Dejection automatically washes over the cyborg’s face. He expected such an answer, but hoped to be pleasantly surprised.
As that doesn’t happen, he instead resorts to his persuasion-technique.
Throughout his time with Saitama-sensei thus far, Genos has taken note that his frugality isn’t simply a sense of fiscal responsibility, but a necessity. Noticing this, Genos has absolutely no qualms with helping Saitama financially– no matter what, but he realised that money is a powerful tool, and perhaps Saitama doesn’t need to know that Genos would be more than willing to offer the sum of money in his pocket for no exchange whatsoever.
Said money is plopped upon the short table, a large wad, clearly an overcompensation for a few month’s rent, but undeniably solid proof that Genos means business.
His eyes are hopeful as his fingers gently curl around the straps of his backpack.
As the stack of bills lands on the table with a solid thump, Saitama’s eyes go wide. What? And they roam from the cash, to Genos, and back again.
His first thought is of the spacious apartments in the more populated areas of the city. Places with multiple rooms, maybe a kitchen wide enough to stretch his arms in. If Genos has this kind of money, why isn’t he in one of them?
Looking back up at his disciple, Saitama can’t help but notice the look on his face. You really want to stay here? Ignoring another drip of ice cream on his fingers, With me? It doesn’t make sense. Of course, most of the stuff Genos does doesn’t make a lot of sense. Saitama knows his power is enormous, but he’s already told Genos everything he knows about where it came from. What else is there to learn? And why does he think living together will help him learn whatever it is faster?
He imagines having a roommate. Only, no; that doesn’t work. Because most roommates--most people aren’t like Genos. He’s had people ask about his strength before, of course, but none have asked to be his disciple. None have asked for training. And none stuck around after he told them about his regimen. He’s not the kind of guy most people want as a friend, or even a long-term acquaintance. So what would it be like, having Genos as a roommate?
“Ah, alright.” Smiling a little and hoping he made the right choice, “Did you bring a toothbrush?”
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