#softtama

A large hiking bag took up the frame of Saitama's door, casting a shadow over said sensei.

Holding the backpack was Genos, hopeful and willing to do anything to get his teacher to accept his (admittedly grand) request.

After all, the little apartment seemed cramped just for one person. Two would be pushing it, but he needed to focus on getting stronger every moment of every day. Any minute he spent travelling to and from lessons with Saitama was a waste.

Saitama is surprised at first, his eyes opening...

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Solar doesn’t know how to react to...his reaction. Nice? Them suddenly kissing him out of nowhere was nice? Even with it being grey-face magick? The witch just stands there for a moment, then slowly, they relax. It was better than him being angry at least. Even if trying to figure him out is making their head hurt a little. Looking up at him, the witch hesitantly wraps an arm around him in an awkward attempt to return the embrace, admittedly, the hug is actually...good. It feels good. 

Saitama can’t help but smile at that. And,...

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Shaking their head a little at his response, the witch looks him over. Pyjama pants and...not even socks. His feet are a bit dirty, or more accurately, they’re dusty. They imagine their Saitama foot shaped prints on whatever buildings or streets he’d crossed to get here. While he’s going on about cake, they turn themself to be leaning against the headboard of their bed to appear more relaxed. Before they say a word, the dolls have already handed him what looks like a warm cloth and socks in his size, probably taken from his home, which, hopefully, means they locked the place up too when they teleported over there. 

Seconds later they both have trays in front of them, loaded with food, sweets, and large cups of hot tea. Sipping their tea before responding, the witch savours the taste. it isn’t overly sweet...the little beings had used honey instead of sugar. Making the(what they think is Lavender) tea just sweet enough.

Shaking his head, “No, but it’s fine. I don’t...

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The witch can feel the movement through the bed of him moving slowly closer to them. Like he’s approaching a dangerous or frightened animal.,They want so badly to move closer to him too. To feel....safer, but they tell themself that’s a sign of weakness, and fear. The exact opposite of what they want him to see, what they want anyone to see really. it definitely wouldn’t convince him that they were alright as they’d said. So they stay put and just let him move closer without lashing out or flinching in anticipation of pain. Trying to clear their mind with each deep breath. Telling themself that he wouldn’t hurt hem, not on purpose. He’s here because the dolls called him over to help. He isn’t those sleazy bastards who put them through that training. 

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‘The way forward is dismal and still, stray cans and bottles litter the floor and hand from the ceiling. Effectively acting as alarms, there's a faint insistent whispering filling their ears as they try to move forward, they don’t recognize the voice and they can’t afford to listen, right? Hesitating, the witch nearly chokes when they feel a touch. Terrified, the witch instantly they have whoever it is under them, one hand on the stranger's throat and the other raised, ready to kill if necessary-’  -before everything comes rushing into focus as they wake up. The concerned,, murmuring dolls around them, and their friend underneath them. Eyes wide and breath coming short, the witch stiffly forces themself to loosen their grip and back off. Managing to move to the edge of the bed before their limbs get heavy and they’re gripping their arms far too hard just to assure themself that they’re awake and not ....not back there. Which is stupid, they know it’s stupid. But they’re still shaking. Still expecting pain.