Get ready for Genos to incinerate the gender binary! 8)

It all started with some random garments in the dirty laundry. Saitama didn't recognize them- a skirt here, a pair of stockings there, and even a bra or two. They were definitely not his, and he hadn't seen Genos wearing them, so... whose were they?

Apparently, he was too nonchalant to care. He washed and folded them anyway.

Once, when Fubuki was over, he asked her if they were hers; she seemed disgusted that he'd even consider it.

"That color on me would go horribly with my skin tone," she guffawed at a pink lacce crop top he showed her. "Besides, I don't just... go off showing my midriff. Did you ask Genos?"

Said cyborg was out on a mission- his boyfriend, holding the shirt, blushed darker than the color it showed, putting it back down in the laundry basket.

"Why would he wear stuff like this? He's... a guy, isn't he?"

"I mean, he could be a girl. He could be transgender." The Blizzard of Hell examined her nails. "Perhaps he's sneaking all the clothes into the laundry as a hint, because he's too scared to tell you outright. That's awful cute. Maybe you should ask?"

Saitama considered it, looking down at the handful of traditionally feminine items he'd just washed and plucked from the clothesline- a few dresses, three mini skirts, and four bra/panty sets.

Could Genos really be wearing this kind of stuff, or at least wanting to...?

When the teenager got home later, his bald boyfriend was waiting for him, sitting at the table, a red strapless dress sitting in his lap. He stared at it like it held all of the answers to the universe in its smooth material- in the doorway, Genos grew nervous.

"S-Saitama...?"

"Ah." When his name was called, he glanced up. "Genos. Can I- are you transgender?"

Well, then.

The cyborg stepped forward, suddenly much more on edge. He saw the dress in his partner's lap and suddenly wanted to rip it out of his grasp. "W-what makes... you ask that?"

"I've been finding these clothes in the wash- they're not Fubuki's, and they sure as hell aren't mine... so they have to be yours. Genos, I-"

"I'm not- I just like them!" Genos suddenly shouted, his hands balling into fists. "They make... they make me feel nice. I'm not transgender... but I'm not really a man, either. I'm sort of in the middle? I mean, what's the point of being cisgender when you're a cyborg, anyway? Also... I... have been hiding the clothes in the laundry, to see if you'd say anything. I was... scared you'd be upset or reject me. I'm sorry."

So Fubuki was right. Saitama frowned- he thought of Genos as fully human, no matter what his body was made of- but that didn't make his feelings on his gender invalid. Nodding, he stood up, handing the dress to him.

"Put it on. I want to see you in it."

Wide-eyed, the blond took the garment and nodded, slowly walking to the bathroom to tidy up and change. A few moments later, he re-appeared in the dress, earning a respectful hum from his boyfriend.

"Genos. You're... you look beautiful." He stepped closer to the other, pulling him in for a hug. It was a short dress, poofing out a bit- it showed off his legs and chest plates very nicely. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I'll support you no matter what, okay? Just tell me what you need and I'll do it. Anything, Genos."

Genos was so grateful, he could have cried. He didn't, but he came close as he hugged Saitama back and whispered a 'thank you' into his ear.

They spent the rest of the evening modeling clothes- the cyborg put several different outfits on for his lover and each earned a compliment; some a little more, like roaming hands and lingering kisses. The elder man's favorite, though, was the first one- the sleeveless red number that made Genos look like he was on fire, and made his pretty wheat-colored hair stand out so well.

Genos was beautiful, and Saitama loved him, in jeans or skirts.

Hi. I just wanted to say that you should really not just flat-out ask someone if they're trans or not- that's not nice! Wait for them to come out on their own. Saitama doesn't have much tact and can be a bit thick sometimes even though he loves Genos. It's just a good thing he ended up being supportive, right? :3

Hope you're enjoying this fic so far! I love all the reviews on here and comments on ao3 I've gotten so far. Makes me wanna write more!