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yet another symbol meme.

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🤗 - hug my muse.

✋ - give my muse a pat on the head.

💋 - kiss my muse.

💘 - snuggle with my muse.

😞 - have my muse press their head against yours’ chest tiredly.

💤 - fall asleep on my muse.

💦 - have my muse comfort yours as they cry.

😥 - comfort my muse as they cry.

❤️ - pet my muse.

🙌 - shove my muse out of the way.

‼ - have my muse tackle yours.

🤜 - punch my muse.

🤛 - have my muse punch yours.

🗯️ - bite my muse.

💢 - snarl/growl at my muse.

❌ - kick my muse.

💥 - hit my muse while they’re on the ground, injured.

🖤 - attempt to finish off my muse.

💪 - pick up and carry my muse.

🗨️ - verbally praise my muse.

💬 - stare at my muse solemnly.

💧 - pour a bucket of water on my muse’s head.

☂️ - shelter my muse.

🎉 - celebrate with my muse.

🎃 - attempt to scare my muse.

📣 - yell at my muse.

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     automaton.  🗲  I know it has been sitting in my inbox for a while now, forgive me for not getting back to it sooner — but  !!!  I am very grateful for this message, your consideration and time to send it. Thank you  !!!  I’m afraid I’m too nervous and shy to be sending that message to a lot of people that I follow  ( I don’t wanna trouble anyone uwah )  but same goes to you  !  And anyone else that I am following or tbh anyone who followed me I really appreciate that please be kind to yourselves you’re all amazing and hope you’ll have a nice and bright day ahead of you. And again, thank you ;;v;;  ☆  ))

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traiinedhard.

“Snnnzzzz…”

     〝 SENSEI YOUR STICKS —  〞

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traiinedhard.

“Hey guys, I’m making french toast sticks in the oven. I’m gonna take a quick nap. Wake me up in five minutes so I can flip them over.”

     —〝 Sensei, it's been five minutes! Flip your sticks. 〞

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traiinedhard.

One minute, Saitama’s munching away at something he and Genos had made in the hot pot with a copy of Sailor Moon right in front of him. He keeps eating at his bowl slowly, reading his manga all the while … buut it’s not long before he finishes. He’s a little disappointed that the bowl is empty, because he’s only half paying attention as he continues to read the panels and reach for another spoonful. He bites into nothingness on the spoon ( save for a little broth ) and frowns – glancing over at it with a little confusion. Ah, well … he’ll get more food in a bit. So, for now .. Saitama shoves the bowl of food away, returning to his focus on reading. 

Honestly, he is super absorbed in the manga at the moment, so .. he doesn’t even realize that a piece of lettuce has stuck to the side of his cheek! The table is silent as he reads, though he gets the distinct feeling of being watched … well, moreso than usual, when it comes to Genos. It’s a nagging feeling that the hero tries to ignore, but he can just tell Genos isn’t gonna let up so easy. Just when he lifts his head up and glances over at the other end of the table, he sees Genos is … gone? Weird. He looks around the room, but doesn’t really see Genos – that is, until he looks directly to his side, and the cyborg is literally a few inches away from his face. Saitama’s pretty startled at that – so he visibly jumps back, a little annoyed expresion on his face.

“Geez, dude, don’t you know personal space?” 

The cyborg is silent for a moment, golden irises going black, and Saitama notices that he’s gripping his hands into fists. “…You have something on your face, sensei.” He calmly instructs, and Saitama just kinda. Stares. When he makes no move to clean it off, Genos specifies – “It’s on your cheek.” So .. slowly, he places his book face down on the table ( to keep his place, of course ) and wipes at his face. He asks if he got it, and Genos shakes his head no. He tries again. Nope. And again. Nada. One more time, and it’s clear this is driving Genos a little batty, and Saitama’s getting pretty frustrated himself! He actually straight up says something along the lines of ‘ why don’t you just wipe it off then? ’ because he wants to get back to his reading, dammit!  .. And in return, Genos utters something about please excusing him.

Before Saitama can respond to that in his irritated state, he finds his chin being gently gripped by the cyborg!Immediately, any and all irritation he’d had melted away in an instant, and all he could say was a tiny “Oh.” Of course, Genos had wiped it away in an instant .. but his hand was lingering on Saitama’s chin, and he found himself kind of staring into the cyborg’s golden eyes. And it seems that Genos was doing the same to Saitama’s plain eyes. Something about the mood turned really serious, though, and .. well, he’s not sure exactly what it was, or why, or what this tension was in the air. But he did what felt right, after a considerably long pause of just having his face held … he leans in, and his eyes flutter shut as he does so. Genos’ seem to do the same too, and it’s clear what his intentions are; he wants to kiss Genos. Just as their lips brush, however, Saitama .. well, he wimps out. He pauses right where he is, nose pressed against Genos’s and the cyborg able to feel the warm breath from his lips since they’re still so close, and then .. he pulls away.

It really it unusual for Saitama to be so flustered, but here he is, having a bad case of crippling self doubt. There’s no way he’s THAT lucky, right? Nobody could like a guy like him romantically, even if he .. really does like Genos. Surely, he could find someone better for him, right? He deserved a lot better than some depressed bald dude in a cape… and this he is painfully aware and certain of. So with the sudden self doubt clouding his mind, he avoids Genos’ kicked puppy confused expression and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. He’s going to try to  shrug this off like he DIDN’T just almost-kiss his room mate … R.I.P. to Genos

He’s struggling to think of a way to break the silence, but .. nothing’s coming to mind, and the silence is deafening. Eventually, though, the words do come to him … buuut they’re not much. “Uh.. thanks, Genos.” was all he could really bring himself to say.

( Wow, he was shitty with words. )

     As the silence sunk in, the blond cyborg was trying to comprehend what had almost just happened. By calculating how close Saitama’s face was to his a moment ago, his increasing heart rate and body temperature, and the faint lingering sensation on Genos’s lips, he assumed it was an attempt to share a kiss. An act that he found himself subconsciously indulging in until it came to an abrupt halt. The mellow glow gradually faded from the boy’s eyes once he finished analyzing the situation, and the other pulled back, leaving him dumbfounded.

     A desperate plea to continue was on the tip of his tongue, but insecurities weighed him down, and only a hushed 〝 Se — … 〞 was drawn from his parted lips. There is no denying that Genos idolized the hero in front of him and held him in high regard, even with Saitama’s shortcomings, but how thin is the line between admiration and something that goes beyond it? Although they’ve been living together under the same roof for a few months now, it was the first time he paused to reflect on his feelings towards his master, unaware that him getting caught up in his thoughts added more fuel to the growing tension between them.

     The idea of being in a relationship sounded pleasant in theory, even for someone like Genos who had no recollections of it sparking his interest during his early teens (or, perhaps he had and chose to continue to repress his memories as he disliked to dwell on the past.). But was he allowed to consider it now, at his current state? Not only he lacked a human body, but he was also still relatively weak - the cyborg's feats of strength were pale in comparison to those of Saitama, not to mention that his reckless behavior put him times and times again in dangerous positions. He sighed. The emotional attachment might be disadvantageous in battles and prevent him from going all out, and while there was no doubt that Saitama was unexceptionally strong and could defend himself — Genos wished to prove how much he had grown by being able to protect his teacher, the city they live in, and other people.

     Yet, his human part insisted that are things which are far more important than strength.

     〝 Sensei — 〞 he called out and placed a hand on the floor to support his weight as he leaned in to shrink the gap between them. 〝 I know I'm repeating myself when I say I've never met a man as outstanding as you before, and if I were to list all the reasons as to why I think so highly of you, I'd fail to summarize it within 20 words ... or less. 〞 the blond cyborg's stoic expression softened a tad. 〝 I know I still have a long way to go and that it might be inappropriate on my behalf as your disciple, so I apologize in advance, but — 〞 using his free hand, Genos cupped Saitama's cheek with his jet-black metallic digits a second time. He then tilted his head and closed his eyes, pressing his lips against his. Though he didn't have a nervous system or a heart, he felt nothing but the purest form of bliss by being this close to the person that means the world to him.

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genos can you click the im not a robot captcha verification button

     — I can, but what of it? If you're wondering about the functionality of my parts and how fast can I process and bypass security walls, you could've worded it differently, and in case you weren't aware, I am a cyborg, not a robot.

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where does the food you eat g o

     〝 Having internal organs would lower my performance in combat. I'd have less room for upgrades and will be more vulnerable to death as all it'd take a blow to my vitals to kill me. Compared to normal humans, my digestive system isn't fully functional as it used to be. My body burns any food shortly after I consume it, and in case I eat a large portion of food, there are air ventilators implemented in my shoulders to prevent overheating, and my inner system purifies any of the odors. Essentially I don't need to eat. 〞 a brief, hollow silence followed the last statement as it left a bitter aftertaste in the boy's mouth, not that the discomfort was visible on his face.

     〝 ... but it is more than just a habit of mine. I have a sense of taste, and I enjoy cooking and eating in the company of people that I trust. And I am grateful that those moments are still part of my life. 〞 the cyborg then lowered his gaze and bowed his head a little, a hushed nod to express genuine gratitude towards the scientist that took him under his wing when he was on the verge of death and designed the mechanized body for him. With his heroic endeavors throughout the years, Genos came to treasure the fleeting moments that reminded him that part of him is still human.

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So Genos how does your robo dick work pls elaborate

     〝 No. 〞

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silverbcng.

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“Oh Genos. Have you come to see my young new skin again? I admit I’m surprise, but I suppose this is the price of trusting shady back doctors.”

     A warm glow circulated the Genos’ golden irides as his eyes were gathering raw information about the martial artist’s physique, but none of the data struck him as odd when he analyzed it. The young cyborg then fixated his gaze on Bang’s face.

     〝 I was wondering if this strange phenomenon had any side-effects, 〞 he said in a monotonous voice.

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elitexclass.

❝ Hmm? ❞ Saitama glances away from the manga spread apart by his fingers to see the cyborg standing before him. Christmas? ‘Oh, Crap- ‘ was it already that time of year again? He didn’t get Genos anything. Shit. Wait- what was that question? ❝ Huh? Oh- I mean, I don’t see why not. Did you have something in mind? ❞

     Taken aback by his teacher's response, the blond cyborg's eyes slightly widened. He thought that Saitama might enjoy a small change of pace and used Christmas as a mere excuse to spend some time together outside of doing heroic activities and training. 〝 Maybe a cat café? Or maybe... an arcade? 〞 he suggested and almost had to bite his tongue to stop himself from reciting a list that he prepared in advance for the occasion. Spending his time in leisure was a foreign concept for Genos, and as long as he could've stayed by Saitama's side, it was more than enough for him.

     〝 Is there anywhere you'd like to go, sensei? 〞