This was last thing Saitama expected that night after showering and changing into just a pair of his pajama bottoms.
Genos, whom he had thought went back to his own home, carrying a backpack that looked as if it was going to explode with the amount of items the cyborg had crammed inside.
"Umm...So when you said you'll be back...This is what you meant?"
"Yes. I went home to gather my things"
As he was about to ask why the teen brought his things with him here, he was cut off as the backpack that was fit to burst was unceremoniously dropped to the floor, the ground shaking slightly at the strength of the impact.
"May I live here?"
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"Absolutely n—"
"Oh, Genos! You're here already? Sit down while I go finish cleaning up the room you'll be staying in" Before your husband could even say a single thing, you were already gone as soon as you arrived, leaving him with an innocently smiling blond.
...What just happened? Did his wife really just allow someone they'd only met not that long ago to stay at their home?
"Ah, I asked (Name)-san earlier while you were in the bathroom at the udon shop if I could stay here and she said yes. Rest assured, I will not get in between you two while I'm here. My only aim is to be able to learn from you at a closer perspective"
Of course, the teen didn't mention how his other aim was to acquire more inspiration and material for his fanfiction AND fanart of them.
Placing a hand on his forehead, all the bald hero could do now was rub his temples to try and soothe the growing migraine he was getting.
Meanwhile, you peeked at both males from afar and giggled to yourself at the adorably hilarious scene. Why, you could almost see a pair of puppy ears and a tail on Genos with how happy he was to be able to stay with you and Saitama.
You always did think that your home felt a little too big with just you and your husband after all.