“Genos! Genos, come quick, I need help!”
“With what?” The blonde cyborg peeks around the corner to sneak a glance at you, only to see you struggling with some device on the kitchen countertop. Your arms are flailing wildly as you bang the shiny metallic mechanism on the marble table, your (hair color) locks bouncing up and down in accompaniment with your stressed movements.
“Genos, this is a disaster! Get over here right now!”
“Are you sure it’s really a disaster?” He deadpans. “Last time you said that running out of Nutella was a disaster.”
You stop your frenzied movements. Your hair settles down and your arms tense, your body stiffening as you straighten yourself up from the hunched position you were in before. Motions terse, you pull open a drawer and grab a fork before marching over to your boyfriend. “That was disaster. It was practically a Dragon-level threat! Have you ever run out of Nutella? How dare you insult that chocolatey goodness, you uncultured swine! Get over here and help me with this, or else I’ll fork you!” You hold the silver eating utensil out in front of you like a sword, threatening to run into him with the (not so deadly) weapon.
“Have you ever been told that if you stick a fork in a socket, you’ll be electrocuted?” Genos takes it from you and lays on a nearby table.
“You’re hardly an electrical socket, but just help me with this toaster already.” You grab his hand and drag him over to the countertop, where the metal contraption you had been trying to fix lies in complete and total disrepair.
Wires are sticking out from the shiny toaster, with its inner toasting mechanism smoking just slightly, lackluster coils rising from the wreckage of the broken toaster.
“Are those wires sparking?” The cyborg cringes a bit at your handiwork.
“I tried to fix it, I swear! It was worse to start with!”
He shakes his head a bit, doubting your words but declining to say anything lest you follow through with that promise of yours to stab him with a fork – if he died that way, what would he tell Saitama-sensei? “But why do you need a toaster?”
“To toast my croissant. Duh. If I’m going to put Nutella on it, I want a toasted croissant!”
Genos lets out a sigh and lays a hand on top of your head. “Just get a new toaster.”
Your lips form a pout, but your eyes widen as you realize something. “Hey, your palm is pretty warm.”
“Yeah, it is. So?”
You grab his hand, a shadow falling into your eyes as a smirk slowly draws its way across your face. “You like to blaze it, right?”
“You know, do that inferno attack thing where you shoot fire out of your palms like some Dragonball-Z move?”
Your boyfriend nods slowly. “Yes, that’s my Incineration Cannon move. Your point?”
“Can you toast my croissant for me?” You turn to him, eyes sparkling as you latch onto his arm.
“Genos, you’re the worst toaster ever.”
“You’re the one who asked me to toast your croissant! I was doing you a favor!”
“I asked you to toast my croissant, not incinerate it into complete oblivion – you didn’t have to use your Incineration Cannon! You useless, overpowered toaster.”