For a second, Saitama just stares, breathless. He
should be annoyed, or angry at himself, but Saitama is far too perplexed
by the sight of Genos tucked behind his couch. The space is so cramped,
and so dark all that he can see are the cyborg’s legs, curled up, and
his bare, metal feet. It’s almost concerning.
Saitama hadn’t even
noticed the kid back there. It didn’t occur to him to look. He would’ve
run out the door again, not knowing that Genos had never left at all.
Why didn’t he wake up when Saitama was looking for him?
“Genos?” Saitama asks, his voice far softer than he intended.
leans over, tapping gently on the black silicon-padded metal, and then
running his finger over the fine arch of Genos’s foot. He can’t help but
snort in amusement when Genos twitches in response and slides his foot
away, curling up further into his hiding place, but apparently not
For @guardiandae! :D I’ve never tried to draw a perspective like this and there’s probably a million mistakes, but I hope you’ll like it ^^;