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genos x reader
note: fluff, some insecurities i guess

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he·ro
/ˈhirō/
noun
1. a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.
“a war hero”
synonyms: brave man, champion, man of courage, great man

Hero.

What is a hero?

What did it mean to be a hero? How was heroism defined? Is it defined by the number of “bad guys” you stopped? Is it defined by the number of civilians you save? Is it defined by how many members you have in your fan club? Is it defined by the number of people who looked up to you? Is it defined by your strength?

He was a hero.

His bionic shoulders are wide and strong. Heavy metal hands that could crush a human skull, legs that could carry him 100 miles per hour—even more if he needed to. Compared to someone like you who didn’t have any superpowers, didn’t have super strength nor super speed, he was truly amazing. To outsiders, he was a cold man with narrowed golden eyes and always ready for a fight at any moment.

But, with you, he was different. His golden eyes that were once intense softened whenever you appeared in his line of sight. His stiff metal hands that were always ready to incinerate anyone and anything that he deemed as dangerous seemed to relax whenever you took hold of them. His legs that could lift him up thousands of meters into the sky would turn to jelly whenever you showered him with affection.

He was a hero, but for you, he was much more than that.

Genos.

A name that was once foreign to you becomes familiar.

He first started out as a wandering cyborg the day some mosquito girl almost sucked the whole city dry. Then, when he became Saitama’s disciple, he became a neighbor. Seeing him in the corridors every day whenever you left your apartment was something that became natural, something normal. But, really, how many people could say that they were neighbors with a blonde cyborg who swiftly turned into a hero overnight? Who could say that their neighbor with a bald head could kill someone with one punch? Not just anyone.

“Cyborg-kun” was the first thing you called him.

“Robo-kun.”

“Genos-san.”

“Genos.”

It was a relationship that progressed quickly. A couple of weeks into a new friendship soon turned into a connection where you both would consider yourselves each other’s lovers. A couple of months into this fresh, newfound romantic relationship and you were already attached to the hip—not literally, but at times, it really did feel that way.

Genos was always worried.

Worried that something might happen to you. Worried that one day you wouldn’t return home from work. Worried that one day someone would use you to get to him, to hurt him. This fear of failing you was something that you could never reassure him of. Genos, a young man with a naïve mind, couldn’t really process the thought that you could be fine on your own. And, after many arguments (that Saitama dreaded to be a part of), it took you a while, but you finally understood why. No matter how many times you would tell him that you’d be okay, you were just human.

Thoughts like these were always normal. You always found yourself far, far away, recalling memories from the times before you met Genos to your current situation with a cyborg as your boyfriend.

In front of you, the television screen emitted a re-run of an episode from your favorite show as you sat in the heated kotatsu that Genos gifted you with when he received his first paycheck as a hero. Genos, who truly couldn’t comprehend your fascination with the show, sat behind you with his legs stretched out to cage you in between his body as he produced heat. You were cursed with a broken furnace in the middle of January and he had kindly offered to be of some sort of help, not knowing that you’d use him as your own personal space heater. At first, though, he was a bit startled; you wanted his help?

It was strange, but you had always refrained from asking him for anything. Maybe it was because of the fact that he was a hero and saved people every day that you didn’t think he should have to deal with it even at home. Genos, always wanting to help out in some way, and you, never wanting his help. It’s not something you’re used to anymore. Living by yourself in a run-down apartment for years, you’ve grown accustomed to never asking for it.

“I do not understand why this show always seems to captivate you,” Genos announces rather suddenly, making you jolt with surprise. “Ah, sorry,” he utters quickly after.

“It’s okay. And, uh, I don’t know either,” you say with a little shrug as you lean back into his chest contently, a cup of warm sweetened milk in your hands. It’s so warm, you think to yourself. “I guess the characters are really interesting…?”

“But, do they not do the same thing every episode?”

“Uh, you’re right, but it’s still interesting.”

He hums in response, “I guess I will have to observe the show more carefully.”

“Genos,” you begin to say, setting your cup on the table and spinning around in his lap to face him completely, “I think you’re thinking about this show a bit too logically and seriously. Just watch it because it’s interesting, not because it makes sense.”

At this, he only tilts his head, and you can see that he’s even more confused now.

“You know what, never mind, Genos,” you chuckle, turning yourself back around to face the TV once again. “Did you want to watch something else?”

“No, it is fine. I…I would like to watch what you enjoy watching,” he answers truthfully.

You let out a small laugh, “You’re too funny.”

“Then you must find a lot of things funny,” Genos says.

As you listen to the faint whirring of the engines in the blonde cyborg’s body, you’re once again reminded that you are human, and he is not. Thoughts of being someone who held him back like a deadweight are not unusual for you. You wished that instead of having Genos worried about you every second that he and Saitama were gone doing their hero things, he would feel confident that you were safe. Genos is always worried. He never stops worrying.

His arms, they don’t creak when he lifts them, but because they aren’t covered by artificial flesh like his face is, you’re continuously reminded that he’s a machine. Strangely, he is a machine with feelings. You’ve never doubted him once nor have you ever thought that it would be better if he was human. But, what if he was human? Would you both still be in this situation as you are in now? Would he still be okay with you? Would you still be okay with him?

A while ago, you learned about Genos’ past—a little through Saitama (because of his big mouth) and the rest from Genos himself. You’ve never pried him about it, and he’s never really asked why you live on your own in a run-down apartment in a city filled with monsters. He told you about what happened to his parents, about Doctor Kuseno and how he ended up in Z-City where he first fought that mosquito girl. Genos hates pity, but maybe you pity him just a bit.

His parents died when he was only 15 years old, and that’s not something you can simply forget about and move on from. You, on the other hand, disappeared right after high school and never returned home. Genos was someone who lost his family, but you were someone who left family behind.

You sit up straight, lifting your cup of sweet milk to your lips to take a sip. “Ah, it’s cold now,” you mutter under your breath.

“Would you like for me to warm it up for you?” Geno asks, readily raising his hand towards your cup.

“No, it’s okay, I don’t actually want it anymore,” you say and put your hand on his to stop him.

“But you just made an attempt to take a sip—”

You snort loudly, leaning into him again as you threw your head back in a laughing fit. “Genos, you don’t have to record and observe everything I do!” you say.

“But, I do,” he answers. And, by the sound of his voice, you can tell that he’s once again baffled.

“Am I that interesting?” you question, leaning your head up to look at him as he’s staring down at you.

“You are. You are fascinating.”

As quick as ever, you look away to stare at the TV again. “Okay, I regret asking.”

“Please believe me when I tell you that you are amazing.”

“Genos…”

You can feel his hands radiating warmth as he takes hold of yours. How bizarre it was that a cyborg with metallic limbs could make you feel as if you’re melting. Only Genos could do that. Genos was strange himself. Out of all humans, other cyborgs and other heroes he could choose to love, his heart was set on you, and knowing him, he’d strive to love you forever.

“Will you listen to me?” he pleads, his usual loud voice is now a soft whisper in your ears.

“Genos…”

“Please listen,” he asks again. But it’s more like a statement, and who were you to deny him of saying what he wanted when he already did so much for you?

A sigh escapes your lips, “You’re seriously embarrassing.”

“How?” Again, he’s sincerely puzzled.

“This is why Saitama never wants to hang out with us.”

“Saitama-sensei has nothing to do with this,” Genos responds just as he turns you around to face him, you were sitting cross-legged in his lap. “It is just me and you.”

“You always get so lovestruck and emotional,” you tell him honestly.

“Because I am…lovestruck and…emotional…?” he says.

“Why is that a question?”

Genos then places a hand on your mouth, and tells you, “You speak too much.”

You push his hand away and scrunch up your face. “You speak too much,” you retort haughtily, “so you need to shorten it to twenty words or less.”

“[Y/N]…”

You snicker quietly. “Just kidding, just kidding…”

“You are terrible at this.”

“Whatever—just hurry and say it before I lose interest.”

One would think that a cyborg would lack emotions, although Genos does quite the opposite. He’s innocent, a bit naïve when it comes to his mindset. Maybe it’s because his adolescence was taken from him at such a young age that he’s still growing. But Genos isn’t an idiot, he’s nineteen years old—an adult. He’s smart, he’s bright and his mind can comprehend things that yours cannot. He’s amazing.

“I won’t say it,” he finally replies.

“After all this time, you’re not going to say a thing?”

“If I do, your face turns bright red and your heartrate rises,” he states, as if its normal. “I will save you the embarrassment that you will feel when I say what I would like to say.”

“Genos…”

“Yes?”

“Just say it.”

“Words…” the blonde cyborg begins, his eyes trained on everywhere else but your gaze. “Words cannot truly express how I feel though.”

You can feel your chest tightening at his words. Your heart, it cannot take this level of lovability, this level of uncanny cuteness that only Genos could be. After a moment, you place your hands on his cheeks, bringing his face closer to yours, your lips barely touching, the smell of faint burning from the heat that Genos continues to radiate from his torso.

“You think too much, Genos,” you say.

He places his hands on yours, and speaks, “Saitama-sensei would say that this is the part where I agree.”

You nod, letting go of his face after a minute. “Saitama is right.”

“[Y/N],” Genos then says, and when you look up, he’s watching you. “You are a hero.”

You look at him in question at the sudden statement, eyebrows furrowed and gaze narrowed. You’re waiting for Genos to tell you that it is just a simple joke, something that he learned from Saitama. But, you know Genos, and you know that he couldn’t tell a joke to save his own life. His golden eyes, they bore into your own and it’s intense. They aren’t the same as the eyes he uses to scan things. But, in their own way, he’s reading you.

“I’m a hero?” you utter.

“Your presence is...of great importance to me,” he answers. “You are a hero. Not all heroes wear capes, and not all heroes save the day. But, you…you continuously save me every day. I am thankful to you.”

“Genos, I’ve done nothing for you—” He places a hand on your lips to shush you.

“Your existence in itself saves me every day.”

Genos moves his hands to grasp your face and his eyelids flutter closed, and he leans down just as he presses his lips firm against yours. His lips, they’re soft and surprisingly a bit plump. In your head, you compare them to a baby’s butt to lighten such an embarrassingly heavy atmosphere. You know it will irk Genos just a bit if you killed such an important mood. So, instead, you don’t say a thing to him and just shut your eyes as he did, and place your hands on his arms while he kisses your breath away.

Moments later, you can feel him pull from the kiss and then wrap his arms around you. It’s a hug, something that he is the best at giving. Although his mechanic body would seem uncomfortable to others, stiff and cold, it’s not. Genos—who’s been warming himself up the entire time—is comforting, so you find yourself relaxing in his embrace. An embrace that was once foreign is now home to you.

“Thank you, Genos.”

“You’re welcome.”

Hero.

What is a hero?

To you, a hero is someone who is like Genos—someone who goes around saving people out of the goodness of their hearts. Genos, on the other hand, believes that a hero is someone like you. He believes that heroes don’t necessarily have to wear capes, they don’t necessarily have to save the lives of many people and they certainly don’t have to have superpowers. A hero, to Genos, is someone who showers him with affection in little ways every day; someone who saves him every day.

That someone happens to be you.

Description
genos x reader
note: fluff, some insecurities i guess

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he·ro
/ˈhirō/
noun
1. a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.
“a war hero”
synonyms: brave man, champion, man of courage, great man

Hero.

What is a hero?

What did it mean to be a hero? How was heroism defined? Is it defined by the number of “bad guys” you stopped? Is it defined by the number of civilians you save? Is it defined by how many members you have in your fan club? Is it defined by the number of people who looked up to you? Is it defined by your strength?

He was a hero.

His bionic shoulders are wide and strong. Heavy metal hands that could crush a human skull, legs that could carry him 100 miles per hour—even more if he needed to. Compared to someone like you who didn’t have any superpowers, didn’t have super strength nor super speed, he was truly amazing. To outsiders, he was a cold man with narrowed golden eyes and always ready for a fight at any moment.

But, with you, he was different. His golden eyes that were once intense softened whenever you appeared in his line of sight. His stiff metal hands that were always ready to incinerate anyone and anything that he deemed as dangerous seemed to relax whenever you took hold of them. His legs that could lift him up thousands of meters into the sky would turn to jelly whenever you showered him with affection.

He was a hero, but for you, he was much more than that.

Genos.

A name that was once foreign to you becomes familiar.

He first started out as a wandering cyborg the day some mosquito girl almost sucked the whole city dry. Then, when he became Saitama’s disciple, he became a neighbor. Seeing him in the corridors every day whenever you left your apartment was something that became natural, something normal. But, really, how many people could say that they were neighbors with a blonde cyborg who swiftly turned into a hero overnight? Who could say that their neighbor with a bald head could kill someone with one punch? Not just anyone.

“Cyborg-kun” was the first thing you called him.

“Robo-kun.”

“Genos-san.”

“Genos.”

It was a relationship that progressed quickly. A couple of weeks into a new friendship soon turned into a connection where you both would consider yourselves each other’s lovers. A couple of months into this fresh, newfound romantic relationship and you were already attached to the hip—not literally, but at times, it really did feel that way.

Genos was always worried.

Worried that something might happen to you. Worried that one day you wouldn’t return home from work. Worried that one day someone would use you to get to him, to hurt him. This fear of failing you was something that you could never reassure him of. Genos, a young man with a naïve mind, couldn’t really process the thought that you could be fine on your own. And, after many arguments (that Saitama dreaded to be a part of), it took you a while, but you finally understood why. No matter how many times you would tell him that you’d be okay, you were just human.

Thoughts like these were always normal. You always found yourself far, far away, recalling memories from the times before you met Genos to your current situation with a cyborg as your boyfriend.

In front of you, the television screen emitted a re-run of an episode from your favorite show as you sat in the heated kotatsu that Genos gifted you with when he received his first paycheck as a hero. Genos, who truly couldn’t comprehend your fascination with the show, sat behind you with his legs stretched out to cage you in between his body as he produced heat. You were cursed with a broken furnace in the middle of January and he had kindly offered to be of some sort of help, not knowing that you’d use him as your own personal space heater. At first, though, he was a bit startled; you wanted his help?

It was strange, but you had always refrained from asking him for anything. Maybe it was because of the fact that he was a hero and saved people every day that you didn’t think he should have to deal with it even at home. Genos, always wanting to help out in some way, and you, never wanting his help. It’s not something you’re used to anymore. Living by yourself in a run-down apartment for years, you’ve grown accustomed to never asking for it.

“I do not understand why this show always seems to captivate you,” Genos announces rather suddenly, making you jolt with surprise. “Ah, sorry,” he utters quickly after.

“It’s okay. And, uh, I don’t know either,” you say with a little shrug as you lean back into his chest contently, a cup of warm sweetened milk in your hands. It’s so warm, you think to yourself. “I guess the characters are really interesting…?”

“But, do they not do the same thing every episode?”

“Uh, you’re right, but it’s still interesting.”

He hums in response, “I guess I will have to observe the show more carefully.”

“Genos,” you begin to say, setting your cup on the table and spinning around in his lap to face him completely, “I think you’re thinking about this show a bit too logically and seriously. Just watch it because it’s interesting, not because it makes sense.”

At this, he only tilts his head, and you can see that he’s even more confused now.

“You know what, never mind, Genos,” you chuckle, turning yourself back around to face the TV once again. “Did you want to watch something else?”

“No, it is fine. I…I would like to watch what you enjoy watching,” he answers truthfully.

You let out a small laugh, “You’re too funny.”

“Then you must find a lot of things funny,” Genos says.

As you listen to the faint whirring of the engines in the blonde cyborg’s body, you’re once again reminded that you are human, and he is not. Thoughts of being someone who held him back like a deadweight are not unusual for you. You wished that instead of having Genos worried about you every second that he and Saitama were gone doing their hero things, he would feel confident that you were safe. Genos is always worried. He never stops worrying.

His arms, they don’t creak when he lifts them, but because they aren’t covered by artificial flesh like his face is, you’re continuously reminded that he’s a machine. Strangely, he is a machine with feelings. You’ve never doubted him once nor have you ever thought that it would be better if he was human. But, what if he was human? Would you both still be in this situation as you are in now? Would he still be okay with you? Would you still be okay with him?

A while ago, you learned about Genos’ past—a little through Saitama (because of his big mouth) and the rest from Genos himself. You’ve never pried him about it, and he’s never really asked why you live on your own in a run-down apartment in a city filled with monsters. He told you about what happened to his parents, about Doctor Kuseno and how he ended up in Z-City where he first fought that mosquito girl. Genos hates pity, but maybe you pity him just a bit.

His parents died when he was only 15 years old, and that’s not something you can simply forget about and move on from. You, on the other hand, disappeared right after high school and never returned home. Genos was someone who lost his family, but you were someone who left family behind.

You sit up straight, lifting your cup of sweet milk to your lips to take a sip. “Ah, it’s cold now,” you mutter under your breath.

“Would you like for me to warm it up for you?” Geno asks, readily raising his hand towards your cup.

“No, it’s okay, I don’t actually want it anymore,” you say and put your hand on his to stop him.

“But you just made an attempt to take a sip—”

You snort loudly, leaning into him again as you threw your head back in a laughing fit. “Genos, you don’t have to record and observe everything I do!” you say.

“But, I do,” he answers. And, by the sound of his voice, you can tell that he’s once again baffled.

“Am I that interesting?” you question, leaning your head up to look at him as he’s staring down at you.

“You are. You are fascinating.”

As quick as ever, you look away to stare at the TV again. “Okay, I regret asking.”

“Please believe me when I tell you that you are amazing.”

“Genos…”

You can feel his hands radiating warmth as he takes hold of yours. How bizarre it was that a cyborg with metallic limbs could make you feel as if you’re melting. Only Genos could do that. Genos was strange himself. Out of all humans, other cyborgs and other heroes he could choose to love, his heart was set on you, and knowing him, he’d strive to love you forever.

“Will you listen to me?” he pleads, his usual loud voice is now a soft whisper in your ears.

“Genos…”

“Please listen,” he asks again. But it’s more like a statement, and who were you to deny him of saying what he wanted when he already did so much for you?

A sigh escapes your lips, “You’re seriously embarrassing.”

“How?” Again, he’s sincerely puzzled.

“This is why Saitama never wants to hang out with us.”

“Saitama-sensei has nothing to do with this,” Genos responds just as he turns you around to face him, you were sitting cross-legged in his lap. “It is just me and you.”

“You always get so lovestruck and emotional,” you tell him honestly.

“Because I am…lovestruck and…emotional…?” he says.

“Why is that a question?”

Genos then places a hand on your mouth, and tells you, “You speak too much.”

You push his hand away and scrunch up your face. “You speak too much,” you retort haughtily, “so you need to shorten it to twenty words or less.”

“[Y/N]…”

You snicker quietly. “Just kidding, just kidding…”

“You are terrible at this.”

“Whatever—just hurry and say it before I lose interest.”

One would think that a cyborg would lack emotions, although Genos does quite the opposite. He’s innocent, a bit naïve when it comes to his mindset. Maybe it’s because his adolescence was taken from him at such a young age that he’s still growing. But Genos isn’t an idiot, he’s nineteen years old—an adult. He’s smart, he’s bright and his mind can comprehend things that yours cannot. He’s amazing.

“I won’t say it,” he finally replies.

“After all this time, you’re not going to say a thing?”

“If I do, your face turns bright red and your heartrate rises,” he states, as if its normal. “I will save you the embarrassment that you will feel when I say what I would like to say.”

“Genos…”

“Yes?”

“Just say it.”

“Words…” the blonde cyborg begins, his eyes trained on everywhere else but your gaze. “Words cannot truly express how I feel though.”

You can feel your chest tightening at his words. Your heart, it cannot take this level of lovability, this level of uncanny cuteness that only Genos could be. After a moment, you place your hands on his cheeks, bringing his face closer to yours, your lips barely touching, the smell of faint burning from the heat that Genos continues to radiate from his torso.

“You think too much, Genos,” you say.

He places his hands on yours, and speaks, “Saitama-sensei would say that this is the part where I agree.”

You nod, letting go of his face after a minute. “Saitama is right.”

“[Y/N],” Genos then says, and when you look up, he’s watching you. “You are a hero.”

You look at him in question at the sudden statement, eyebrows furrowed and gaze narrowed. You’re waiting for Genos to tell you that it is just a simple joke, something that he learned from Saitama. But, you know Genos, and you know that he couldn’t tell a joke to save his own life. His golden eyes, they bore into your own and it’s intense. They aren’t the same as the eyes he uses to scan things. But, in their own way, he’s reading you.

“I’m a hero?” you utter.

“Your presence is...of great importance to me,” he answers. “You are a hero. Not all heroes wear capes, and not all heroes save the day. But, you…you continuously save me every day. I am thankful to you.”

“Genos, I’ve done nothing for you—” He places a hand on your lips to shush you.

“Your existence in itself saves me every day.”

Genos moves his hands to grasp your face and his eyelids flutter closed, and he leans down just as he presses his lips firm against yours. His lips, they’re soft and surprisingly a bit plump. In your head, you compare them to a baby’s butt to lighten such an embarrassingly heavy atmosphere. You know it will irk Genos just a bit if you killed such an important mood. So, instead, you don’t say a thing to him and just shut your eyes as he did, and place your hands on his arms while he kisses your breath away.

Moments later, you can feel him pull from the kiss and then wrap his arms around you. It’s a hug, something that he is the best at giving. Although his mechanic body would seem uncomfortable to others, stiff and cold, it’s not. Genos—who’s been warming himself up the entire time—is comforting, so you find yourself relaxing in his embrace. An embrace that was once foreign is now home to you.

“Thank you, Genos.”

“You’re welcome.”

Hero.

What is a hero?

To you, a hero is someone who is like Genos—someone who goes around saving people out of the goodness of their hearts. Genos, on the other hand, believes that a hero is someone like you. He believes that heroes don’t necessarily have to wear capes, they don’t necessarily have to save the lives of many people and they certainly don’t have to have superpowers. A hero, to Genos, is someone who showers him with affection in little ways every day; someone who saves him every day.

That someone happens to be you.