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"Genos, you know how to cook right?" The bald superhero had asked his apprentice of a sort. But Saitama knew how to, it was just that he was too lazy to do so right now.
Genos nodded as he picked up a pan out of nowhere “I do. What would you like for breakfast Sensei?”
Saitama had a visible sweatdrop trickling down his face, scratching the ticklish feeling away with a finger "Where.. did you get that pan?"
"From the kitchen." Genos had replied with a straight face, making the older man gape at the cyborg. “I, okay. Nevermind that.”
The apprentice had walked closer to Saitama, rubbing the hairless nog with a look of affection.
The pink on his cheeks were glowing as he smiled at him, yet Saitama couldn’t comprehend how a cyborg could even blush without that much blood flow in him.
The superhero had blinked up at the taller one cutting him off, before Genos had to say anything else “I know, i know. I’ll get the ingredients for you and you just stay put, got it?”
“Of course”
A little while later Saitama arrives and picks out the ingredients from what he bought for himself.
Putting the groceries aside he put the eggs on the counter and the tomatoes, onions, and bell peppers all in one bowl.
“I think I’m in the mood for eggs. You can make scrambled eggs, ehh Genos?” The blonde prince puts on Saitama’s cooking apron. The one that said “Kiss the Superhero” with an emoticon of a face pouting it’s lips.
“If that is what Sensei wants.”
“Alright!”
Genos proceeds to open the container of eggs, carrying the fragile shells that weren’t to be used in the refrigerator. ‘Huh, these eggs…’
“So Genos, how was last week’s mission?” The caped baldy was chatty in nature, moving in to sit on the kitchen table as he watches Genos wipe his hands with the towel.
“It went well, i did capture the monster just as you said.”
“Hm, that’s good. Hey did you get the latest Shonen jump just as i told you?”
Genos nodded with a grunt "I kept it along with your older issues.”
Genos picks up an egg, staring at it for awhile before setting it down. “Sensei, are you sure you want scrambled eggs for breakfast?”
“Yeah, I’m in the mood for eggs today.” Saitama wasn’t looking at his apprentice by now. In his hand was a chapter book and on the cover was of an octopus with a strange face.
He doesn't notice the dismay on the cyborg's face.
Saitama leans on his knees to get better lighting on his manga. The light glints off the shiny head of his mentor, the same way it did on the eggs.
"Hey, don't you read Hunter x Hunter?"
"No, I don't."
"Well you should, I got noone else to relate to!"
The older man continues to talk with him as he responds with grunts. He focuses his attention to the egg in statement. Deep inside the cyborg’s conscience he knew that there was something wrong with cracking open an egg, spilling it onto the surface of a scorching palate, and ultimately be fried to death.
“Hey, aren’t you going to open that egg already? You’ve been staring at it for the past 10 minutes.” Saitama blinks indifferently.
“Wait.. Is it that you don’t know how to crack an egg?” he jumps down from the counter and grabs both of the cyborg’s arms. “Here, let me show you..”
Genos struggles to still his arms. Saitama blinks a hundred times before he asks “Genos… What are you doing?”
He forces to move Genos’ arms, noticing how the shadow overcasted his eyes. He could feel him trembling for some reason. “Uh, Genos.. You know you won’t get anything done without breaking the egg right?”
“I can’t…”
“Huh?”
“ I can’t do it!”
The bald superhero was startled from the outburst. Silence lengthens the moment of awkwardness between the two. “Uh.. what?”
“This is wrong Sensei, you know that!”
“What’s wrong with cracking open an egg?”
“It’s the same as cracking open your head Sensei, i can’t do that to you!”
Genos had kneeled on one leg, and throwed his arms up in the air. The superhero stood at the uncanniness his apprentice was displaying. “Hahah.. hah” Saitama did not like to be reminded of the loss of hair, nor does he like being compared to an egg.