Saitama just stared at Genkei admiring how the kid looked so... human. Now that Saitama was actually looking, Genkei's eyes were amber, not brown like his but, not quite hazel either. He had pale skin but compared to Genos's, the teen's seemed so full of life with the way his cheeks flushed with pink. His hair was the same color but, Genkei's seemed wavier rather than having it perfectly straight as Genos had. Genkei was so much smaller, more fragile. He wasn't made of stainless steel, couldn't stop a moving train, couldn't fight monsters. His fingers were slim and his face looked soft. Everything about Genkei was so alive. It was breathtaking and overwhelming. Saitama didn't know what was going to happen from this point on but, he knew he had to keep this boy safe. Because it meant keeping Genos safe. And Saitama wouldn't know how to deal with losing Genos.