The Terrifying City

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You didn't know what had happened, your mind was consistently replaying the night you held Saitama's hand to cheer him up when Genos's new fans wanted to shake his hand. His hand felt really nice, warm too. Despite the constant battles Saitama participated in, for only around five minutes maximum knowing him, his hands were so smooth and gentle that you didn't want to let go when approaching the apartment but it was odd because you had always held his hands.

They were your comfort and solitude because being close to Saitama and knowing he was next to you, it made you feel peaceful as if nothing could pierce your safety bubble. You knew it would always end though, especially when you felt like you weren't necessarily needed as much as you'd like to think.

It had been five days since Saitama became an official hero along with his approved disciple; Genos and they were doing nothing with their new registrations. The city streets were currently a mess; debris, broken buildings and warning signs were everywhere to ward off the people from monsters who would arrive out of nowhere.

Their had been no recent incidents though and Saitama only resorted to reading manga while keeping the television on in case any major crimes would occur. Genos, Saitama and yourself had never left your apartment as Genos followed Saitama wherever he went to try and analyse his moves, drawing whatever the bald man had been doing and writing everything he ate.

Saitama was on the floor with his Japanese graphic novel and a shirt off. That's all that had to be said.
Pecs and abs in their glory, Saitama had absolutely no reason to be embarrassed, as he wasn't. The man was too laid back and casual to do so anyway. He was leaning back against the couch with his pyjama pants still on even though it was around midday as Genos was seated cross-legged across from him, journal open with illustrations of the caped hero.

You sighed, laying on the floor with your head on Saitama's thigh while he leaned his elbow on his other knee. You could feel the man shaking for some reason, his breathing slightly irregular and you only had to look to the side, over the small table in the middle on the living room to see why.

Saitama was under way too much stress after being stared at like a science experiment by his own Disciple. Genos wouldn't even wink an eye away from Saitama and his golden orbs were always moving, shifting as they analysed and scrutinised every tiny detail in the man who could defeat anything or anyone with a single punch.

You knew Genos was raising the bar for his master and you also knew that Saitama often felt as if he was scamming the cyborg but you were either too amused or too nonchalant to do anything about it no matter how many times Saitama nudged you or begged you with his eyes for help. Maybe in a way this was your brains insignificant reason for getting back at your best friend who was the cause of your problematic emotions.

"Genos... re-enacting a statue or~ what?" You asked timidly, slowly rubbing your lower stomach and watching as the robotic boy only moved to give you his attention, never speaking as you then became speechless yourself, you had nothing else to say. Saitama had better be coming up with some fake technique or spiritual theory because being a victim of this staring wasn't fun at all.

"Okay, okay go back to watching Sai please!" You asked after what felt like a whole minute of analysis. The cyborg opened his mouth, closed but opened it again and you stared, one brow raised questioningly before your face exploded with a humiliating blush at Genos's next sentence, or half of it, "Is your heart beating so fast because you are lay-"

"Saitama~ ahh!- didn't what's-his-face say something about C-Class heroes being taken off of the hero registry if they do nothing.. for a week."

You knew what Genos would've said even if he didn't finish talking, '..because you are laying on Sensei's leg?' He had no right, purpose nor reason to say anything along those lines, the actions weren't even intimate for god's sake! You were laying on his leg, so why did you explode like that. You felt Saitama jump at your loud words when you interrupted his disciple and screamed his name for the neighbours to hear; if you had any.

His wide eyes were staring into your skull as you kept your eyes trained on the ceiling from your position on the ground. You wouldn't speak and you hoped Genos would catch on to how uncomfortable and unnecessary the topic he brought up was,

"Wait wha-"

"But being close to Sen-"

"HUSH~ little d-disciple, Your Sensei needs to teach you something! To become stronger than himself! Listen!" You screamed, or you thought you did. By the look the two males were giving you, you guessed you resembled a fuming chihuahua with an attention complex but at least it got the intended job done.

"Sensei my apologies, please go on." Genos spoke humbly, his calm voice wafting through the room as he almost bowed after speaking. The man was humble without his normal teen emotions because of his cyborg side, you pitied him but you knew he wouldn't want that because of how smart and strong he was, he was only nineteen after all.

"Uh.. what was that about heroes being taken off the registry for doing nothing?" You could feel Saitama watching you for answer, to which you refused to speak. You felt troubled, annoyed and irritated at everyone in the room including yourself.
Maybe it was because you were currently experiencing a red waterfall in your nether regions. Maybe it was because of the conclusions that Genos was assuming about your own emotions.

"God, so ah-annoying.." You cringed, an unexpected wave of pain erupting deep in your stomach. You had unconsciously curled into a fetal position as Saitama stared without your knowledge. You heard Genos speaking about the class-C hero business but you had to block that out because of the pain. Pain.. Pills! You had pills the kitchen.

With a cringe-like smile you leaped up, too fast and limped towards the kitchen. You went through the cupboard, nothing. You went through the pantry, oh and nothing. The refrigerator just to be sure before going back to rummage through the pantry again. There was a packet, it was already opened and with a large grin growing on your face, you snatched the tiny capsules that were meant to alleviate the pain,

"DAMMIT"

Your voice rang out through the house which unexpectedly silenced Genos when talking to a shocked Saitama when finding out about class-C heroes having to actively look for trouble in the city. The two males jumped at your loud and high-pitched voice, lurching straight to the source to find an empty medicine container on the floor and you, leaned against the pantry door as you cringed, experiencing another contraction of pain.

Genos took notice of the heat temperature in your nether regions but kept quiet, thank the lord. He stayed back as Saitama cautiously approached your ill state, holding his arms in front of him in defence. You glanced at him but hastily looked away when tears began to build in your eyes. He slowly placed one arm over your hand that was resting on your stomach, lifting your shirt slightly to rub your smooth tummy.

You mewled at his actions, thinking of when he eventually found out everything that happens to you before, during and after a period- sometimes it got extremely ugly. Full of tears, blood and cries when you demanded food, comfort and his presence or absence all at the same time.
He continued to slowly rub his hand on your stomach, ignoring the puzzled cyborg who wanted to speak but didn't know what to say. You grabbed Saitama's hand, wanting to take him to the couch where he could continue his actions like the saint he was but you realised he had to do something before he became an official ex-hero.

"Sai, go do something about your registry." You muttered when you placed his hand back by his side. The bald man watched you and looked unsure of himself, he looked back at Genos but he didn't do anything, "Go."

He nodded slowly, running into his room and changing out of his pyjamas to roughly place his hero suit on his body, "Genos! A change of mind set will led to greater things! Aim for top 10, I'm going alone."

Saitama obviously didn't want Genos taking his lime light and you could see Saitama glancing to and from his manga which stated exactly what he said, you knew he was mentally thrilled that Genos bought the lie and stayed inside whilst his Sensei left without another thought or else he knew it would've been harder to leave you behind when in pain.

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