor behind him. Nodding toward it, “What do you have in there?” Clothes and shoes, presumably. Toiletries. Maybe a repair kit? But how much space would that take up? What else is in there? Is it rude to ask? Is it really his business? They’re…roommates, now, but… But it’s relevant, right? It’ll be in my house.

Mind back on the repair kit, he imagines walking in and finding Genos, only half assembled and spread across his living room, digging into his leg with a screwdriver. Again, Weird. Not bad, necessarily. He’s walked in to much worse from people he’s lived with. Leg maintenance seems pretty tame in comparison. And Saitama gets the feeling that if he did have a problem with something Genos does, he’d probably only have to mention it once. Which is also weird. He’s never met someone so eager to be around him.

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A few months ago Genos would have likely surprised himself to consider a monster he was called on to fight to be a inconvenience; however, the fact of the matter was he had two bags of groceries filled to the brim, and Saitama was waiting for him. 

He couldn’t get to the location via rocket boosters-- the groceries wouldn’t be able to handle them. Still, he sprinted to B-City where a tree-like mysterious being was causing a commotion. His scent-processors were bombarded by an overwhelming mossy smell as he approached the scene. It was a good thing he couldn’t splinters, he supposed. 

Setting his groceries down in a secluded corner, he only hoped that they would be there when he eliminated the threat. 

Then, stepping towards it... 

“I am Genos, The Demon Cyborg, and if you do not cease your rampage, I will be forced to destroy you.” 

He held up a palm, showing the glowing fire-blast readying itself should the beast fail to yield. 

And, of course, the being was dismissive. Instead, it went on a rant about humans and deforestation-- an ethics lesson Genos simply did not have the time for. 

He did a quick scan to make sure everyone evacuated before he delivered the fire-blast, but it seemed as if someone stayed behind... 

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Containing his relief and overall happiness that sensei has allowed him to stay after all, Genos nods briefly before setting down his comically oversized bag with a soft thud.

Then noticing the melting of the sweet he's eating, Genos quickly grabs a napkin for Saitama from the kitchen, handing it to him before kneeling down.

"I promise to be as quiet as possible, and complete all household hold duties, Saitama-sensei."

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Dejection automatically washes over the cyborg’s face. He expected such an answer, but hoped to be pleasantly surprised.

As that doesn’t happen, he instead resorts to his persuasion-technique.

Throughout his time with Saitama-sensei thus far, Genos has taken note that his frugality isn’t simply a sense of fiscal responsibility, but a necessity. Noticing this, Genos has absolutely no qualms with helping Saitama financially– no matter what, but he realised that money is a powerful tool, and perhaps Saitama doesn’t need to know that Genos would be more than willing to offer the sum of money in his pocket for no exchange whatsoever.

Said money is plopped upon the short table, a large wad, clearly an overcompensation for a few month’s rent, but undeniably solid proof that Genos means business.

“I will pay rent.”

His eyes are hopeful as his fingers gently curl around the straps of his backpack.

As the stack of bills lands on the table with a solid thump, Saitama’s eyes go wide. What? And they roam from the cash, to Genos, and back again. 

What?

His first thought is of the spacious apartments in the more populated areas of the city. Places with multiple rooms, maybe a kitchen wide enough to stretch his arms in. If Genos has this kind of money, why isn’t he in one of them? 

Looking back up at his disciple, Saitama can’t help but notice the look on his face. You really want to stay here? Ignoring another drip of ice cream on his fingers, With me? It doesn’t make sense. Of course, most of the stuff Genos does doesn’t make a lot of sense. Saitama knows his power is enormous, but he’s already told Genos everything he knows about where it came from. What else is there to learn? And why does he think living together will help him learn whatever it is faster?

He imagines having a roommate. Only, no; that doesn’t work. Because most roommates–most people aren’t like Genos. He’s had people ask about his strength before, of course, but none have asked to be his disciple. None have asked for training. And none stuck around after he told them about his regimen. He’s not the kind of guy most people want as a friend, or even a long-term acquaintance. So what would it be like, having Genos as a roommate? 

“Ah, alright.” Smiling a little and hoping he made the right choice, “Did you bring a toothbrush?”

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Dejection automatically washes over the cyborg's face. He expected such an answer, but hoped to be pleasantly surprised.

As that doesn't happen, he instead resorts to his persuasion-technique.

Throughout his time with Saitama-sensei thus far, Genos has taken note that his frugality isn't simply a sense of fiscal responsibility, but a necessity. Noticing this, Genos has absolutely no qualms with helping Saitama financially-- no matter what, but he realised that money is a powerful tool, and perhaps Saitama doesn't need to know that Genos would be more than willing to offer the sum of money in his pocket for no exchange whatsoever.

Said money is plopped upon the short table, a large wad, clearly an overcompensation for a few month's rent, but undeniably solid proof that Genos means business.

"I will pay rent."

His eyes are hopeful as his fingers gently curl around the straps of his backpack.

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A large hiking bag took up the frame of Saitama’s door, casting a shadow over said sensei.

Holding the backpack was Genos, hopeful and willing to do anything to get his teacher to accept his (admittedly grand) request.

After all, the little apartment seemed cramped just for one person. Two would be pushing it, but he needed to focus on getting stronger every moment of every day. Any minute he spent travelling to and from lessons with Saitama was a waste.

“Saitama-sensei, let me move in with you.”

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A large hiking bag took up the frame of Saitama's door, casting a shadow over said sensei.

Holding the backpack was Genos, hopeful and willing to do anything to get his teacher to accept his (admittedly grand) request.

After all, the little apartment seemed cramped just for one person. Two would be pushing it, but he needed to focus on getting stronger every moment of every day. Any minute he spent travelling to and from lessons with Saitama was a waste.

"Saitama-sensei, let me move in with you."

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His ears twitched at the sound of the new pet name. He was dripping at this point. 

“So much. I want Genji to fuck me so hard that I cannot walk!” 

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“Ngh, does Genji like fucking my little bunny pussy?” Genos moaned out, biolights ablaze, hearing every little pant from the other cyborg. 

He wouldn’t last long like this. 

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Genos nearly let out a sob. The sensitivity of these damned ears were nearly unbearable. 

“Please Genji~!” 

He turned back to look at his lover, golden eyes merely slits. 

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“Good work,” Genji said softly, moving about. “Explain to me what route you think it would be best for me to enter from, assuming your superior knowledge of the layout.”

He wanted Genos to think in new ways, to really try and work things out. 

“The window we just went through. There is low security. However, I did just discover an alternative point of exit.”  He pointed upwards at the ornate, but suspicious-looking ceiling. 

“Those are panels. Someone as light as you are could crawl through.” 

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“That’s it,” Genji said, shrugging, taking the ball and aiming for a basket before being blocked by Jesse, causing the two to get into a friendly tussle for the ball, Genji tossing it to Genos. 

“Every man for himself!”

“That ain’t fair, darlin’,” Jesse called, trying to get the ball back.

Genos simply tossed the ball over the taller man and into the hoop once again with no effort. 

“Was I supposed to throw it at someone?” 

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Optics going fuzzy for a moment, Genos let out another puff of steam, his ears sticking up as he heard every slick sound of their fucking. He moaned at the bombardment of sensation that his systems could not control in this state. 

“Genji is... so hard... for me~” 

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Genji hummed. 

“If you wish to learn to act as an individual, you must also learn to work as a team,” Genji said softly, “assume that I do not have the ability for you to upload information to me. How would you explain the lay out in twenty words or less?”

“Of this room?” He brought a knuckle to his lips. “Open layout, an ornate desk... three windows, and one door.” 

He wasn’t sure if that was descriptive enough, but brevity seemed to be the point of this task.