Jan 1, 2022
“You are going to be okay.”
Y O U P R O M I S E ?
“I promise.”
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“You are going to be okay.”
Y O U P R O M I S E ?
“I promise.”
SCP-191 “Cyborg Child” Object Class: Safe is gay
Saitama x female!Reader part 6
Slowly climbing out of bed and to her feet, she sat tiredly at the edge of the bed, letting out a long yawn. The female leaned down to grab a lonely shirt of Saitama’s from the ground to cover herself up. (Name) couldn’t help smiling as his smell enveloped her, a gentle masculine scent, a cologne like smell. It smelled nice, and she enjoyed it probably too much that the shirt was really loose on her. Rubbing the tired from her eyes, she moved to stand up before slowly sitting back down in pain. A dull pain throbbed in her lower back and she whimpered slightly to herself, stirring her man to consciousness.
Saitama shifted slightly in the sheets and lazily opened his eyes to see his girlfriend struggle slightly. “Are you okay?” He murmured quietly, his voice a bit hoarse from just waking up. (Name) felt herself jump slightly but she turned, nodding. “I’m okay, just…sore.” She sighed, laying back down on the bed covering her lower half with the blanket once again, scooting into the open arms of her partner. He smiled softly, wrapping his muscular arms around her tiny frame and pecking her lips. “Oh no… I’m sorry (Nickname), I couldn’t really control myself.” He buried his face deep into the crook of her neck and hummed, the vibrations from his voice tickling her. (Name) placed her hands on his smooth head, which his face gently resting on her bosom. “Don’t be sorry. I enjoyed last night with you, it was wonderful.” The female gently pet his head, leaning in to kiss it. The hero felt his face flush slightly, and his arms went tighter around her, his lips pursed out. “Just like when we were kids, you always knew how to make me flustered.” He grumbled into her lips, kissing her again.
“I try.”
Outside in the kitchen, (Name) stood quietly by the kitchen stove, attending to the sizzling eggs, no pun intended, in the pan. Much to the bald mans protest (Name) insisted on cooking after staying the night uninvited. So there Saitama laid on the floor in the living area, flipping through channels on the television and occasionally glancing at (Name) as she cooked. The female was in more suitable attire than just a shirt, with Saitama’s yellow Oppai hoodie and shorts. The hoodie was big on her just like the shirt was, so the shorts were almost completely covered. Saitama was also dressed up in some sweats and a t-shirt, just comfortable clothing today for him. If there was an emergency it wouldn’t take long for him to get ready, but he hoped today was not eventful. He wanted to spend time with his beautiful girlfriend.
As the female gently slid a finished egg to a plate, their Cyborg walked out of his room, stretching his robotic limbs. “Refreshing Windows…” he murmured to himself, craning his neck slightly. “Morning, Genos.” Saitama greeted his disciple, followed by (Name) who waved. “Good morning, Genos.” The female greeted, placing the finishing touches of breakfast on the kitchen table.
Served for today, an egg over rice accompanied with tofu and or meat.
Genos bowed to (Name). “Good morning, Lady (Name).”
“I told you, stop calling her that. It’s creepy.” Saitama drawled, standing up to walk to the table, pecking his girlfriends cheek before sitting down, Genos following suit. “But besides that, I thought you’d be more surprised (Name) was even here right now.” Saitama leaned in, picking up his chopsticks and poking at the contents of his food. He almost felt like crying. “Thanks (Name).” Saitama thanked his girlfriend for the food as she also sat down to eat.
(Name) is such a good cook.
Genos shook his head, shrugging slightly. “I’m not surprised at all. In the middle of the night my censors picked up a large amount of testosterone and estrogen in master Saitama’s room, then the release of dopamine, so I put two and two together.” He explained with ease, gladly digging in to the food presented in front of him. Both (Name) and Saitama exchanged looks to one another, a silence filling the room. The hero could only contain his laughter as (Name) rubbed her forehead in embarrassment. “Well…you aren’t wrong Genos.”
"How much longer till we reach the earth’s atmosphere?” An agitated Boros questioned an officer of his, the alien shaking in fear at the Lords voice. Glancing at the data in his hands the officer fumbled for an answer. "We will be in the atmosphere in about two days my Lord, and will reach ground the day after.”
"Good.”
Genos was called to the group of officials in the heroes Association once again. He wondered what now could these idiots bother him with, but he was too happy to complain. Now that the master had a partner like (Name), he didn’t have to worry about the bald man being lonely anymore.
The doors swung open and the Cyborg was greeted with quiet stares.
Something was wrong.
Genos lightly glanced around the room with an unreadable expression, gently pushing up a chair to take a seat. The official he had spoken to the other day shifted nervously in his seat, muttering some incoherent words to himself before shakily gazing up to the Cyborg teenager.
“We…” the man whispered, his chin shaking slightly. Genos leaned in slightly, sensing a spike in the officials heart rate. “We have a problem.”
“…okay. What kind of problem are you talking about?” Genos answered back, his expression calm and his hands gently resting on his lap. The official grunted softly, motioning to a younger looking man, seemingly a staff member at the Association who was standing quietly at one side of the room. Not seeing the official motion to him, the young man continued to look through the papers that were in his hands. A louder, more annoyed grunt was made, and the young man was pulled back into attention.
“H-Huh? Oh, right.” The man awkwardly faced Genos who stared back with an uninterested expression. “Our satellites have picked up an alien spaceship gradually coming into orbit. We didn’t think much of it at first, because we’ve been visited by good and bad aliens, so our intergalactic status is slightly popular. But then it was confirmed that…” the man trailed off, a lump in his throats as he felt his body grow hot with nervousness. The Cyborg was now more interested, his full attention to the man.
“Lord Boros is back, and is coming back to Earth.”
After breakfast, (Name) had begun to clean up the table with Saitama helping her along. “You know you don’t need to help me. I’m an independent woman.” The female grinned as she felt herself get pulled into a strong chest and protected by muscular arms, a pair of soft lips meeting her very own. The two stayed like this for a moment, with the bald man gently rocking her from side to side in his arms. “You may be an independent woman, but I still feel bad that you’re doing all this work. I’m your boyfriend, I can at least help.” He retorted gently, rubbing her arm as her cheeks went a bright red at his words.
He hadn’t even said anything that was close to embarrassing, (Name) was just happy that he referred to himself as, her boyfriend.
Once cleaning was finished, the two sat quietly on the couch, gazing at the television screen. The show that was on was a drama. In the episode, they were on focused on the main protagonist who had just recently found out that the maid was pregnant with his third son. The wife was planning murder for some reason, and the eldest son was in a car accident and was now reduced to a vegetable.
These dramas always managed to confuse the hell out of both Saitama and (Name), but all in all was still entertaining. Times like this was also the times where (Name) could be alone with her boyfriend. Half way through the climax of the episode though, the female had remembered what Tornado had informed her the day before.
The Association.
Saitama’s Power Ranking.
Saitama…
“Saitama?” The female spoke as the characters in the show were arguing.
“Isabella! Please do not leave me!” The protagonist cried, on his knees with tears in his silver blue eyes. The female character huffed turning her back to the protagonist, pointing her nose in the air.
“Yeah, (Name)?” Saitama replied, more engrossed in the dialogue from the show at the moment.
“I do not love you anymore José! You cheated on me for the last time. You are no good!” The female character stomped her foot as she left the screens view, leaving a the lonely male protagonist to weep with his face buried in his hands.
“Are you feeling okay?” (Name) questioned, her arms wrapping themselves around the hero. The bald man gazed down at her with a dull expression, not really understanding her question.
Was it really a question?
He had felt more happy now then he had ever felt in years. Now that (Name) was back in his life and they were finally together, why would Saitama have any reason to not be okay?
“I’m fine, why do you ask?”
“…I mean, are you feeling…weak or don’t feel as strong as you usually are? Does something not feel right?” The female whispered, her eyes shutting tightly. The male was now even more confused. “Uhh, I don’t think so. But I don’t really think you need to worry about my strength. Like I told you, I’m your hero that can defeat any opponent with one punch. There’s no need to fret.” Saitama could sense some of the feelings she had been feeling the night before, that sadness that she was feeling.
No matter how he tried, he couldn’t read her.
Which was saying something, because he can read people pretty well.
“Lord Boros is back?!” Genos screamed, shooting up to his feet as his heart rate elevated. “That monster, is coming back here?” Genos stormed straight to the official, grabbing the collar of his shirt and forcing him foreword. “Why not instead of telling me, you go to the one hero who’s actually sent him running for the hills!” Genos continued to yell, recollecting on the lives lost and the property destroyed because master Saitama was not the first to be sent out on the field to go against the Lord. The official literally saw his life flash before his eyes and he began sobbing uncontrollably, guards standing on end as other officials stared fearfully at the scene. “P-P-Please don’t hurt me! We can’t send him out first because h-h-he’s a B class-”
“Don’t start that shit with me! He’s stronger than all the S class heroes combined!” Genos shoved him away, turning back to the younger man who was also staring. “You.” The Cyborg spoke, pointing at the male who was now fearful of his own life. The official Genos had just man handled was now breathing heavily, nearly driven to unconsciousness as he sat down on his seat, gently patting a white cloth to his sweaty forehead. “Y-Yes?” The male spoke, his whole form shaking. “When will Lord Boros arrive?”
“Two d-days.” The male whispered, lowering his head as Genos’ glare softened to a dazed expression.
“Two days.”
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