Hello dearies!

I looked at the date I last posted and then checked to make sure I was reading it right several more times. I can't believe it's been over a year. Or the fact that I've been working on this fic for 3 and a half years. Time really flies.

My lack of motivation hasn't left me since I mentioned it way back when, but I'm trying to push through it. I've had some luck with it in the last month and a half.

I'm still not completely satisfied with the turn out of this chapter, but I decided to post it because of how terribly long it's been and the fact that I felt like I was maybe being overly critical.

These are some depressing times and I hope this update makes some peoples days. If you're still here with me that is.

I hope everyone is okay and staying safe.

Saitama

I closed my manga once I finished with it and stuck my pinky finger in my ear as I looked up from my position on the floor. I rotated my ankle and looked over in the direction of the bathroom. I could still hear Genos in there, cleaning away. He'd been in the kitchen before that, scrubbing everything down. I would have offered to help out by doing the dishes or cleaning the stove top and counters, but since Genos moved himself in, he had taken over everything to do with cleaning and even cooking more often than not. I'd tried, in the beginning, to offer to help, but he insisted that he was fine doing it all and that I should use the time to train, or rest, or relax, or something. After a while, I decided to just let him be about it. There was no getting through to him on the subject and he honestly didn't seem to mind. He actually always got all pumped up to clean. He had a list in his head he told me about and every time he did his major cleaning, he went down the list with his pink apron on.

I liked my place to stay clean and neat. And honestly, I'd been a bit worried about things staying how I liked them when he moved in with his oversized backpack. But it turned out, I had nothing to worry about. Genos used to always ask if he could touch something or do this or that, until he learned how I lived and adapted around it with seemingly no problem at all. Genos was pretty easy going like that. Like me.

I pulled my finger from my ear and rolled up the wax before flicking it out of site and getting to my feet. I stretched my back and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Standing there, leaning against the counter, I noticed a small notebook resting at the corner, flipped open, with a shopping list written down and coupons paper clipped to the page.

"Genos?" I called as I lifted the coupons out the way to look over the rest of the list.

"Yes, sensei?" He appeared around the corner with a scrub brush in hand and his pink apron.

"I could go out and get the shopping. I've been holding myself up in here for too long." I shrugged. "We can't hide forever, right? Duty calls."

After all the hate mail, Genos suggested we stay in for a bit, until the letters he sent out could circulate and hopefully cool things over. It'd been nearly two weeks since then and I'd only gone out once before, while Genos got called out to do some hero work for the association a few times. When I'd gone out, things were pretty much the same, but the monster I fought that day took up most of my focus even though he was easy to beat. The day before, Genos came home from a trip to Kuseno's and said he felt like people were a bit different. More like they used to be. He guessed that his letters probably got delivered and that word was spreading. He jumped onto the internet and looked at the forum's he kept an eye on and he confirmed that fans were talking about the letters they received. Apparently, some didn't think it was real, or sent by him. Some thought I told him what to write, which was true, but for the better. Some thought I wrote it and sent it out.

I told Genos not to worry about it too much. I didn't think a lot of people would ever understand our relationship and as I said before, their opinion didn't really matter.

Genos looked like he was debating with himself.

"I go shopping all the time." I reminded him. "By myself or with you."

"You are right, sensei." He finally conceded. "I'll continue with my cleaning here."

I smiled a bit as I tucked the notebook into the back pocket of my green cargo shorts. "It's gonna be fine, Genos. I'll be back soon."

He didn't seem convinced as I made my way out the apartment.

...

I stopped just a few feet outside the fence that lead to my apartment. Apparently, Genos had heard the Hero association call it the Ghost Zone, which I guess made sense. What didn't make sense was the girl who'd been stalking me since the supermarket.

Well, to a point it did, but what did she want exactly? She wasn't a fan of mine. She had to be one of Genos' crazy ones. Though I would have expected one of those fans to yell or whatever as soon as they saw me outside the store. When she started following behind me, a few feet, I thought I might have been wrong and she just happened to be going the same way, but once I passed the city center and made my way closer to the quieter part of town, I knew I wasn't just imagining things.

Did she want to find out where I lived so she could trash the place sometime later when I was out? Did she want to talk to Genos? Did she know he lived there? Did she want to know where I lived so that she could bring her gang of fanatic fans to harass me?

The more I thought about it, the more dread and paranoia weighed on me.

I decided to face her and get to the end of it. I wasn't going let this random girl ruin my peaceful living.

I spotted her easily, as she was failing to conceal herself behind a post that was cracked and titled over, hanging against some power lines.

"Um…why are you following me?"

The girl stepped out into full view looking defiant and yet uncertain. She was wearing jean shorts, black tights, and baby blue long sleeve sweatshirt with what looked like some band printed on it. She had a black purse hooked onto her shoulder that she was clutching onto.

"I know who you are, even though you aren't wearing that tacky outfit." She bit out. "Your bald head gives you away, along with those dead eyes."

I twitched. "What's my lack of hair got to do with this!" I couldn't help asking. Why was it that my shiny dome was the first thing people noticed about me?

The girl edged closer, posture and grip relaxing. "Genos is always with you. Buying things and beating the monsters you come across. I figure he hangs out at your place a lot or vice versa. With where you're headed, it's gotta be your place. Though, I can't believe you live here." Her gaze shifted around as though an air borne disease was hovering the area.

"Genos lives here too." I pointed out, mildly insulted. I liked my place. There wasn't anything wrong with it. It was cheap and the area was quiet for the most part. "But I don't like visitors."

"What?" She gasped, arms dropping to her sides. "He lives with you!"

"Ah…yeah." Maybe I shouldn't have said that. "He moved himself in a while ago."

"He moved in on his own?" By her tone, she clearly didn't believe me. "I doubt that. You forced him somehow. Blackmail, or…or mind control!"

"I can't control people's minds." I scratched at my cheek. "I don't know anyone who can. Anyway, I don't really care if you believe me. I just want you to stop following me."

"Next you're gonna tell me that you two are really together." She crossed her arms and slouched back, completely ignoring what I said. "Everyone knows that's a bunch of crap. Genos is way too good for a fraud like you!"

"I think he's way too good for me too, but uh…we are dating." I shrugged.

Her brows scrunched together and her stance slacked once more.

As she opened her mouth to retort, I noticed something. I moved over to her and shifted the two bags in my right hand to my left and caught a familiar black star.

"Oh my god!" She startled, stumbling away from me. "H-how did you…" She looked back over to where I had been standing a few feet away, to where I currently was.

"Oh, I just – " Before I could explain, I shifted my stance, shielding her from the bombs that fell at my feet.

The girl screamed and stumbled in her awkward attempt to stay standing, landing on her rear-end.

"Awe man." I held up my bags to make sure my purchase looked alright after the assault.

"Saitama!" Sonic became visible when the smoke cleared. "I finally found you!"

"Oh. Hey." He was lucky his little attack hadn't ruined my groceries. "Why are you always attacking people around me?"

"So you'll be forced to fight me, hero!" He drew his sword with a flourish. "I've been waiting for this moment. Training and honing my skills. I've achieved new heights, Saitama. Today is the day I show you what defeat feels like. I've created and perfected the ultimate technique to kill you!"

"Oh. Okay, cool." He was always so lively. "Hold on."

I turned to the girl as she finally got to her feet and handed her my bags. She paused in dusting herself off to regard me, looking dumbfounded. "Watch after these for me. This shouldn't take long."

The girl's gaze shifted from me to Sonic as she reached out and clutched the handle of the bags. "T-that's…that's the S-Class Villain, Speed 'O' Sound Sonic." Her voice was trembling.

"Yeah. He likes to show up and play from time to time."

Her wide eyes settled on me in a slow, grinding, rotation of her head. "Play?" She squeaked out, as her face paled. "He's a notoriously devious assassin who's killed hundreds."

I cocked a brow and jab a thumb in Sonic's direction. "This guy?" I hadn't known all that. So far, he'd just been more of a nuisance. "He just likes to show off."

That didn't seem to help ease any of her worry though. There really wasn't much more I could do, if I waited much longer, he'd start throwing things again. He could be so impatient sometimes. I didn't want my milk to spoil. I hoped he wouldn't want to play around for too long.

"Alright." I cracked my neck as I faced him. "Show me this new killer move of yours."

Sonic grinned and shifted his stance.

"Sensei!"

Genos skidded to a halt beside me in a defensive stance, his golden orbs trained on Sonic. He didn't look very menacing with his pink apron still on.

"I picked up a fast-moving signature close by." Genos explained. "I thought a monster might be in the area, but it was only a worthless insect. It would seem he has found out where you live like a persistent gnat. Please, allow me to take care of this vermin, sensei."

"It's fine, Genos." I said, not sure why Genos looked particularly peeved at Sonic. I couldn't remember them ever fighting before, and yet Genos seemed to dislike him. "I'll be really ticked off though if the milk spoils. Do you think you could get that home for me? I'll be there soon."

Genos looked to my purchases. "Who is the female?"

"Oh, yeah. She was protecting my things. I think she wants to talk to you. Since she helped out, I guess we could invite her in for tea. I'll catch up."

Genos collected the bags from her. "Are you sure, sensei?"

"Yes!" I stressed. "That milk cost me 270 yen! The clerk wouldn't accept my coupon for one hundred yen off. I spent twenty minutes going back and forth with her!"

"That coupon should have been valid." Genos glowered. "I should return to the store to straighten it out."

"No." I sighed. "It's fine. It's – "

"What the hell is going on?" The girl suddenly shouted, looking between the two of us. "Complaining about one hundred yen like old people! Wearing an apron like some housewife! This is ridiculous!"

"Sensei takes his bargains and coupons very seriously." Genos instantly defended. "It is an art form that teaches one strategy and budgeting. It is a very useful skill. And I was cleaning when my sensors picked up on Sonic's approach."

The girl gaped at Genos like he had two heads.

I felt I kind of understood her in that moment.

I saw Sonic picking at his nails with the dagger. I knew his patience wouldn't last much longer.

"Just make sure the milk gets in the fridge for me, Genos." I tried to hurry them along. "I'll be right behind you."

He still looked reluctant, but he finally relented. "Alright, sensei." He turned to the girl and said sharply, "I hope you are aware that you are very lucky to have Saitama sense invite you into his house for tea."

Genos scrutinized her for a moment more, as she stood there at a loss for words, before he marched off.

The girl watched him go, baffled, and looked to me briefly before jogging to catch up to Genos.

I finally tuned back to face Sonic. He tucked his dagger away and crossed his arms. "I heard you and the tin can are dating. Is that true?"

I shrugged. "Yeah."

He scoffed. "Whatever. I just wanted to hear the truth for myself." He shifted his stance as he reached back for his blade. "Are you ready, Saitama?"

"Yeah."

"Ultimate technique!" He shouted as I watched him dart about, sword drawn. "Ten Shadows Burial!"

He created ten clones, I thought idly, before I decided what I should do.

"Super moves. Serious series. Serious consecutive side hops."

I saw Sonic's eyes bulge and his mouth drop open before I passed through him. His blade broke and he crashed to the ground.

I regarded him with some concern. He looked a bit worse off than I had expected and a bit dazed.

"What…did you…" He wheezed out.

"I just passed through while doing side hops." I explained.

Sonic's eyes rolled up as he mumbled something about next time. I sighed and glanced up. He was already talking about our next fight. He was relentless.

I looked down. "You know…" I glanced about the area. "Oh. He's gone."

I guess there was no preventing the next encounter with him then.

Oh, well.

I signed before heading back, not really thrilled about whatever awaited me with that crazy fan of Genos' in my apartment.

...

Genos

I kept a swift pace to the apartment. I knew Saitama sensei would defeat that irritating stalker within seconds and be on his way home soon after. I wanted the milk to be refrigerated considering all the trouble sensei went through in purchasing it. I would need to visit or call the establishment.

But for now, I had to get his guest to the apartment and settled for tea. I was sure Sensei would like a cup as well on his return. I wanted to have the water boiling upon his arrival at the very least, but…

I glanced at the young lady struggling to keep pace, close beside me. She was clutching her purse, her gaze darting about in worry.

She met my gaze. "You can't really live here with him? It's abandoned. And it's totally unsafe. Everyone knows monsters live here."

"I do live here with sensei. He graciously allowed me to live here with him after I became his disciple." I replied, the apartment in sight. "You are correct to say that it is unsafe, but that understanding does not apply to ones like sensei or myself. While there are many monsters that turn up here, they're mostly trash and thus more of an annoyance than an actual threat."

She appeared simultaneously, skeptical and confused.

I lead the way up the stair and ushered her inside. She moved about cautiously, as she proceeded down the hall.

"You may take a seat in the living main room." I stressed in an attempt to hurry her along past the entrance to the kitchen. "I will prepare the tea that Saitama sensei suggested."

I slipped into the kitchen and placed the milk in the fridge before turning on the water and finally settling to place the rest of his purchase in its appropriate locations.

"I'm Aaya, by the way." The girl introduced herself, her upper torso peeking around the corner. "I've been a fan of yours since you've registered as a hero. You're amazing."

I stored the cabbage in the fridge and turned to face her. "While I would like to thank you for your support, you are one of many who claim to be supportive of me, yet it's only based off of my appearance and the type of person you've made me out to be by my limited conversations with the press. I know you were only with Saitama sensei to harass him. You may have even already done so before I arrived."

Her mouth flopped open and closed for a moment. "I might have…asked a few questions." She squirmed and then seemed to gain some courage and stepped out into frame, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "I didn't go out today planning to confront him. He was just suddenly there." She gestured briefly to the open space with one hand. "Looking all stupid and careless like he normally does."

I glared.

Aaya backed up a step and shrugged. "What? That's how he looks! That's hardly my fault."

"Saitama sensei never appears stupid." I defended. "He is constantly observing everything around him. Prepared for anything. Nor is he careless. He simply does not think every solution to a problem out to its completion and therefore the outcome is sometimes…unfavorable."

Aaya blinked and her arms slacked. "You…" She laughed uncomfortably. "Are you and him really a thing?"

"Yes." I hadn't meant to reply so carefully, but by her tone she had clearly come to some decision. "Why did you inquire about it as such."

"Well, because," She dropped her arms. "You're either being manipulated or have been brainwashed, or you're…stupidly, blindly, in love with him."

I stared at her; positive I had misheard.

Aaya threw her arms out as she took a step forward. "Oh my god! You just defended him like a doting partner, and you explained away a flaw of his, trying to make it sound like a good quality."

"I'm not – " My ears picked up the sound of approaching footsteps. Sensei was just a few feet away from the apartment, walking at a leisure pace.

Aaya's head titled to the side. "You're not what? In lo – "

"Do not finish that sentence." I cut, rushing forward and steering her towards the living room. "Please take a seat and I will bring out the tea. The water will be ready in just a few seconds."

"Uh, wait." She placed down her bag nonetheless and took a seat. "What's going on?" Her face suddenly paled and her dark caramel colored eyes widened. "Is it a monster?"

"No. Nothing is wrong." I reassured her. "Saitama sensei is nearly home. I would not be being a good host in his stead if you weren't comfortable and had that cup of tea sensei promised."

Aaya blinked.

I took the moment of silence to return to the kitchen just as the kettle whistled. I prepared the tea and placed the few items left out away. As I set all the cups on a tray Saitama sensei walked through the door.

I stepped out into the hall. "Did you kill the insufferable insect, Sensei?"

"Huh?" Sensei regarded me, then lifted his arm and waved his hand briefly before removing his boots. "No. He's not a monster or anything."

He was still an S-class villain, but as much as I thought his death wouldn't be the worst thing to happen, Sensei hadn't ever been one to deal with those who weren't monsters.

I allowed sensei to head into the main room first. Aaya was still seated where I left her. Saitama sensei took a seat across from her, facing the tv, so I sat down with my back to the front of the apartment and handed out the tea.

"Thanks." Sensei said as he glanced at Aaya. "Uh…everything okay now…that you got to talk to Genos?"

"I'm actually more confused after talking to you both." Aaya said as reached out and held onto her cup. "You said you guys were dating, but Genos, you said yes when I asked if you two were a thing and then…you know…there's that thing you didn't want me repeating."

Sensei looked between the two of us, confused.

"What's the thing he didn't want repeated."

Aaya waved him off. "That's something different. So, what are you guys then? Are you dating or are you together?"

"Isn't that the same thing?" I asked, glad she had redirected from the other matter. Sensei seemed to have let it go.

Aaya groaned. "Of course, that's what I get for asking two guys that. No, it's not the same thing." She sneered at me as though I had said something truly offensive. "I mean are you just dating or are you a couple? In a relationship? Officially partners?" She threw her arms up. "God, I can't believe you're making me ask all this stuff. I hadn't even thought it was possible until now."

I looked to sensei for guidance.

"We're dating." He said, sounding a bit apprehensive. I believe, like myself, he was attempting to avoid upsetting Aaya again and getting yelled at. She seemed to be highly stressed all of a sudden. "We were uh…trial dating at first and then we started to officially date."

"Our first official date was ruined at every turn, but sensei counted it even still." I added. "I've read that a pair dating normally go on several dates before they decided to move onto to being in a relationship."

Aaya regarded the two of us for a long minute before she closed her eyes and inhaled then exhaled. She proceeded to take a sip of tea, looking more composed. "You mean to tell me, you've been dating for what seems like a few weeks now, living together for longer, and you," She jabbed a finger at me. "clean this place like a little housewife, and yet you're gonna sit there and tell me you aren't in an official relationship because you've only gone on one date!"

"Yeah." Saitama replied as I said, "Yes."

Aaya made a concerning strangled sound. "I can't believe I'm even doing this, but news flash idiots, you're a couple! You're in a relationship. Everyone was already thinking it and they didn't even know all of this stupid ridiculous stuff!" Aaya's head suddenly hit the table as she let out a guttural groan. "I can't believe this."

I regarded sensei. "Do you agree that we are in a relationship, Sensei?"

Sensei shrugged. "I mean, she kind of has a point. Do you…wanna make it official, I guess? I don't care that we haven't gone on any official dates or whatever."

"I do not mind if you don't, sensei." I found myself smiling at the development.

Aaya's head whipped up and her fierce eyes locked with mine. "You! Why do you call him that?"

I blinked. "What do you mean?"

"You've been calling him either sensei or Saitama sensei. Why?"

"I am his disciple." I explained, hesitance creeping into my voice. "Saitama sensei is training me to become strong like he is."

"Uh-huh, I get that, but that's all you've been calling him, and you aren't exactly training right now are you?"

"I learn helpful information in regard to my training and insights into living and costs from sensei at various points in the day."

Aaya sighed. "Okay, I get that, but you need to separate training or work from your relationship. You should only call him sensei when you train or whatever. A life lesson is a different thing. At home or on a date, you should just call him Saitama or a nickname or something." She looked to sensei. "I mean, isn't it weird for you to have him calling you sensei all the time?"

"It bothered me in the beginning, but then I just got used to it." Sensei scratched at his cheek. "I guess…I was kind of thinking about it recently. That he should drop the sensei all together."

I looked to sensei.

He wanted me to just call him by his given name?

As much as I was always prepared to do anything Saitama sensei asked, this seemed like a difficult request. His title was out of respect. He was my teacher and I respected him as a hero.

"You're making a face." Sensei drew me from my thoughts. "It's fine, Genos. It was just a thought."

"I…" If sensei didn't see it as disrespectful and if I did as Aaya suggested, it should be alright, shouldn't it? "Since the day you saved my life sensei, I've held you with the highest respect. Wanting to learn under your diligent tutelage, it was only natural for me to give you such a title. Especially after you allowed me to become your disciple. I wouldn't want to show any disrespect towards you by not addressing you with an appropriate title."

Aaya nodded before turning her gaze onto sensei. "Saitama, would you feel disrespected if Genos started separating his and your guys training and work life with your home and relationship life by only calling you sensei when it pertains to the first two things?"

Aaya took her first long sip of tea as she waited on sensei's answer. I sat, vigil, focused on Sensei's steady gaze as he regarded the girl with his unassuming visage.

Saitama sensei's eyes shifted towards me. He appeared more expressive, but I couldn't decipher in what way.

"That seems like a good idea and it wouldn't make me feel like you were being disrespectful towards me if you just called me by name in those situations." Sensei smirked. "I don't think it's even possible for you to be that way towards me. So, if you're alright with it, so am I. We could even just test it out, see how it goes. If it doesn't bother you in the end, that's what we'll do."

I gave a nod. That did seem possible. I appreciated sensei understanding that I may not be able to always accomplish this new task, that it may take some time, and that in the end, it may never completely work, but I would try. If sensei thought it was a good idea and he didn't think I was being disrespectful by calling him by his name, then I would attempt it.

"Would it be acceptable for us to start tomorrow?"

"Sure." Sensei took a sip of his tea.

I looked to Aaya to see if she found this acceptable.

"God you guys are weird." A fluttery jingle of a tune filled the apartment suddenly and our guest startled before reaching into her purse. She procured her phone just as the jingle stopped. "Oh, I totally forgot I was supposed to meet up with the girls." She swiftly replied to the text she received and placed the device back into her bag before regarding the two of us. "Um, as strange as this has all been, it's been interesting as well. I gotta go though. Thanks for the tea."

She got to her feet and I did the same as Saitama sensei leaned back with his cup. "Uh…lets not make a habit of this, alright?"

"Right, like I'd want to make a habit of coming over to this abandoned area and getting attacked by some monster or villain. As if. No one I know would dare come here anyway, but don't worry, I won't mention where you live."

"Thank you." I was truly grateful for that. I knew how much sensei enjoyed his privacy and his own space. "I shall walk with you until we clear the town."

"You better, after all I did to help you two." She waved at Saitama. "See you Saitama. I still don't like you for stealing Genos-kun, but you're not so bad I guess if he likes you this much."

"Uh….thanks, I guess. See ya."

Aaya giggled and made her way towards the front door.

"I will return shortly."

Saitama sensei gave a nod as he sipped his tea.

I walked with her down the steps. "What made you change your mind about Saitama sensei today?"

He'd acted as he always did. I couldn't find anything to have changed her opinion of him, even just a little.

Aaya smiled and shrugged a little as we headed for the fence that marked this abandoned area off from the public. "He's a bit too relaxed for my taste, like…I don't know how you can stand that. I would figure things would get boring, living with him and all, but he gets you. That's clear and good for any relationship. Plus, he never decided anything without asking or checking with you. And it was clear, and kinda cute, that he gets uncomfortable talking about his feelings for you. And, he did protect me from Sonics attacks earlier."

I wasn't sure how I felt about her remark to Saitama being cute. Did this mean she could develop feeling for him in the future?

"Do you still believe him to be a fraud?"

She looked up at me, uncertain.

I frowned.

"You're decision to believe that sensei is a fraud confuses me. You and everyone else have judged him so quickly and have failed to see what he's done with your own eyes. I makes me question those like you who have called yourself my fans and the kind of person you truly think I am. You, yourself, told sensei that he couldn't be so bad if I liked him. Your assumption that he is a fraud or bad person means that you think I would associate myself with and later enter into a relationship with someone who is dishonest and aims to hurt people through selfish means. Is that the type of person you believe me to be? If so, why are you my fan? Why would you support a hero like that? Why would you even consider a person like that to be a hero? Yes, sensei did cause the devastating aftermath of the meteor after punching through it, but have any of you thought of what this city would be now if not for him? Or with the matter of the alien ship and it's leader Boros? Sensei was the one to enter the ship on his own and defeat him. What sensei said to the crowds after he defeated the sea king was to support the heroes who had fallen facing him before that, even myself. We had all been unable to protect you and the crowd had begun to turn on heroes, but what sensei said kept their faith in heroes alive and now he is being punished for it. If that wasn't enough, since I asked of him to try dating me, he's only received more scorn. He never wants me to explain this to anyone, but it frustrates me greatly. Sensei is such a great hero, who doesn't care of the threat level, just that he can help and so he does, because that is what a true hero does and he is the strongest and the truest hero there is and no one but myself and a few others are even aware of it."

I stopped as Aaya stopped. "You don't ever lie, do you? Every time you're in public you say what's on your mind and your curt and to the point because you don't like being on camera or being bombarded by your fans."

"I see no reason to lie in any situation. I always state the facts."

Aaya's smile stretched into a short chuckle. "I didn't think so. I've always liked that about you. And since you've just poured your heart out to me about how you feel about it all, I'll be a real fan from now on and trust you and that who you decide to be in a relationship with means that they are a good person too. I promise I won't ever call him a fraud again." She held out her hand. "Can I start over, Genos-kun? Hi, I'm Aaya and I'm a big fan of yours. It's great to meet you."

I gripped her hand and shook it. "Thank you, Aaya. It has been nice to meet you."

She turned to start walking again with a smile on her face. "So, you gonna tell him you're in love with him anytime soon?"

I stumbled on my next step as I turned to her sharply. "I do not…I'm not…."

Aaya shifted her head slightly in my direction. "Sure you're not. Alright, I won't tease you about it since you don't seem ready to talk about it."

Was I in love with sensei?

...

I rolled out the second futon and gave the room a once over to make sure it was as it always was before bed. I wasn't sure if sensei wanted to watch anything this evening, so I left the t.v. on from his earlier watching's before his bath, but turned the volume down by five notches.

Even with the unexpected encounter with Sonic and the enlightening visitation with Aaya, the remainder of the day was much like any other day when we stayed in. Sensei didn't seem bothered by either event in the end and I found Aaya's advise to be beneficial to our relationship in the end.

I moved to the closet and changed into my usual sleep wear. When I had finished, Saitama sensei stepped out of the bathroom and yawned as he made his way into the main living space.

He was scratching at his belly. Seeing him then, for some reason, aroused something in me.

"Sensei, would you feel comfortable with us having intercourse this evening?"

Saitama sensei stopped in his tracks, just a few steps away, his hand freezing on his belly. "I was sort of wondering how you felt about that. It seemed like you were working up to it, but never actually got to doing it."

"I had hoped to make you comfortable with the idea over time, sensei." I admitted.

"Oh. Well, I don't mind trying that out tonight if you really want to give it a go."

"I'm not sure why, but suddenly seeing you there, I had a strong desire to know what it would feel like to be inside of you."

"Oh." I could see the light blush that crept up sensei's neck as he dropped his hand. "Okay. Um…" Sensei shortened the small distance between us. "But before that, could I do something first?"

"Anything you want, sensei."

Sensei smiled. "Okay then, would you sit down for me."

I cocked my head to the side before complying and taking a seat in the middle of the first futon in seiza. Sensei smirked just briefly and sat, stretching his legs around me before he took hold of my right hand.

"Sensei?"

Sensei features were unreadable as he met my plainly curious gaze. Instead of explaining, he kissed my palm.

My eyes widened and I just barely held in a gasp. Sensei's gaze was locked on mine. There was a glimmer of humor in his brown irises.

He recalled my upgrade, I realized. The sensitivity in my palms that I kept raised when I wasn't engaged in combat.

Sensei shifted his gaze, focused, as he kissed along my entire palm and each finger with the gentlest of pressure that tingled nonetheless before he firmly planted his tongue at the heel of my palm and licked his way up to my fingertips.

The sensors in my palms flared at the action and I shifted in my position.

"Sensei?" I called out weakly, swallowing hard as he sucked on a digit.

"Hmm?" He released my finger, with a wet pop, licking his lips. "Am I doing something you don't like?"

"No." I replied as I watched him reach out to the rim of my pants and pull them down. He held the elastic waist band aside as he pressed over the panel.

He used that same hand to grip my prosthetic cock, eliciting a hiss from my lips, and started a steady rhythm that had me shuddering in seconds.

My eyes had closed on their own and I only realized that when I felt sensei shift and in the next moment his talented tongue was swirling around the tip, spreading the artificial ejaculate and his saliva around the member.

My eyes snapped open at the action as my hand slid to the back of his smooth head without even having consciously thinking to do so. I wanted more, but it seemed rather inconsiderate to do more than what he had wanted.

I startled when sensei's hand came up over mine and pressed down just a bit. A moment later his hand fell away and rested on my thigh.

Was he saying it was okay?

I pressed down a bit more and sensei didn't even hesitate to take more into his mouth. He simply squeezed my thigh, so I pressed down even more, until my entire cock was sheathed in the warm wetness of his mouth.

I released a shuttering groan and let the sensation wash over me. Just when I felt like I was a bit more in control of the overload of detail, sensei started a steady pace, not at all bothered with my hand still pressed against the back of his head. I was reluctant to move it. I enjoyed the feel of it there and the idea that he would let me control the pace if I wanted. But this was something sensei had begun and had wanted to do. I wouldn't interfere.

His tongue kept up a pattern of licking over the sensitive slit and the underside of my length. Every now and then he hollowed out his cheeks and sucked particularly hard as he raised his head. Whenever he did that, I couldn't help a strangled groan escaping and my toes curling and flexing against the wood floors.

It only took a few minutes before Saitama sensei was swallowing down the imitation semen as I sat there in a delirious state for a moment.

When I found that I could focus again, I met Sensei's steady gaze. There was that just visible smile that warmed my core. I reached out for the ends of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Gently, I placed a heated palm, the one lavished and licked, against his chest and pressed just the barest amount in a silent request. Sensei complied and allowed me to push him down until he was laying back on both futons.

I found myself anxious and excited. I'd read and watched material on sexual intercourse between two men. I focused on the most effective ways to prepare one's partner to be penetrated without them enduring any harm. I would be sure to be very thorough and gentle and mindful of sensei's reactions to every stimulus.

"You are beautiful, sensei."

I found a familiar flush creep over his smooth skin. "Idiot."

I smiled before my attention got stolen away once more by the expanse of sensei's body laid bare before me. I took full advantage, lowering myself so that I was hovering over him. I leaned in close to kiss and mouth at his smooth skin. In the midst of my attentions towards his abdomen, I skimmed the heated pads of my fingertips down, along his left arm, to the center of his palm, before repeating the motion with his other arm.

Sensei hummed low in his chest and relaxed further into the bedding.

I shifted lower, until my chin brushed against the band of his boxers. Removing those with the help of sensei, who canted his hips up just enough, I proceeded with my downward trek by pressing a kiss into each hip bone, my palms kneading into the firm muscle of his thighs.

When I licked and sucked at the inside of sensei's thighs, he released a stuttering breath that reverberated through me.

I raised my head, my gaze seeing past his phallus leaking pre-come, to his flushed cheeks and his slightly glazed eyes that were locked with mine.

He cocked his head slightly in question.

"Sensei, would you turn over please and lean forward on your forearms.

"Okay." He breathed out before he turned himself over and positioned himself.

I positioned myself closely and pressed the heels of my palms into base of his spine before I firmly ran them down the length of his back. I repeated the motion several times. On my last downward stroke, I slipped them down to the tender flesh of his butt cheeks and spread them so that I could proceed to swirl the tip of my tongue around his rectum.

Sensei jerked forward with a sudden intake of breath.

I repeated the motion several times, until I could feel him quivering, before inserting a lubricated finger into sensei's anal cavity that caused him to tense up briefly.

I focused on carefully opening and stretching him, considering this was not quite like me fingering him before and I did not wish to cause him any pain for when I would penetrate him.

In just a few minutes I had three fingers sinking in and out of him, his cavity wet and loose. Sensei's breathing had turned ragged and he had begun to rock his hips back in time with my thrusts.

"Genos!" It came out as a strained whine that startled me into stopping.

My core whirred.

"It's fine now." He huffed, turning to look over his shoulder at me. "So would you quit torturing me already and put it in. I'm ready."

Something constricted in me as his needy tone. It felt, for second, as though a gear had come to a crushing halt before springing into overdrive in the next moment.

I eased my fingers out and wiped the excess lubricated on my pants. "Alright, turn back onto your stomach, sensei."

Sensei arched a brow, but complied nonetheless, even going so far as to spread his legs for me.

I smiled as I removed my pants and pressed over the panel to release my prosthetic cock. I stoked it gently into full hardness and to allow the imitation ejaculate to coat my member before I settled myself between the space he had made for me. With one hand pressed into the futon I used the other to guide my phallus to sensei's entrance.

Saitama sensei held my gaze as I slid into him with some resistance.

I watched and saw the slight twitch of discomfort.

I lowered myself, resting on my forearms, so that I could reach sensei's face. I kissed his brow and then his nose before capturing his lips in a languid kiss.

Slowly, I eased myself in deeper until I was sheathed within him.

Sensei's hips rotated just a bit as he brought his hands up into my hair and pulled me down closer, until we were toned skinned to sleek metal.

Sensei pulled away and regarded me with hooded eyelids. "Move."

"Yes." I pulled out carefully and pressed back in, watching for any discomfort on sensei's part. After a few careful thrusts, sensei took a firm hold against the back of my neck, yet his features were a stark contrast to his vice like hold; his cheeks were red, and his eyes were full of desperation and pleading.

"You're killing me, Genos." He let out shakily. "It's okay, I said. You're not going to break me. I need you to move faster."

Being inside of sensei and surrounded by him was overwhelming. My sensors were picking up multiple sensations and minute details and it was all rushing in so fast. His anal cavity was pressed all around my member, wet and warm and tight and I thought I might overload, but as always, I would do what sensei asked of me.

I gave a firm nod before changing my pace and thrusting in deeper. Sensei's reaction to the shift was mesmerizing. His grip tightened as he threw his head back and let out a guttural moan.

I could feel sensei's heated flesh within my palms, while my quick thrusts and sensei's tight heat squeezed around my sensitive prosthetic cock, sending multiple singles of pleasure to my nerves and up to my brain.

I curled my left arm around sensei's shoulder and my right at the base of his spine, effectively pressing him closer to my core, as I thrust in at an accelerated pace. Sensei's firm grip on my shoulder blades felt as though they were denting the metal, but I paid no mind as the sensation of pleasure spiked to near overwhelming levels. Combined with Sensei's moans and gasps of satisfaction I could feel my release not far off, but I wanted sensei to achieve release before myself.

Just before Sensei's body tensed, the grind of metal announced its failing to withstand his strong grip, he called out my name, voice strained, as his anal cavity clenched around my member.

The accumulation of everything sent my circuits and sensors into haywire. I thought, for a split second, that I was experiencing a malfunction, but in the next instance I was ejaculating into sensei's twitching anal cavity.

With a few last shallow thrusts, I pulled out and turned us over, so that sensei was resting on top of me.

I peered up at him as my systems cooled and regulated themselves, the pleasant shocks and sensations fading away and clearing my mind. "Are you alright, sensei?"

"Yeah, that was awesome." Sensei's smile turned though when he shifted. "This part's not so great. Hold on, I'll grab a cloth."

Sensei pulled away to get to his feet. I saw then that he was talking about the cool and already drying semen on both our chests. "I can – "

"I'm already up." He waved me off. "Just stay there."

I relented but made sure to make a mental note to myself so that I would recall to be the one to assist with cleaning up the mess afterwards.

When sensei returned, clean of any mess and still damp, he tossed me a warm wet cloth to do the same. I caught it effortlessly. "Thank you."

I wiped away the mess and closed the panel as sensei pulled on his boxers. Before I could get to my feet sensei took the soiled cloth back to the washroom.

I took the few seconds to straighten out the futons.

Sensei was yawing upon his return as he scratched at his abdomen. He regarded the limited space briefly before lying down. I cocked my head, curious, but then he pressed forward and settled onto the futon with me, right on the edge of his, centimeters from where I was sitting up on my own.

"Sensei?"

"Hm." He hummed.

I hesitated in asking about the blip in bizarre behavior. Instead, I turned off the t.v with the remote I kept close and laid down, facing sensei, who was also facing me.

He seemed perfectly relaxed, and I was sure he would find sleep quickly. Sexual activity always tired him.

But I wondered.

I reached out and pulled us both onto my futon, and rolled onto my back, so that sensei was half on top of me.

Sensei didn't protest or pull away. He simply shifted so that his legs were tucked close and his head was resting against my chest, his arm slung around my waist and mine across his back.

"Are you comfortable sensei?"

"Yeah."

I thought to let him rest then, since my concern about him resting his head against the hard metal of my chest, inconducive to a pleasant sleep, was unfounded, but then I suddenly recalled Aaya's proposal from earlier.

"Sleep well, Saitama."

Sensei's body tense around mine for a split second before he let out a light puff of laughter. "Good night, Genos."

I hope I got back to everyone who reviewed Ch.20. Some of you may see a duplicate from me.

I'm thinking there are only a handful of chapters left. I had about two more ideas and then I'll probably rap it up in a chapter or two afterwards.

Once more, thank you to anyone who's still reading this. I truly appreciate it!

And lastly,

Talltree-san: Thank you for your review. It's always great to hear from you for answering my question about the cars. :)

I felt sorry for putting the boys in that crappy spot with the rude and terrible fans. Things are certainly better now and they won't be receiving as much hate anymore.

Glad you liked the 'No word limit' by Saitama. And yes, the universe (me) was certainly messing with poor Genos. I'll try to stop being so mean to him. :)

I hope you're well!