Jun 24, 2016
Genosai+high school au
“You know, Genos, it’s weird” said Saitama, fiddling with his neatly made bento–one of the many that Genos had started to provide for him daily, “ever since you came here, I’ve stopped hearing stuff about my bald head.”
“Maybe the students finally understand that it is a proud feature and indicative of how wise you are, sensei,” Genos suggested, and when Saitama glanced down at his food, he took the opportunity to send the students that were staring at them a threatening gesture.
“Right,” Saitama drawled doubtfully, poking at the perfectly shaped octopus fruit, “but it doesn’t help my image when you call me sensei–” he poked Genos’ hand with his chopsticks –”seriously, it makes me feel old.”
