#nerogengar

What they smell like:

When he’s wearing his hoodie, Saitama would mildly smell like a cheap, slightly flowery detergent he’d get from a buy 2 get 3 kind of deal, but the detergent’s scent is barely there just like how deal detergents are. It would mix with the scent that comes from fabrics that dried in the sun, as well as with his own musk, and with everything mixed it doesn’t smell like glory or fame or glamour; it smells like home and safety.

When he’s in hero suits he’d smell like nature; a mix of his own sweat, the dirt that he stepped on, the grasses and leaves that he passed, and a hint of the blood of the monsters that he killed.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):

He’d have to take care of his dried laundry first, at that time when the sun is all orange and took up his apartment through the sliding glass to his balcony. After that, he’d clean himself up, have simple dinner, take a bath, brush his teeth, and go to sleep when it’s finally dark. I suppose he would leave his clothing like a trail on the floor, leaving it for tomorrow’s Saitama, despite having a set of pre-sleep activity.

ON TO THE REAL ANSWER TO THE QUESTION LMAO: we all know he sleeps like a very active starfish, sleeps on time, wake up on time, the likes.

What music they enjoy:

I suppose, game OSTs? Like you can imagine him humming some random game bgm as he’s cooking or doing laundry.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning:

15 minutes; brush his teeth, wash his face, ready to save the world. <3

Their favorite thing to collect:

We all know this already; coupons! But I think he’d collect stuffs that will save him money (e.g. konbu) and also stuffs that he could sell I think?

Left or right-handed:

Right handed, but still disastrous handwriting.

Religion (if any):

LOL He believes only in his own strength I suppose?

Favorite sport:

Don’t know why but he looks like he’d enjoy ping pong.

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):

He’d love sightseeing and visiting places that don’t cost any money ahahah! Also bargaining for souvenirs I think??

Favorite kind of weather:

Sunny, when the laundry dries fast and everything is bright.

A weird/obscure fear they have:

Missing sales, buying groceries with the more expensive price.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:

!!!!! Yes! Like, Saitama does try to hide it, for the most part. He tries to just live with his anxiety and depression, and he’s coping but is he really living. But when he sees Genos going through the same thing, it’s like, hell no. It’s hard for Saitama to seek help for himself, but for someone else, he can’t stand by and do nothing. Even though, this is a really personal and difficult thing for him and means gutting himself open in the process.

I will scour the next chapter with my eyes so thoroughly i wont blink until i reach the end

<3 I’m glad you’re enjoying my AU blathering. I actually didn’t think that far, but I have ideas of Saitama’s dad as a high-profile politician who wanted Saitama to follow his footsteps. However, Saitama didn’t like his dad too much, because he’s an ass and his politician persona seeped into their family time way too often.

He still loved the old geezer somewhat, but he wanted to piss his dad off very, very much (call it revenge). So, as the only child and his dad’s hope of continuing his career, Saitama did the only thing that would piss his dad off very much: ran away from home, and build his own business empire. Somehow it succeeded.

Genos: “So, will I ever get to meet the parents, or are you too old to do that kinda thing?”

Saitama: “I’m only 29, brat.”

Genos: “So I have to prepare to meet the parents after all?”

Saitama: “Don’t bother. Mom doesn’t care who I date and Dad... Well, he’s an asshole.”

Genos: “I thought he’s a politician? Heard Mumen-san mentioned that before.”

Saitama: "Aren’t those synonymous?”

I do have an AU for eccentric sugar daddy Saitama with horrible sense of fashion, and a poor but stubborn Genos who’s a struggling college student. Their interaction would be like...

(in a clothing store)

s: okay, look, what about this?

g: Saitama-san the shirt has /pineapple patterns on it/. You are going to a gala dinner with /the prime minister/

s: aww but it’s so good! I want to try mixing it with my new khaki, too! also it’s prada so who cares

g: /I/ care, because no matter how much it costs--(peeks at price tag)--it doesn’t even have a price tag! It’s ugly and it’s expensive! It /has pineapples prints on it/

s: /pouts/ okay then fine, you pick whatever for me, the people here know my measurements. Oh, and also that leather jacket you’ve been eyeing since forever

g: /flustered/ a-ah no! It’s fine, it just looks good. I already have jackets from y--

s: you buy that leather jacket or else i’m gonna entertain the prime minister with this pineapple shirt AND flipflops

g: /relents, but blushed and turned around to face the other way whilst trying to hide his happy smile. That leather jacket IS gorgeous./

and another situation where genos is so mad at saitama, maybe for spending so much money for something that genos said he didn’t need. Basically it’s just genos being a brat whilst saitama is an Adult

(at an expensive, high class french restaurant)

s: come on, order something. whatever you want.

g: whatever, huh? /narrows eyes/

s: yaa whatever, I’m gonna have fillet of herford-whatever beef with the bordelaise sauce, thanks

g: I’ll have.... Actually I want grilled fish teishoku.

waiter: um, sir, this is French restaurant

g: I am aware, but I (directs eye contact to Saitama’s) want grilled fish teishoku

s: (still maintaining eye contact with genos) don’t worry. Chef Alain makes an exceptional grilled fish teishoku. Please order it, tell Alain that it’s Saitama.

-when the food came, other patrons are whispering that it smells like grilled fish in the resto, making genos deeply embarrassed-

s, smiling warmly: hey, what’s with the long face? Didn’ you want it? It’s delicious, I swear.

g: (takes a bite) ... yes. ...sorry, Saitama-san.

s: what for? sorry for taking you to a French restaurant when you want Japanese food instead. Next time I’ll ask you first, yeah?

g: /////(blushing, ducking head in embarrassment and happiness) okay...