Frankly, hot was not even a strong enough word to full depict these grueling sensations your body tortured you with, but honestly, your mind was too much of a muddle to conjure up anything else.
Falling ill as a child proved, in its own strange way, a vacation. You at least did not have to go to school and face responsibilities.
But, as an adult, with those responsibilities piling high, sickness proved nothing more than anxiety inducing, if not panic attack worthy. All you could obsess over were the unanswered e-mails and letters, the taxes, the rent, the texts and voice mails cramming your phone.
All the obligations...
All the responsibilities...
“I think I’m dying...”
“You have contracted a strand of nasopharyngitis, otherwise known as the common cold. While frequent symptoms include coughing, sore throat, nasal drainage, and fever, it is not considered fatal.
So far, Genos hadn't learned much from the older man, but he knew how truly wise Saitama was. No man could have become that strong in a simple way.
For a moment, as Genos was washing the dishes with a simple white apron on, he remembered the time Saitama joked about how he got so strong. It was amazing, how he could look so serious when he said all he did was some push-ups, sit
“What kind of music do you listen to, Genos?”
Genos was startled by the question. Over the past four years, he hadn’t put much thought into anything else except training. Thinking back on when he was still human, he tried to remember what he listened to on the long train rides back home from school.
“Um, well, I really can’t remember right now...” Genos mumbled with a hand now placed under his chin. His eyes darted around the room as he continued to delve into his own memories. “Sorry, it’s been so long since I last listened to music on my own accord.”
“That’s okay,” you said as you shifted towards the end of the couch, patting the space beside you. “Come listen to music with me.”
Genos was hesitant at first but complied nonetheless. He sat close to you, his body barely touching yours as you handed him the free earbud. He tried to hide his smile as he placed the bud in his ear.
Eventually help came in the form of a blonde cyborg. Genos scrambled to reach you without destroying the remains of the wall that is your precarious support.
“Are you okay? I’m a Hero, here to help you,” he called out.
The faded world clicked back into focus with you zeroing in on his words and you speared him with a murderous glare. The angry burn mark down your side appeared fevered by the auburn light of the dying flames and your rekindled emotions.
“No one needs you here, Mr. Useless Hero!”
Genos was taken aback by the venom in your voice. He had
You huffed frustratingly, turning to glare at the person across the room from your own futon.
You see, you weren’t exactly curled up in your own, comfy sheets.
That opportunity had been completely shattered when your next-door neighbor and friend Saitama had decided to punch a monster straight through your tiny apartment. Needless to say, Saitama had felt pretty bad about completely destroying your living space.
So you found yourself living next door with the man who was a hero for fun and his cute cyborg disciple until your apartment could be repaired. That had been in early September, when it was still relatively warm outside.
Hence why you were now curled up on the other side of the room, Saitama snoring across from you. You had no idea where Genos was.
What you did know was that Saitama didn’t have heating, and your fingers were going numb from the cold. It was December, and the temperature in Saitam
"Oh my god it's so cold." You stepped back into the apartment. "Winter's coming."
As you walked into the living room, there was something on the table that caught your eye. You stared at the envelope with the words "Winter Shopping Money, LITTLE SISTER HANDS OFF PLS" written with a black marker.
"Genos! We're going shopping! I need to buy a heater!" you shouted, ignoring the letter in caps. Before he could react you ran towards the table to grab the envelope and pulled Genos by the arm and out the door to the supermarket, which sells literally everything you can think of.
You wandered around the huge place, looking at each heater that was placed on the rack "Mmm... there's so many of them, which one should we get..."
"Didn't your brother-Sensei tell you to save money?" Genos questioned "Well, he did tell you to wear more clothes if you're cold..."
"Shhhh! Onii-san wants one too
“Oh my god why can’t you just say thereee”. You wined as you continued applying your makeup.
And there sits an annoyed shiny egg head with a poker face staring at the blank space.
“NOOO! I can’t take this anymore!!! I have a mirror in my house!!! It’s in the bathroom!!! STOP USING MY HEAD AS A MIRRORRRR GOD DAMMIT!!!!”
“But it’s nice… besides, Genos is cleaning the bathroom. And we’re going out soon right, I want to look nice.” You answered, admitting that Saitama’s head is better than any mirror.
Saitama simply ignored you and stretched his hand to the corner of the room to grab a magazine. Hoping that the magazine could distract him from his annoying girlfriend.
-[ How to grow back lost hair ]
He regretted and got even annoyed after opening the magazine.
You saw the magazine and can’t help but burst out laughing “HAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD LET ME SEEE”