#⌠genos (incineratos)⌡

[trainedhard]

hug (▼∀▼)

@incineratos || INTERNATIONAL KISS HUG DAY

Oh, well he kind of figured this one would happen eventually. The Caped hero knew Genos wasn’t really one to act without permission – epsecially on the category of affection to other people – so his formal request to hug came as no surprise. ( personally, Saitama thought he should ease up a little. they were already close friends; he wouldn’t mind any show of affection permission or not. ) A dorky grin spread on his face and he held his arms wide open. 

 “Genos, dude, you know you don’t even have to ask right? Come on.”

Without waiting for an answer, he threw his arms around the cyborg’s shoulders and leaned into him. “Thanks for.. well, everything, by the way. I don’t think I tell you that enough. You’re a great guy, Genos. Never change.”

[traiinedhard-a]

“Sensei, there is something on your sleeve.”

▶ @incineratos 

“Huh?” He’d glanced down to his hoodie sleeve, and it was… a piece of seaweed! Or… he thinks that’s what it is? It’s probably Seaweed. Where did the seaweed come from? Hell if he knew. With a little flick, it was off his shirt and on the ground, no longer his problem. Not even as it slowly started to wriggle out of the building to god knows where and likely form into some sort of seaweed monster. He flashed Genos a small smile as he set his favorite manga down pages first; he didn’t want to forget his page or lose his place again… “Thanks, Genos. Now, what was I talking about again..?”

There was an awkward pause as he tried his hardest to remember what they were just discussing, but all that was coming to mind was how Sailor Moon was kicking another villains ass… and then he perked up, slamming his hand in his fist with wide-eyed realization. “Oh! Right! There’s several sales coming up in a few days. Was wondering if you’d like to help me out with em?”  Reaching over to grab the coupon papers, he dished out one to the cyborg and kept one for himself.“I was thinking you could get the salmon while I get the crab..”

[sonikkudomoved]

toy  story  four  —  accepting.  @incineratos​.

❝  i’m  crazy  —  ?  ❞  standing  a  little  less  than  ten  feet  away  from  the  wretched  cyborg,  he  pauses  for  just  a  moment,  previously  squinted  eyes  narrowing  even  further  as  they  flicker  across  genos’  entire  form.  that’s  exactly  what  he’d  said:  you’re  crazy.  it  only  made  him  stop  because  the  words  cut  deeper  than  they  should  —  it  may  be  easy  to  get  on  sonic’s  nerves,  &  any  other  statement  probably  would’ve  done  just  that,  but  those  particular  words  (  even  if  they  hold  true  )  do  more  than  create  a  sense  of  thoughtless,  violent  energy.  instead,  the  ninja  goes  temporarily  unresponsive,  gritting  his  teeth  as  if  he’s  building  up  to  some  epic  comeback.  it  doesn’t  happen.  instead,  with  a  cry  of  pained  outrage  &  a  counterproductive  smile  on  his  face  which  only  serves  to  prove  the  allegation  that  caused  this  outburst,  he  launches  himself  at  genos,  sword  drawn.  it’s  been  a  while  since  he  attacked  either  saitama  or  genos  neigh  unprovoked,  but  then,  he  sees  the  accusation  as  a  provocation  in  itself.  it  takes  him  less  than  a  second  to  reach  the  cyborg,  but  despite  his  trademark  speed,  the  ninja’s  form  at  present  is  sloppy,  his  swing  easy  to  dodge.  still,  he  wears  that  sickeningly  childish  smile.

❝  —  then  die!  ❞

[youngesper-a]

“Ritsu-kun.” Genos steps away from the sink and removes his apron before hurrying over. There’s a recently iced cake among various homemade sweets on the kitchen counter. “Please wait here.” He reappears from another room moments later carrying a neatly wrapped box. Inside are a fountain pen set and a new backpack filled with Ritsu’s favorite snacks. “Happy birthday.”

     Genos needn’t worry about him staying put. School bag - and subsequently what he should be focusing on - discarded, his attention is solely diverted to the vast array of sweets scattered across the counter. Look, but don’t touch — and look he does, taking in both familiar and new. His teacher’s talents were diverse and many and Ritsu was impressed in every manner. There’s a part of him that knows something here is for him, but another argues how presumptuous that was. He shouldn’t expect anything from anyone, especially not the hero. He was a busy man.

            ( — But he hopes nonetheless. )

     His thoughts don’t wander much farther before the cyborg returns with a box in tow and then he’s thinking nothing at all. He’s speechless, obviously so, eyes wide and shimmering with things unsaid. He’s almost overcome with … with happiness. There’s no other way to describe the mounting feeling threatening to burst at the seams and render him a useless vessel.

     ❝ Hakase, you didn’t need to get me anything. ❞ He bows forward rigidly and swiftly, hair flying away from his face before settling back down in a disarray. For a moment he can’t even bring himself back up, worried about how embarrassing his expression surely must be, but he looks even more foolish like so. He clears his throat, gathers up the remainder of his composure, and fumbles for the gift. 

     To be frank, it’s rather heavy, and that only tempts more childish urges. ❝ You have my gratitude. Not only have you taken the time to teach me, you’ve now gone out of your way to find me — ❞ And then he cracks in time with his voice. ❝ I’m happy with it. Thank you. ❞ He hasn’t even seen what’s in it. ❝ I will be. It’s very nice. ❞ He’d just like to revel in the idea a little more.

[trainedhard]

@incineratos

“Yeaaah! Drag em, Genos!” He whooped, watching Genos throw down with the massive snake monster in the distance. He highly doubted the cyborg could hear him, but who cares; cheering was fun if you actually gave a shit about the fight!

Honestly, he was impressed; Kuseno had consistently updated Genos with fancier firepower as time went on, and all new battle functions he’d never even heard of. Actually, whether Saitama would admit it or not, he thought the idea of fancy weaponry rather cool; too bad he had little use for them himself. Genos was letting all hell break loose with that new canon! Woah!! But then, out of nowhere, the snake monster landed a devastating hit to Genos. It ended up sending him soaring backwards; at least Genos still managed to get one last fire blast in and watch as the monster fell with a hiss.

Saitama was at his side in an instant, catching him before he could crash into the ground. It didn’t really kick in initially, but the longer he held the cyborg the more aware he was becoming of how much damage he’d taken. A missing limb or two, a cracked face plate, the stench of burnt something and oil staining his clothes; it was a bit much for him.

As much as Saitama didn’t like to admit it, seeing Genos in such a wrecked up state kinda freaked him out. At the very least, he still seemed to be semi-concious; that was something to look forward to, right? But, could Genos even function properly right now otherwise? Clearly he couldn’t really carry himself, so Saitama didn’t loosen his grip on the cyborg. Instead, he chose to look around for any pieces he could possibly collect of him, should they have fallen off. How the hell would he get to Kuseno’s lab? And why wasn’t he making a single comment on this? Worried, Saitama jostled Genos a little, hoping to get a response out of him.

“Oi, Genos. Are you okay...?”

[trainedhard]

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[traiinedhard-a]

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[sonikkudomoved]

@incineratos​.

when he was growing up, there was no such thing as a sick day — a ninja must learn mind over matter, after all, which meant you were treated the same way if you had pneumonia or the sniffles ... that is to say, exactly as you were when you were healthy. this philosophy is supposed to make you live to be stronger, & if nothing else, the immune system gets a boost from those ragged formative years. truth be told, sonic never gets sick. he didn’t for a long time, anyway.

there’s no one to make him get up & train all day now, though. there also aren’t any people to be protected ( or killed ) for a quick buck. why the hell not take the day off? there’s no cure for the common cold, so he marches to the supermarket in his pajamas, decidedly slower than usual — he’s not used to feeling like utter shit — in his pace. he has a list of things he needs to get, since he doesn’t make much time to go out shopping, if any at all. the ideal items range from bottled water to salmon, but mostly, he just wants to purchase everything in existence which says it just might alleviate his symptoms, which he’s feeling more than one too many of. his first stop is orange juice, but he halts his shopping cart prematurely when he catches sight of genos; standing right in front of the object of his desire, no less.

muttering something vulgar under one too-hot breath, he braves onward towards the cyborg, waiting for the juice & squinting like a snake might squint at a rat. ❝ don’t look at me ... ❞

[youngesper-a]

kiwi emoji!

     Since Ritsu is Reigen’s #1 hater, I’ll focus on @incineratos ( but definitely check out @futsuma I recommend both with all my heart ).

First off let me say Emmy’s writing ? Beautiful. It’s literally pretty to read, and I don’t mean stylistic or aesthetic or anything. I love the word choices, especially on Genos. Each one has purpose and invokes the right mood regardless of the setting. Nothings fancy or anything, but its really easy to see just how Genos processes things. Technical, straightforward, might’ve had to crack open a dictionary once to figure out what the hell was going on ( im kidding genos ur doing amazing sweetie ).

Her portrayal is 👌 and Genos is my son I don’t care if we’re the same age I am adopting him this instant. She does really good keeping up his initial layer of calm, cool, and collected distant idol attitude that makes the fangirls rave, but once you crack back some of those layers you get that absolutely loveable apron wearing, housekeeping, dedicated boy. His snark and sass is all there too, plus other things I adore that are mine to keep. I love the stuff we’ve chatted over and get excited any time we get talking about our boys.

I know you’ve got exams this week so I wish you a lot of luck !! Talking to Emmy is really fun, even if we’re not discussing our muses. I hope we get to talk more in the future!

( reigen is best rat man really go check him out i wish ritsu wasn’t a butt )

for every 🥝 i get, i’ll recommend a blog i love

[sonikkudomoved]

@incineratos.

he stretches out like a cat on the ground, back resting comfortably against the grass as he shuts his eyes. there’s no need to keep his guard up now that they’re done sparring, & he’s awfully tired from the effort — sonic focuses on slowing down his breathing, letting nature’s soft floor cool him off. the sun is starting to set, & in the ninja’s opinion, few things are quite as calming as dusk.

❝ so, genos — ❞ shinobi sits up, leaning back on his hands as he looks over at the cyborg. light eyes gleam, just like always; mischievous. he’s childish like that. ❝ how about the loser pays for sushi? ❞ they haven’t specified who the loser was, & it was more playful than competitive ( at least, as non-competitive as he can be, ) but sonic’s sure to claim he did win, no matter what ... typical.

[sonikkudomoved]

“I know we had a touching moment and it was nice but if you ever bring it up again I will destroy you”

@incineratos​: frenemies / rivals.

❝ i could say the same thing to you, ❞ sonic huffs back, posture changing as he goes from a rare relaxed stance to a more typical, arms-crossed pose. he almost cracks up after a moment, but he manages to keep himself together, his smile not growing out of a bad habit but rather out of legitimate happiness. he hasn’t felt that in a long time, but like everything, he feels it thoroughly. he & genos don’t typically get along, but that doesn’t mean they can’t ever … most of it is his fault, anyway. it’s too bad he never learned how to be good to people. he hates to admit it, but the cyborg deserves a better friend than him.

regardless of his doubts, he manages to keep his voice singsong. ❝ don’t worry. it’ll be our secret. ❞ acting like he doesn’t need anybody wasn’t going to work forever, anyway.