HERE IS MY TAKE ON GENJI Because No One Asked:

How about a head canon of Cayde-6 with an affectionate fem s/o? ~🐱

Cayde-6 With Affectionate S/O, coming right up!

Cayde-6:

- Honestly, he is so happy. He’s lost quite a bit in life and he always ends up being the one to cheer everyone up, so you are his safe space.

- You’re just always so sweet and kind, and your smile... He’d die for your smile. Again that is.

- Will always try and treat you to something you like but if you are down for it he’d love to cook something with you. Even if you are bad at cooking, he is worse, but he just would love to spend that time with you.

- It’s a battle of the cuddles. He’s affectionate. You’re affectionate. People place bets to see who can surprise cuddle who more often. It’s a messy ordeal. You end up knocking eachother down sometimes in a tackle hug.

- If you two are lying in bed, and he gets up to go do work, and you just gently mumble his name through a sleepy grogginess or gently hug on his hand, he will instantly drop next to you and say something like “Well since you forced me to and absolutely won’t let me leave.” as an excuse to stay with you.

- You wrap your arms and legs around him at that point and kiss his face all over.

- Please leave lipstick stains on his face. Even if you normally don’t wear it it’s just a delight for him. He loves showing you off to fellow guardians.

- You officially become the other parental unit of his thousands of hunter children. They will visit you and call you mother/father/preferred term. They would all die for you cause your just so nice!!!

- You two have a very healthy relationship and are very wholesome together.

Sonic, Knuckles and Shadow as humans!

Hello 😊, I saw that you are accepting orders so I thought I would send one. Overwatch Genji x reader, where they have known each other and been friends since Genji joined Overwatch, so they are already well in tune with each other's feelings. Reader has a backstory like Captain America's Winter Soldier, where they killed and hurt a lot of people while in control of Talon, some of these people even being from Reader's own family, the request would basically be for Reader to be feeling down and slowly becoming isolating, a hurt & comfort where Genji goes to reader to help and at some point in their conversation reader lets go ❛ i'm scared of ending up alone. ❜. As I already said, hurt & comfort with a happy ending, Genji and Reader's relationship can be both romantic or platonic, it's up to you. (Sorry for bad english, it's not my first language)

kindred | genji shimada x gn!reader

In your second chance at living, you learn that someone cares.

✦ CONTENT: Angst with a happy/hopeful ending, hurt/comfort, blood, assassinations and violence, near-death experiences, developing relationship. ~1,7k words

✧ NOTES: Hi anon, your English is great, no worries (it’s not my first language either ehe)! Sorry this was so short TT I hope you enjoy regardless! Thank you for the request!!

AO3 | Masterlist | Requests | @houseofsolisoccasum @interstellar-inn

Having lived in the undercity of King’s Row for most of your life, you were far more accustomed to the dark than anyone should be. Light became unfamiliar when you were recruited into Talon; in just a short amount of time, you went from a thief to an assassin. Lurk, strike, then leave without a trace—that was how you were taught to carry out your missions. That was what your commanders expected of you. A swift slash from your blade then you’re back in the shadows, prowling the night from the rooftops.

Though you were also taught not to form any attachment or bonds, it was difficult to ignore how alone you were.

There was no camaraderie in Talon. All you had was yourself, and even then, you didn’t always trust your intuition. You couldn’t rely on Doomfist and Reyes out of fear, and you couldn’t rely on Widowmaker because she’d grown cold over the years. You had no one, and that was exacerbated in your last mission when you were presumed dead and thus abandoned.

You’d never felt more alone.

You supposed that was a fitting punishment for you. After all, you’d done the same thing to others countless of times, even those that were meant to be your loved ones. Where those people had hopes and dreams and love, the only thing you had was duty. With your failure in the last, there was nothing left. Bleeding out on the ground, you’d accepted that this was your retribution.

Dying alone, uncared for, unfound. 

You were within arm’s reach away from Death itself, but when you woke, you were no longer in the rubble. Instead, you were in what seemed to be a hospital room, all cleaned and bandaged up with countless tubes and wires attached to your body. And when she stepped in, you finally realised where you were—within the territory of those you were meant to eliminate.

Dr. Angela Ziegler had stepped in with a smile, pleased to see that you were conscious. You’d been out for weeks, she said. When you asked her if she knew who you were, she replied that she did, the smile never leaving her face. It confused you. Why would she go lengths to save an enemy? A threat?

Of course, you weren’t going to be let go that easily. Soldier: 76 came to interrogate you as soon as you were able to speak again. You had nothing left to lose. You were dead to Talon, and Overwatch could grant you the mercy that is death the moment you stopped being useful.

And just like that time amid the destruction, it never came. 

They’d given you a choice. A chance to live your own life, away and unaware from it all, or to join their ranks in helping the vulnerable. Neither was a good option. Even if you were freed, you didn’t have a place to go, or a place to call home. You thought you’d only be a burden as their agent as well. You weren’t trained for doing good. You were trained to kill, be a dog on a leash, not save the world. But there was a glimmer of hope deep within your chest. This was your chance of atonement.

After an arduous silence, you took it.

They had you start small, do light work while your body recovered. You assisted Mercy and Winston in the laboratory, helped Pharah take care of the firearms. Then, when the pain finally eased, you moved on to more strenuous tasks—aim training with D.Va, close combat with Brigitte. It frightened you how easily you seemed to fit into Overwatch, overwhelmingly so, and instinctively, you closed yourself off. You were expendable, just like you were to Talon. It was for your own good not to get close to anyone, no matter how friendly some of them were to you.

A part of you craved to be one of them. You wanted to return Tracer’s cheery smiles. You wanted to spend hours at the arcade with the younger agents. You craved for a semblance of friendship and normalcy, but that was a luxury you thought yourself undeserving of.

It was a quiet night, much like it had been on your last mission. The glow from the holograms illuminated the path as you made it to the training range. The headquarters was mostly asleep, but you weren’t one of them. Phantom pains in your chest kept you awake and hot flashes kept you from relaxing. You thought you could take your mind off of it if you were shooting at something. The moment of solitude didn’t last long; the cyborg ninja—Genji—slipped into the room, nearly scaring you out of your skin.

“You couldn’t sleep?”

“What do you think?” you replied dryly, cocking the gun again. “People like me aren’t meant to rest.”

He approached you, quietly watching you shoot down another target. 

“If it’s restitution or closure you want, you’re looking for the wrong person,” you stated. “I can’t help you get in touch with Reyes. I’m dead to them.”

“That is not what I’m here for.” He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “You… are different.”

You blinked, putting down the gun as you tried to process his words in confusion.

“There is much on your shoulders.”

“Not sure how that makes me different. Everyone has their own baggage.”

“You were made into a weapon, just like I was,” Genji said. “If it is atonement you seek—”

“Let’s spar,” you interrupted, wanting to divert the topic off of you. “You can’t sleep either, can you?”

He seemed surprised—as surprised as he could look, what with the metal plating on his entire body—at your offer. Loosening his shoulders, he nodded. There wasn’t much talking after that; only grunts and the sounds of movement could be heard, but your fists spoke more than a thousand words.

Things seemed to change for you after that. You felt less stiff, more… free. You felt lighter. Suddenly participating in group activities didn’t feel as daunting as it used to. You started to welcome the playful banter from other agents. Training with Genji also became a part of your routine. You weren’t the only one with burdens, you knew just from one look at him. It seemed to be a temporary solution—a refuge—for both of you. You found yourself letting your guard down around him, finding yourself more talkative than you used to be. 

He felt familiar. Where everyone was a stranger in Talon, those in Overwatch felt like a friend, even a family. You were veering into unfamiliar territory and it scared you witless. You could lose it all at any second. People like you were meant to be alone and someone else’s to command, but somehow, it felt different with them—with him.

You were friendlier to the other agents, sometimes more willing to tag along in D.Va’s antics, but Genji was something else. It was as if he understood you to your core, able to empathise with you easily. He’d only told you a little bit about his life, about the fateful duel between him and his brother, about his reconstruction. About how it had taken him a long time to be able to accept himself as he was and how you reminded him of who he was in the past.

In turn, you felt you were understanding him better as well. Eventually your time spent with Genji wasn’t limited to only sparring. You spent your time off sitting in comfortable silence with him as he polished his armour. Fighting alongside him was fun, exhilarating, and you felt more and more drawn to his presence.

A positive outcome would usually scare you. What if you lost everything right now? What if they all left you for dead, just like your previous comrades did? You told yourself it was an irrational concern and that you shouldn’t worry about the outcome, but the anxiety in your stomach kept growing. Still, it all seemed to melt away when you were with him. He was a kindred spirit, in a way. You felt seen and heard, like someone truly saw you for who you were instead of what, and it was more relieving than you’d expected.

You plopped yourself down on the floor, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Genji, on the other hand, looked unaffected by the hours of sparring, leisurely standing in his spot.

“It’s so unfair,” you complained lightheartedly, “you’re more durable than I am. I feel like I’m running several marathons.”

He chuckled. “Perhaps we should train your endurance next.”

“You mean what Brigitte and Zarya are putting me through isn’t enough?” You raised your eyebrows. “Way to treat your friends, Genji.”

“We’re friends?”

Your blood ran cold and you paled. Were you moving too fast? You parted your lips, stammering for a bit. “Well, I mean… sorry, I just assumed—”

“I am happy to be your friend.”

“What?”

You could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s nice to see you be carefree. I was afraid you would break me when we first met.”

“You? Afraid?” You laughed and elbowed him softly. Relaxing your shoulders, you glanced back outside the window where the sky was painted in hues of blue and orange. “I don’t know. I guess it just feels new. You guys treat me like a person, not an asset. I didn’t get that treatment with Talon. For most of my life, I always thought I’d end up alone… Dying alone like I almost did that day.”

As he fell silent, you continued, “Thanks for being patient with me, Genji. You didn’t have to, but… You did, and I won’t forget that.”

“I feel we are more similar than we expected,” he said. “It was difficult for me to accept others’ kindness too, but it’s important for us.”

“Yeah,” you agreed quietly. “It really does change you, doesn’t it? I don’t remember the last time I felt this… comfortable with someone.” You glanced at him. “Do you really think I’ll absolve myself one day?”

“I do.” He turned his head towards you. “I myself am doing the same thing. We can walk down this path together.”

You smiled softly. “Yeah. We will.”

ever have a hyperfixation hit out of nowhere? anyways

gabriel reyes had everything. a family, friends, all of overwatch, basically anything he could want in the midst of war. and then he died. soldiers are content to die for their country, for what they believe in. surely gabriel wanted the same thing. and then medics ripped him from the hands of death and put him in a world of which he did not belong to anymore. he should not be able to exist in his current state, where his body is constantly dying and reconstructing and dying and reconstructing. he can never truly die and he never will. he had everything stripped from him via a new chance at life. he lost everything and turned to darkness because in his mind it was the only option he had left. he was a monster, no one would want a monster like him. so he embraced it. reaper became the very things gabriel reyes swore to destroy. there's such a heavy facade of an apathetic, sadistic killer that not even he recognizes the broken, marred shell of a man when he takes off his mask. he still feels pain, he wants nothing more than to finally move on but the universe refuses to let him do so. he still has his emotions and regrets and fears but it's all suppressed, hidden under a mask and a cloak. he is the embodiment of death, as the man who died and was brought back. the man who is constantly dying. the man who died as gabriel reyes and came back a monster. a monster made by other people and a monster made by himself. i'm. insane about overwatch lore i wish the game was actually good

Take me back to the night we meet

I had all of you

and then most of you

Some

and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met

Something interesting about this season, is that the Young Wolf still feels guilt over what happened to Cayde. The Nightmare of Uldren very directly speaks to the Young Wolf, and taunts them.

Uldren:

And because the YW doesn’t speak, Eris does.

Eris:

But his lies do. The Young Wolf still doesn’t know what happened between Cayde’s stunt, and when they found him broken and dying on the ground. We don’t know how much pain he was in in those final moments, or how painful it is to lose our Ghost. To build on that thought, this conversation between Crow and Eris.

Crow:

Eris:

So the Nightmare of Uldren telling the YW that Cayde screamed, reached out for his Ghost and begged? That’s not necessarily a memory, or even true. That’s what the Guardian imagined, what they feared Cayde went through in his final moments. The worst way to die to them. Screaming in pain, begging for your now-dead constant companion for help. 

It’s not what we, the player saw. We saw Cayde go to his final death with a sense of resolve. We saw him take each painful blow, we never saw him scream or beg. It’s all what the Young Wolf fears Cayde went through, because they weren’t fast enough. 

Sonamy Holding

Can’t have a movie with these two without this happening at least ONCE. It’s tradition.

1 note = 1 pixel for your fandom’s symbol (shown above) in an art piece I’m making

If you would like to see all of the fandoms, look through these posts

IF YOU DON’T SEE YOUR FANDOM, send me a message saying what fandoms I missed and I’ll add them

If you would like to know more about the project, read this post

FOLLOW ME TO KEEP UPDATED ON THE PROJECT/SEE THE FINISHED PROJECT

Dust and Echos

(not my gif, belongs to @north2445 )

A/N: I watched the trailer and WOW i can NOT believe our husband is back! So I am excited to write this fic!

Ikora has asked you to come and meet her and another to discuss the next mission. Little did you know it would be an echo from the past.

Warnings: angst (TONS of it), fluff, and swearing

Masterlist

Destiny List

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were called to go to meet her to brief you on your next mission. Your Ghost kept going on and on about how the readings of this planet was off, which you took note of also. It was way too odd to not notice the wavelengths.

However, it isn’t the most odd. You have battled many different enemies and how the Light is becoming more and more difficult, powerful, confusing. When fighting the Witch Queen, it wavered you a bit, having to fight the enemies that you never thought of them being able to do the things you could. Even blacking the light for dark uses. You couldn’t say anything sense you can wield it yourself.

Then almost having the second collapse happen to some lunatic that the witch warned you about. The return of the Witness, which led you to a planet called Neomuna a cyberpunk feel of the city, working along with others that called themselves the Cloud Striders. It almost succeeded by one of the pyramids that come about, which wasn’t the first time that you have seen these pyramids.

You have seen it all so it didn’t surprise you about the odd readings. When arriving the planet it was sunny, green, mountains. It was beautiful, until you saw in the distance a purple pyramid shape floating in the air. You bit your lip. “That isn’t good.” Your ghost commented looking over at you.

“Yeah.” You muttered nodding your head, steering your ship to the location.

When approaching you saw Ikora standing in a mouth of a cave, you pulled up having your ghost transport yourself out, landing on the ground. She smiled before showing some nervousness. “Hello Guardian,” She said walking towards the edge. “Glad you can make it.”

“Of course.” You said standing next to you.

“We don’t know what this is,” She said facing the purple mist. “I want you to figure out what it is, you will be having some help of course.” That’s when you heard footsteps. Before you turned to face the footsteps Ikora turned to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. It was sudden. I was surprised as well.”

You were confused until you turned around. Your heart stopped, you wanted to throw up, you wanted to cry, yell. Cayde. Your ghost looked over at you then Cayde, he wasn’t different looking besides the light blue glow around his eyes and mouth.

“Oh no. There’s nothing I can…I’m sorry.”

His chest had a hole in it. He looked like shit, usually you would give him shit. Tell him that he would need to get some make up to slap on. This time you couldn’t muster a noise, words, nothing. Panic. Pure panic.

“Listen y/n…this ain’t on you.”

You were there when Cayde blamed himself about Andal, you watched him become bitter for a bit. He was also not happy about the fact that he made a bet to be on the Vanguard if Andal died. However, it was because he went and fought Taniks without him. Now this is you, you were going to be like him. Bitter. You can’t loose him.

“We can fix this, we just have to get Sundance pieces. Just please please stay with me.”

You remembered when you saw him after the Tower was taken over on Nessus, you ran to him and hugged him tight. Him chuckling and calling you his dove, due to you being beautiful and at the time innocent. Inside joke. Him tell you to stay with him, up until he knew that we had to meet Zavala and Ikora to fight.

“We will take the Reef by storm.”

Both you and Cayde laughed lowly when dancing on top of the tower, you both heard the towns below play some melodies, after bringing back the Traveller from the Red War. That’s when Cayde told you he loved you. Actually loved you.

“I refuse to bury any more friends.”

You carried him, he should have been heavy but it wasn’t. Your emotions were off, you couldn’t think. Just fuzz. When returning, the cries, gasps it was too much to place him on the bed, covering him with the satin cloth that had the Vanguard symbol.

“Uldren Sov is mine.”

And he was, died from your own hands, with his gun. Ironic. You held the gun looking at Uldren before pulling the trigger. After you did, you stood there for a while, watching the smoke slowly leaving the barrel. Thinking how the smoke was suppose to be your anger and guilt leaving it. But it wasn’t. He wasn’t here.

He is here. You tried to think of you were stuck in the pyramids. One of them. Maybe this is a nightmare, the Queen is torturing, she had to. It’s a spell. A lie. He is dead. He stopped inches away from you. Inches. You could reach out and touch him.

“I will leave you two at it.” Ikora spoke softly before walking up on the ridge.

Cayde carefully looked over you, barely remembering who you are. He knew the feeling when looking at you, knowing you are a Guardian that was under his command. However you were the one he loves. Loves. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to explain.

“You’re dead.” You whispered your helmet barely making the words out.

Cayde chuckled. “I’m kind of hard to kill, you should know that y/n.”

Your ghost floated to him. “Is it really you?” You knew your ghost was making a quick scan before looking shocked. “It’s him.”

Cayde moved around to come to you, you tensed up as he came into your space. He grabbed your chin with his index and thumb. Having you look up at him. “I have been begging the Traveler to come see you again. Pretty sure I annoyed the hell out of it,” You felt the tears prick your eyes. You could feel him. Actually feel him. You focused on how his hand went to your hip and the other cup the side of your cheek. You didn’t even realize how long he was standing there waiting for you to answer. “It’s my hair isn’t it?”

You chuckled and looked down grabbing his hand from your cheek. “I missed you so much.” You voice cracked as you looked back up at him. “You died and I…” You couldn’t finish as memories came back and forth between his death and now.

“I know. I’m so sorry. I wish I could have been here. To be with you. To get out of the damn tower.” Cayde chuckled placing his head on your forehead. “I don’t know how I am here but I am now. We can do this together dove.”

You smiled holding him closer.

Genji’s Voice

@demialwrites commission! Thank you muchly for the support. <3

Prompt: Going off of the idea that Genji doesn’t like the sound of his own voice. 

Word count: 1495

Genji Shimada was a real mystery. You have been working with him for a decent amount of time now, yet he still glares at you with a gaze sharp as daggers. The very aura he gives off sends shivers down your spine in pure intimidation. Even worse, he barely utters any words around you. You would hear him utter a few scarce words to his teammates, but he has never once directly spoken a word toward you. You suppose that just came with being a member of Blackwarch, but he was near impossible to read and the lack of communication made getting close and completing missions very difficult. And yet, the mystery surrounding him made Genji all the more alluring. You wanted to get to know him, to grow close and actually get friendly with the solitary ninja. You feared he didn’t like you, but you wanted to change that. Perhaps ease the tension a little. So, during your down time between missions, you made every attempt you could to befriend Genji.

Your first attempt was trying to sit with him for lunch. It would be an easy, casual way to start up a conversation. It was then you came to realize Genji never really ate in the cafeteria with everyone else. You spent a good chunk of your lunch time trying to find him, only to find he’s been sitting on the roof with only 5 minutes left to your break. And, as luck would have it, Genji decided his lunch was up and chose to leave as you were planning how to get up there. You wound up having to eat your lunch while working and that wasn’t the most pleasant thing to do.

Your next method of attack was to team up with Genji during training. Not the best in terms of being social, but it’s a good way to strengthen your bond on the battlefield! However, Genji turned out to be quite a handful to say the least. He still didn’t talk to you and he absolutely slaughtered you. He kicked your ass so hard you’re going to feel it for weeks. You leave the training area feeling incredibly sore and Genji didn’t so much as give you a glance before up and leaving. You stared at his back as he walked away with a look of longing in your eyes. You wanted to make this work, you really did, but perhaps Genji didn’t. Maybe he was just dead set on being that silent loner. Perhaps this relationship you were striving for just wasn’t meant to be.

Then, a few days later, you were called on an urgent mission. There was a major attack on a city by Talon. The battle was expected to be gruesome, but you were ready… until you saw Genji sitting in the very same transport ship you were boarding. Your heart sunk as he shot you his usual glare, but the only available seat was right next to him. You just hoped he could tolerate your presence for the duration of the flight.

You were well into the battle when all of a sudden you were struck with an intense, burning pain. Your knees buckled, your hands moved to grip the aching area, and suddenly you hit the ground. The sound of gun shots and crashing began to fade to a frightening silence. Your vision goes black.

You aren’t sure how much time as passed, but you slowly open your eyes to find the scene from before till stayed strong. There was rubble everywhere and the sound of gunshots didn’t let up. The searing pain is back, but when you reach to apply pressure to the area you find a hand is already there. Only then do you realize Genji is right beside you. As a matter of fact, it seems he has moved you too. He had the two of you hidden behind an overturned car and he had you sitting up, resting against its side so you’d be at least a little more comfortable.

You bite your lip and wince at the pain as you grab Genji’s hand and move it from your wound so you can inspect it. Looks like you’ve been shot and you’re bleeding quite a lot. You press your hands on it to lessen the blood flow, trying your hardest not to show any weakness in front of Genji, considering he already thinks so lowly of you.

“You will be alright,” Genji says. “I called Angela. She is coming. You will be taken to safety and treated shortly.”

Your eyes light up at the sound of his voice. It was so… gentle. So soft in contrast to his hard and harp exterior. Even the gentle tremor of cybernetics on his vocal chords was like music to your ears. You’ve heard him speak before, granted, but only out of eavesdropping. Now, you get to hear his voice loud and clear and it was so worth the wait.

“You just spoke to me,” you mutter, looking completely dumbfounded.

“…Yes,” he replies. “What, did you think I was mute?”

“No! Not… exactly. You just— barely ever talk at all. And this is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me! I was starting to think that, well, maybe you just didn’t like me.”

You could hear Genji sputter a bit in shock underneath his mask.

“What? I do not dislike you at all,” he says with earnest.

“Then why don’t you ever talk to me?”

Genji goes silent. He turns his gaze away from you in what appears to be embarrassment.

“…..voice….” he whispers.

“What?”

“It’s—my voice. The way it sounds. I hate it. I try to avoid it as much as I can,” Genji says with a sigh.

“Oh,” is all you can really say in response. “But… the way you glare at me—“

“That’s just my face.”

“And you eating alone at lunch—“

“I do not want people to see my face.”

“And the training?”

“I never go easy on anybody. Didn’t the others tell you?”

You take a moment to think it all over, then let out a weak giggle, stopping only because it hurts too much.

“So that’s really it then? You just don’t like the sound of your voice?”

Genji nods.

“Well, I like it,” you comment. “Been trying so hard to hear it lately and it sounds wonderful. Such a shame for you to hide such a wonderful thing.”

You let out a grunt as another wave of pain hits you. You aren’t sure if you can stay conscious before Mercy arrives. Genji notices this and takes hold of one of your hands.

“I’ve got you,” he says softly. That was enough to keep you going.

“So… you don’t dislike me,” you start. “But do you… like me?” Okay, maybe now the shock was making you a little too bold.

You can hear the smile in Genji’s voice as he responds. “Yes,” he says. “I like you very much. I just feared you wouldn’t like me all too much. I stay distant with just about everyone I meet just to be safe.”

The grip you have on Genji’s hand weakens. You can feel the world spinning.

“I like you, I like you,” you chant in your dizzy state. “You just need to talk to me more, alright? I don’t think I can live without hearing that voice from now on.”

Genji shakes his head in whimsical disbelief.

“I will have to work my way up to speaking more. But I can try, for you.”

And with that, you were out.

You eventually come to in a white room, nestled nicely in a warm, soft bed. You must be in a med bay, safely away from the hectic battlefield. Yet, your first thought was whether or not Genji made it out okay.

You slowly rise so you’re sitting up in the bed, groaning softly at the discomfort as you were still experiencing a bit of pain. Then, you feel a gentle touch on your hand and turn to see Genji sitting beside your bed. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was smiling.

“Hello,” he coos softly, tightening his grip on your hand. God, his voice was like butter. You wanted to wrap yourself up in it.

“Hello,” you say in reply.

“I am glad you are alright. I tried speaking to you while you were asleep. Thought it might wake you up faster…”

Oh! Well, he certainly seems to be living up to his promise to talk to you more. How sweet. You carefully inch closer to the edge of the bed so you could be closer to Genji.

“Hm, maybe that’s why I rested so well,” you say. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Genji replies, just soft enough so only you could hear him. His voice acting like a well-kept secret between the two of you. You absolutely loved it.