Saitama chuckles at the sight. Genos is a weird case. Sometimes Saitama could read him easy but he can have moments that are completely off script, so to speak. Whether itâs intentionally done to impress Saitama (which is the case every time) or out of the teenâs own accord is a blur for him. But itâs at those times where the cyborg manages to surprise him are the ones that he appreciates and remembers the most, which is kinda a big deal since he barely remembers anything, nor feel anything.
âMaybe you can check back inside for someone to dance with.â He says, his little laughing fit dying down as fast as the frog could disappear. Probably off to tell his friends about this weird guy dancing with him. That would be a good party story.
âIâm the only other guy out here.âÂ
Genos wondered if the secret to Senseiâs strength was especially thick skin. Right around the head area. It was no wonder that hair no longer could grow there. Genos was pretty ruthless huh, even in his own narration. Yet no matter how thick he could be, or how distant, Genos had no problem at all chasing him. He stopped squatting on the ground and straightened up. Genos was always serious, but his look right now was especially so, it had the seriousness of a serious series punch.
âSensei, I donât want to walk all the walk back inside. Iâm really lazy.â That was a lie, but he wondered if Sensei would even be able to tell the difference. His face and voice never really gave away much in lieu of emotions. It was part of being a robot.Â
âSince youâre the only one out here then, it looks like by default Iâll have to dance with you.â This was it, one last all or nothing gambit.Â
















