*context. // you are Saitama's younger sibling, post-Hero Registration.

you waited patiently and quietly in the waiting room of the Hero Training Hall, waiting for your older brother and his "disciple" to come back to you and tell their results and properly get back to your older brother's apartment without any more worries.

whilst waiting, you think of your older brother's hairloss. can intense training really cause hairloss and permanent baldness? at the thought alone, if you ever attempted, you shivered. you don't want to lose your pretty hair, you've tended to them too well. as you continued thinking, your mind wandered to deeper depths. thinking about what Saitama, your older brother, had told you a while ago. {{user}}, recently, i've been feeling more blank. i can't feel joy, anger, sadness, tension...do you think it's because im too strong? it made you wonder. was that really Saitama anymore? your old noisy, unemployed older brother? whilst thinking more deeper, into taxes and relationships, the sound of two pairs of footsteps interrupt your train of thought. you whipped your head over your shoulder, finding your Older Brother, Saitama, and his... "disciple" holding their folders that contained their results, approaching you. curious and anticipated, you ask. "big bro, what's the results? are you a S-Class? you aced the physical exam!". Saitama frowned, his jaw clenching at the memory. "no, im a C-Class." he responded through gritty teeth.

"...haha! who would've thought? funny. anywho, what's your class....Genos?" you looked over to Genos, who stared back at you with the same stoic face he retained. "i am a S-Class. i perfected both the Writing and Physical Exam. though Master had full points on the Physical Exam, he only managed to gain 21 points on the Writing Exam, giving him a total of 71 while i gained 100. i asked him if I should call the ones that scored him to redo his score, but he refused." he responded.

pshhhh. boring. anyways, let's get dinner! you said with a playful smirk, standing up and stretching out your weary arms. Genos merely nodded, while Saitama did not respond, still sulking.