Two days post Webcomic chapter 109

She never imagined she could be somewhat free of her sister, free of her condescending attitude, free of the constant insults to her and her group. She thought that no one would ever be able to stand up to her, and that she'd be stuck in this hateful relationship forever.

And then, Saitama showed up.

From the day she met him, he opposed Tatsumaki, or at least what she stood for. His unrivalled strength, which she can no longer deny, does not make him any less humble, living like he's just an average guy and not someone who could send the planet to hell and back.

His inability to brag about himself is unmatched by anyone she knows. When praised even for miraculous feats, he waves it off like it's nothing. Even acknowleding his own strength, it is with sadness in his voice, like he regrets ever achieving such godlike powers.

His distaste for working with others does not stop him from forming bonds with those around him, even if it's just acquaintances. A big "fuck you" to Tatsumaki, who instead pushed everyone away, and after that incident, maybe even her.

But by far the biggest middle finger to Tatsumaki he gave is how he treats those he knows so kindly. Even someone like her, who has done nothing but disrespect him, is at the receiving end of his empathy, no matter how much he claims to lack it. She learned that much when he came to visit her at Blizzard HQ yesterday, asking if she was okay after the fight. He didn't even think of her as a friend, and yet he cared enough to check up on her.

When she was composed enough to reply without her voice cracking, the first thing she did was thank him.

He was completely oblivious as to why she did, and when she explained that it was because of him that she was finally free of Tatsumaki, he shrugged it off, claiming that it was her strength that kept her from following her sister's footsteps in the first place, and that all he did was lower the fence enough she didn't get hurt jumping it. At least, that's what she thinks he meant.

When she asked for his forgiveness towards her behaviour, instead of being a proud and condescending prick, he shrugged and told her he never gave a damn, and actually found it flattering someone acknowledged his strength without being a complete creep about it, which is likely a joke about how Demon Cyborg acts judging from the stupid laugh after saying it.

When she expected to be pushed aside in favour of stronger allies after she showed him just how weak she was by losing to her sister, she instead found herself being invited to his apartment, for the simple reason of "chilling", with the only condition being to stop pestering him to join her group.

And as Fubuki knocked on the door in front of her, she couldn't stop the hiccup as she tried to once again compose herself with a violent shake of her head.

Demon Cyborg, Genos, she reminded herself, answered the door, and gave a curt nod before letting her in, informing her of where the tissue box was placed. She expected a much colder reaction honestly. Even the usual glare sent her way for disrespecting his "Sensei" had softened, most likely because Saitama told him about yesterday.

She was greeted by a wave from Saitama, who was watching King play a video game as he sipped a juice box. King acknowledged her with a grunt. Not really sure what to do, she took a seat at the table behind them, and silently watched as Saitama cheered the S Class on.

Barely a minute passed when a cup of tea was placed in front of her, and Genos moved to sit across her, his critical gaze never leaving her face. She gulped, suddenly aware of how dry her throat felt under the scrutiny of those golden irises, even though she challenged them before. Maybe it's the stress from trying to fit in as an acquaintance instead of a leader.

Genos stayed silent, and yet she was hyper aware of how his irises flickered, scanning her, his core whiring. He glanced at the tea cup, before looking back to her. Unlike his usual unreadable expression, she understood, and picked up the cup, blowing at it gently and taking in the aroma of the miraculously fragrant yet cheap tea before taking a sip.

With what she thought was a satisfied nod, Genos took the cup, and she could feel the heat his hand started to emit. He placed it back seconds later, and the aroma was steaming up to her now.

"Sensei has given me a rough idea of what happened, Blizzard of Hell." Genos whispered. When Fubuki didn't reply, he continued.

"While I fail to understand why he didn't give details, I shall not pry, for Sensei must have his reasons." His eyes narrowed. "While I will not excuse you for your treatment towards Sensei, I will follow in his gracious footsteps and forgive you."

Genos extended his hand. "I am glad you have finally recognised Sensei's greatness, Fubuki."

Fubuki smiled softly. "I'm glad too." She whispered in reply as she took the handshake.

"Yo Fubuki!" Saitama suddenly yelled, and the two immediately seperated just as he turned around. "You wanna give the game a go?"

She peeked over Genos's absurdly wide shoulders to see the very game King destroyed her whole group at, and shook her head. "Sorry, don't know how."

"Aw come on," he said as he stretched his arm towards her direction, controller in hand, "King could guide ya. It's real fun!"

She debated if she really wanted to try it out, but despite her temptations to do what her younger self wanted, that being play a video game, she couldn't see herself having fun if she was just going to be dominated by King.

"You could fight me first if ya want." Saitama said as if reading her mind. "King doesn't go easy on anyone, even newbies." He shook the controller, and it enticed her, bobbing up and down.

With a sigh Fubuki stood up and walked over to where the two men sat. Taking the controller from Saitama's hand, she breathed deeply, and tried to focus as both King and Saitama showed her the controls. More specifically, Saitama told her the controls and King showed it on screen to give her an example. 30 minutes later, she regrets not rebelling against her sister earlier, as the satisfaction of at last beating Saitama hit her square in the chest. She cheered at her victory, while Saitama only groaned.

"I keep telling you bro, you can't just use one move, even if it's powerful." King lectured Saitama.

"He's right you know," Fubuki said in between her laughter, "it's not like real life where you can just punch something. I mean, even I can do a combo better than you!"

"Ugh, I get it, you're both better than me. Stop rubbing it into my face."

"You say it like you're not better than us at everything else." Fubuki said, wiping a tear with her hand. "I mean, it's because of you that I finally moved into A class."

"Whoa," Saitama jolted upright, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. "you did?"

Fubuki nodded. "I'm going to become a better hero. I want to prove my sister wrong."

"Cool I guess. Though, it was still your decision. I didn't have a hand in it."

"Don't you dare give me that 'I did nothing' crap again, Saitama."

Saitama shrugged. "Oh by the way, how is your sister anyway?"

Fubuki flinched. "I... don't know. She hasn't contacted me. I think-I think maybe she doesn't want to see me."

"Eh, I don't know the brat very well, but I think she's going to think about her actions now. Heck, she might even be kinda proud of ya, finally deciding to get stronger."

Huh. She never really saw it that way.

"Well, it's none 'a my business. Was only asking 'cuz she didn't seem that alive when I caught up to her." Saitama went back to his game, having King as his opponent again.

"Oh. I should've known that's where you went." Fubuki muttered.

"Hm? You say something Fubuki?" Saitama asked, pausing the game to King's annoyance.

"Nothing!"

With another shrug, Saitama turned back to the game, only to face his demise once more at the scarily efficient King. Fubuki sighed in relief that Saitama seemed completely unaware to the small increase in her pitch. Truly a magnificent specimen of a paradox, being oblivious and observant simultaneously. Almost like the contrast between the pink apron and Geno-

Oh shit.

Genos.

Being so caught up in the game and her small chat with Saitama, she actually forgot about Genos. The feeling of an icy stare returned to her neck. She braced herself to make some sort of remark to him when she turned to face him.

"What is it with you and staring at me Genos?" and "If you like what you see too bad." were what she had in mind, but she was completely frozen at the sight befote her.

Genos, the Demon Cyborg,

Mr My Bitch Face Never Rests,

Was smiling.

And not the innocent "illuminate the room" kind of smile either, but a grin that could be considered downright evil. She supposed that it fits with the whole Demon Cyborg jig but what part of her worrying about where Saitama disappeared to after the fight warranted such an expression?

"Did you get infected by some virus Genos?" She quipped after a moment, "Or did the Doctor finally install a smiling function into your head?"

Genos' only reply was his grin widening slightly.

"Saitama," Fubuki tapped the bald's shoulder right as he lost to King again, cursing for the upteenth time. "your roomba seems to have broken."

"Eh? I don't have a roomba." Fubuki frowned when Genos managed to return to a scowl before Saitama could see anything. "Are you hallucinating? Are you sick?"

"Wha-No, just forget it." She crossed her arms.

"You sure? We got a thermometer-"

"I'm not sick!" Fubuki insisted. "Whatever, I'm going to get a drink."

As she walked past Genos, she heard him mutter "Lovesick perhaps.", but she didn't say a word. She won't give him the satisfaction of her response. He's wrong anyway. Lovesick for Saitama? Best joke of the century. By Demon Cyborg no less. Hilarious, she could laugh for hours.

So why isn't she laughing?

Nope, not going there. With a smack to her head, Fubuki poured herself a glass of iced water and went back to the unoccupied table, Genos having moved back into the kitchen to cook something. King was playing some other game by himself now, Saitama watching intently at the side. Her eyes drifted to the bald hero, laid back with a drink in hand.

Genos is wrong. She doesn't love Saitama, she just has a newfound respect for him.

Short chapter so I can explain stuff.

Basically, I made the mistake of writing stuff near my classmates, so they basically blackmailed me to continue the webcomic, in addition to my AU. I'm trying to decide where to go from here, ships etc. If you wanna suggest stuff, go ahead. Just... it has to be straight because I have zero clue on how to write relationships between anything other than ManxFemale.

Saitama and Fubuki are what I have in mind though, so don't suggest ships for them. Sorry!

Cover image isn't mine. It's from a deactivated tumblr. If anyone happens to know the user rioko-us please help me ask if I could use it.