Genosai - "stop"
Prompt: “Stop” - one character calming the other down
“I’ll kill him,” Genos says, in a voice so serious and so dark that it actually sends a chill up the base of Saitama’s skull.
“Whoa, what?” That wasn’t exactly the reaction Saitama expected when he’d handed Genos a piece of his fanmail, laughing, ‘Look at this jerk.’
But Genos isn’t laughing. His vents are glowing like coals as his core heats up, and although Genos rarely ever smiles, he doesn’t usually look so terrifying.
“I’ll find out who sent this and I will kill them,” Genos says, his voice dripping with promise.
“Genos, get real, you can’t kill somebody!”
“Fine, I’ll leave him breathing!” Genos seethes, steam hissing out of his joints. Waves of heat pour off of him, making the air around him ripple.
“Genos, no,” Saitama reaches out to take the letter away from his disciple. There is no return address, of course, but for all Saitama knows there might be some other clue, fingerprints or something, that can actually lead Genos to the sender, and although the letter is actually pretty nasty, he didn’t realize Genos would get this upset about it. But before he can grab it, Genos incinerates the letter in his hand, transforming it into flame and ash in an instant.
It’s a shock at first, but then Saitama realizes, the letter is gone. Problem solved.
“Whew,” Saitama lets out a breath of relief. “At least that’s over with. Let’s just forget about it.”
Burning the letter didn’t seem to actually vent any of Genos’ strong emotions. The air around him is still shimmering with heat, betraying his inner turmoil. “Sensei, that letter was horrible.”
Saitama frowns at him, not understanding why Genos still hasn’t let it go. Sure, he knows his disciple is quicker to anger, but this is something else. There’s an oily sheen around Genos’s eyes, like tears, and he just doesn’t understand anymore. “Genos, it’s just a stupid letter. Why does it bother you so much?”
“Why doesn’t it bother you?!” Genos explodes at him, actual anger that Saitama hasn’t seen in a long time, since Genos thought that Saitama was giving him a bullshit answer about how he got his strength. “You’ve done so much to protect everyone! You’ve saved their lives over and over again and these people are so ungrateful they don’t even deserve it! Don’t you even care that people hate you? Don’t you even care that nobody knows how incredible you are?”
Saitama stares at Genos, amazed, as the oily liquid makes tracks down his disciple’s face. Definitely tears. He can’t remember the last time he actually cried.
“No, I don’t care,” Saitama says. “Not anymore.”
“Don’t lie to me,” Genos wipes the oil from his face bitterly. “You joined the Hero Association to get recognition, and to get fans. You deserve them all. You should be the top hero. You’re better than everyone else. You don’t deserve this.”
“Yeah, I thought I wanted fans,” Saitama says. “And recognition would be nice. But that stuff doesn’t matter anymore. I got something better.”
Genos scoffs lightly, still angry, still bitter. He knows all too well how empty Saitama’s life is.
“What the hell do you think you have that’s so special?”
“…I have you.”