Genos Is Nineteen.

Genos is nineteen.

The legal drinking age in Japan is twenty.

Dr. Kuseno wants Genos to live a normal life.

Conclusion? Once Genos hits twenty, Kuseno probably goads him into celebrating (and gives him an update so he can "enjoy the full experience," thank you Kuseno). Of course Saitama would get dragged in.

And everyone believes Genos's ID because Genos! is! famous! They could just GOOGLE his birthday, they won't spoil his night! But then they see Saitama's ID.....

"Oh, c'mon! I'm older than him!"

"It's not that you don't look old, sir-"

"Hey!"

"-it's that your ID looks fake. I can't sell you this product, I'm sorry for the inconvenience,"

Anyways, Saitama makes Genos buy any alcohol they need after that, because he finally doesn't have to deal with people at the check out.

(For a short period after this there are rumors that Genos is an alcoholic because Saitama takes Full Advantage of the situation, but he also has a way higher alcohol tolerance now.)

DON'T OUT ME LIKE THIS

I'd feel too guilty scheming something mean, so making plans to be nice is the only way ill ever have any thrill in my life 😤😤

does anyone else get mischievous joy out of being nice sometimes? like “Haha, I knew you were going to be hungry so I got you your favorite food so I can surprise you with it being ready when you get here GOT YOU”

Often I wonder if I ever will.

I crave for another who would listen to me. Who would explain the things I don't understand.

Someone patient. Someone kind.

I long for a person I can tell everything.

For someone who trusts me with their life.

I wish to be valued. Wish that they would consider me before they make plans. I wish to be seen.

I want someone like me.

I want someone to like me.

I want someone.

Because I can't do it myself.

I can't trust myself.

I can't consider myself.

I can't be patient. I can't be kind.

I can't value myself.

I can't like myself.

But maybe, someone could teach me how.

My home is a person that I've never met.

And that person is me.

I often wonder if I will ever meet them.

If I could ever like them.

If I could find someone to share my home with.

my home is a person but i haven’t met them yet

I just realized that Saitama is still in his twenties so he'd probably get IDed every now and again.

And his ID would still be a picture of him with hair. (For a while at least.)

And.... so many cashiers or bartenders probably said shit like, "Someone got a haircut!"

Anyways, my point is: Saitama probably hates having to buy alcohol. (And he's also had his baldness rubbed in his face so much I can't blame him for being sensitive.)

Sometimes I get sad thoughts like, "I'm not here to entertain you" and then I end up drawing stuff like this to get over it

Au where my friend is a magical girl and I'm the villain (only because I don't wanna wear a dress)