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Saitama gave up.
He had given up most likely since the day Genos dropped that sizable stack of cash in front of him that he didn't even need and if he wanted he could probably buy a house with. Yet the fact remained that he had given up.
Saitama was on his futon, laying on his side and scratching behind his ear when Genos appeared in his peripheral vision. Saitama said nothing, but continued to watch the television screen. Genos did a lot of weird things, but just staring at him seemed to be his favorite. Or he would-
Saitama felt a metal hand on one of his legs.
Genos really liked to touch him. He claimed he couldn't actually feel the things he touched, but he could run an analysis on them so it was like touching him. So limb by limb, Genos would touch him sometimes and run scans. Saitama briefly recalled the teen saying, "When I read you, I can't gain an absolute grasp on what my sensors tell me."
Something about his muscle's being as strong as diamonds. Saitama stopped caring long ago and when his student asked him anything, he'd respond "Whatever you like."
Genos' hand roamed from his calf to his thigh then over his stomach. Saitama had been a bit nervous at first, when Genos would get really close to him, and just stare. Saitama could hear when the teen's processors were in full throttle since a soft whirr like a computer's fan would sound off from inside him. Saitama didn't even look away from the screen when Genos lifted his shirt slightly and touched his abdomen. Genos' hand paused when Saitama's shirt was nearly over his prominent abs.
Saitama did look over when he felt a soft breeze and saw air being ventilated from Genos' shoulders. A small heat wave distorted the air and Saitama noticed the boy was red in the face.
"Hey, you ok?" Saitama asked, sitting up. It was already warm in the room, but Genos was making it much hotter.
"I-I am." Genos stood and his right hand was spasming. "It appears I am overheating. Please excuse me Teacher but I need to cool myself off."
Saitama watched as sparks danced around Genos' ears and he hastily ran out of the apartment. The older man shrugged and fixed his clothing.
The kid was weird.