Genos sat intently scribbling down everything that he could observe from the one which he had claimed as his teacher -- the infamous caped baldy, saitama. A man who he respected, admired, and aspired to live up to to no end, and because of his deep admiration, the mechanized former human had once again found himself frantically, and rather fruitlessly jotting down every little thing about saitama's behavior, mannerisms, and movements. Saitama himself was currently laying comfortably upon the floor, staring mindlessly at a saturday morning cartoon show, his simple features forming a pleasant smile as he enjoyed himself before going out to another day of diligent patrol around his home city, having long since donned the proud, humble moniker of a hero for fun.