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Exhausted, Sonic drifts in and out of wakefulness. After a silent conversation with Saitama, Genos yielded the futon. There’s a glass of water right next to Sonic, because Saitama is courteous in his own eccentric manner, and they make no further conversation on what happened in the rain. Sonic’s given a change of clothes and he would feel ridiculous by the way he’s dwarfed by Genos’ sleeveless top, except there’s a numbness stealing all emotions from him.
It’s cold. He wonders if Mumen Rider closed the windows because he’s always left them open for Son-
When he stirs, the couple are having a quiet moment. From beneath his lids he can see the way Saitama leans against Genos’ arm in a familiar manner.
“Look what you did Genos, you made Sonic cry.” Saitama’s not even hiding his teasing tone, laughing softly to not wake Sonic up when Genos splutters in denial.
“Please don’t joke about things like that Sensei!”
At least they’re happy, Sonic thinks, before he falls asleep again.