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Is there something gonna be on the TV? I wasn't planning on watching anything in particular.

[Accidentally making things difficult on him.]

[ Suddenly level hard ]

I see. [ A sigh ] To be honest I just wanted to get under that blanket.

[ It's not exactly a lie, even if he knows it sounds very unlikely ]

Oh, are you cold?

[He asks, shifting his sitting position onto one side to look at the fleece blanket he was sitting on.]

Sure, I don't need it.

[He shifts further to the side, trying to tug it out from under him, but having a hard time since he's still sitting on part of it.

Under the bit he has lifted up was the gift, in Genos' full view.]

...you were sitting on it.

[ The entire time, Saitama was sitting on Genos' gift. Good thing it's soft and couldn't be damaged ]

If it's comfortable it's still doing its job. [ and without missing a beat he adds ] I did not expect you to find it so quickly

Huh? What're you talking abou--

[He looks under his butt and blanket, spotting the rumpled up gift. He picks it up, face lighting up.

You got me something??

[He asks with all the excitement of a man never expecting a gift from anyone.]

I tried to make it myself, but-- [ Genos trails off, still disappointed in himself. ] I lack required skills. [ so he ended buying the scarf, yes. ]

I hope you find it useful. And warm.

[He holds up both the scarves, one was clearly an early attempt, but the other was very well done.]

What're you talking about, this looks great! Like you got it from a store. You learn fast!

[ Oh, if this was only true.... ]

I got the other one from a store.

Ah...

[His smile falters a little as he realizes he just put his foot in his mouth.]

I really like it. [He did, it was garish and ugky, just his style.] But I really like this one, too! [He puts the store bought one in his lap and held up the handmade one, taking in all its awkward, lopsided glory.] It looks really warm.

[He starts to wrap it around his neck.]

[ And Genos smiles, that little smile he shows sometimes. ]

Despite your incredible strength, it seems that bacteria and viruses can still affect you. I'm glad that I could contribute to the protection against them.

[ Win this fight, sensei. Against the flu and cold ]

[He finished wrapping it, and it bundled up nicely up to his nose. Just a shiny head in a nest of oddly knitted yarn.]

I don't get sick...

[He protests petulantly, muffled by the scarf.]

I remember you sneezing on a cold day. There is no guarantee you can't get sick, especially since you probably lack immunity for local strains of bacteria.

[ Genos is very content seeing his gift being so useful from the start. ]

That was just dust.

[He stubbornly protests, picking up the second scarf to wrap it more loosely around his neck. There, doubly cozy now.]

Speaking of lack of immunity, how is your body reacting to needles? You're too strong to be hurt by conventional means, does it mean an attempt at vaccinating you would end with broken needle?

[ Genos casually raises his comm to make a photo of that double cozy, as he speaks about vaccine shots. ]

Yeah, needles break. But that's okay, since I don't get the flu.

[Even more stubborness! Like if he keeps saying it he will never get sick.

He smiles, but it can't be seen under all that fabric, and flashes a V sign for the photo.]

Flu or not, these will keep you warm. [ Says Genos, as he makes sure to save the photo, and send it over to Saitama on private message. ] Quality of life items are important.

[ He's really glad and a bit proud too Saitama enjoys the gift ]

I do like being warm.

[He agrees, pushing the scarf down to release his mouth. Can't eat and drink when bundled up so thoroughly, after all.]

You might wanna warm up, too, huh? Get under the table.

[He pats their kotatsu, knowing when Genos goes under his feet should hit his gift and hopefully he'd investigate.]

My internal temperature is kept steady, for the life support system to work right. It would stop working properly only in really extreme temperatures.

[ He goes and explain.... but he does get under the table regardless. He's probably only explaining to talk. As he does hit something his brows furrow, and he- carefully moves that something aside with his foot. ]

You should be careful what you leave under the working kotatsu, sensei.

Huh? What did I leave under there? [He peers down, doing some bad acting.] Pull it out, won't you?

Fine

[ With a sigh Genos does peek under the table, and he notices the package, but can't make details of it.... no matter, he reaches for it, and takes it out ]

What's this...?

[Wow, what a sassy sigh from someone that usually cleans up Saitama's messes! But that's okay, saitama is pretty excited for him to open it.]

Whoah, what's that? You might as well open it and see.

[Inside of it was a yellow sweater with a hand on it knitted in shiny yarn in the shape of Genos' arm, shooting fire and snowflakes.]

[ Genos rips the package open, growing confused with a second, and then he sees it... the sweater. ]

That's...

[ okay, that's his arm. Oh, he just connected the dots, and asks very excited and sudden, ]

Sensei, is this meant for me?

Must be! Unless you know someone else made of metal that shoots fire out their hand.

[ Genos keeps the sweater close, he's almost hugging it. He's not used to receiving gifts either. Of course, doctor was kind enough to continue the tradition, but he since become the only person Genos could expect such gesture from. Getting a gift from Saitama means a lot to him ]

It's... amazing. You're amazing, sensei! It's perfectly made.

[ Mad skillz Saitama, mad skillz in knitting ]

[He can tell Genos is touched, and that makes him feel all socially awkward. But he's smiling broadly.]

Yeah, the girl I had make it for me is really good!

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