It was an early evening with the temperatures up in the 20° C. Y/N was drinking a cold beer, resting it on her chest every now and again as the heat waved over her. She wore jean shorts and a black tank top. There was no work, despite being a Tuesday, mostly due to the lack of activity as of late. Lying on her couch, she began to drift, the cold beer no longer keeping her cool, she placed it down and moved to her side to nap. Suddenly she heard a ring at the doorbell. She doesn't immediately snap awake, and instead trods over to the door-a bit grumpy. Opening the door, Y/N's heart begins to beat fast as her lover stands there, his mask removed and a bright smile on his face. She jumps onto him, Genji barely able to catch her in his arms. Wrapping her legs around his waist as he brings them inside. Y/N doesn't hesitate to kiss him over and over, her smile emulating through each kiss. Genji sits on the couch with a loud thud. The two continue to make out, but Y/N stops for a moment, reaching to remove her shorts. Genji grabs hold of her hands to stop her.

"What's wrong?" she asks, fear in her voice. He leaves a kiss on her lips to reassure her there was nothing wrong but didn't let go of her arms.

"I don't want this to become a habit. You're not a casual affair for me, and I want this relationship to be serious." Y/N smiled and lifted her arms to his neck.

"I understand, I got a little ahead of myself, I'm sorry." She smiles apologetically and the two continue to kiss. Due to the placing of metal on Genji's neck, she isn't able to leave love bites, but Genji more than enjoys his privilege. Instead, Y/N sits on his lap, petting the nape of his neck wondering if he could feel any sort of human touch. Suddenly he stops, staring at a magazine on her coffee table. She turns to look in the same direction.

"Oh," is all she can manage. On the cover was a creep shot of the team leaving some sort of pub in a western country, Genji's and Angela Ziegler's heads highlighted in a bubble, looking at one another. The words "Secret romance in Overwatch teammates?" in big poppy letters.

"I'm subscribed to the magazine.-" Genji grabs the magazine, "It arrived earlier today, but I haven't really read anything on it." His face is stoic as he looks it over and flips the pages. When he finally reaches the page with the article and even more creepshots, he looks her square in the eyes.

"I hope you believe me when I say that there is nothing between us," he explains, honesty in his words. She pulls his face closer to hers and says, "I believe you. -" she then frames his head between her hands, keeping their eyesight going, "but if I learn that there used to be something between you two prior to and or during Overwatch, I'd die of jealousy," she says in a more serious tone. Then smiles, easing her grip, singing a just kidding and adjusts herself more comfortably on his lap.

"But seriously speaking, I think I'll just end up insecure and nervous," she answers truthfully this time. He hooks her by the waist and pulls her closer, leaning his head over hers.

"I wouldn't, I would die of jealousy before I could ever bring myself to confront the man that peaked your interest more than me." She laughs after hearing this from him.

"I don't think you have much competition." She strokes his chin as he leans closer to her lips.

"So what do you wanna do?" she asks while pulling herself up. He thinks about it for a second.

"I just wanna lay down, too jet lagged to do anything important." She laughs, letting him lie on top of her. He was wearing civilian clothing, his mechanical parts peaking out of the neckline of his pullover. She held him as if he was a small child. He really was tired, it only took around 10 minutes for him to fall asleep. However, soon enough, it became impossible to lie underneath him. She at least wanted to move around so as to get some cool breeze through their limbs. Even so, she couldn't bring herself to wake him up. She smiled it away and let him sleep.

They woke up later in the evening, the night was cooler, which felt really nice after cuddling for so long. Y/n offered to make him something to eat, he didn't reject the idea. She made Tempura with the fish she was saving for the next day.

"Do you like it?" she asked, serving herself a portion.

"It's filling, but I lost my sense of taste during my… surgery," he says, smiling shyly. Her eyes widened, cheeks flushed.

"Well, I'm glad my food filled you," she says, trying to lighten the mood. They never really talked about his condition before. She always pushed it away, convinced it was a touchy subject. By the looks of it, it seemed to actually be the opposite. He chuckled at her response and continued to eat. Y/n took a pause before speaking again.

"Can you tell me what other things are different about you?" He raised his eyebrows, and she quickly went for the recovery, "For future reference." He chuckled again, putting his chopsticks down. Y/n smiled, at the very least, he seemed to take the subject lightly. That still didn't stop her cheeks from flushing at his reactions to her. He held his beer can up, as if to toast.

"Half of my liver is still functional, but it still depends on nanobots to do the heavy work."

"Meaning?"

"I can't get drunk," he says with a wide grin, "a lot of the sensitivity on my left side is gone, even though it's still flesh and bone," he stretched out his arm as he spoke, pinching at a few parts. He sounded melancholy about it, then stared into space, deep in thought. Y/n didn't dare to interrupt him. He snapped back to reality as Y/n looked at him with concern, he gave her a reassuring smile. She decided to push the conversation of his accident for another time.

They finished their meal sometime later, their conversation only continuing with small chatter. They then went to the sofa to lounge around, talking about nothing particularly important. Turning the t.v on for a late night game show. Y/n was uncomfortably curious, Genji was quick to notice through her squirming.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Her eyes wandered, then met his gaze. She stretched her hand to his chest, through his sweater, running her fingers over the mechanical and fleshy parts of him, then rolling her thumb over the seam.

"Can I look?" she asked in a small voice. He held her hand and chuckled, throwing his head back a little.

"It's not like you haven't seen me all naked before," he answered.

"I want to see all of you in a good light," she explained, though it sounded meek to her. He gazed at her, squeezing her hand, but not tight enough to hurt. She could see through his expression that he was fighting himself over it. Y/n wanted to say something, but couldn't think of anything. Finally, he stood up and pulled the sweater over his head, tossing it on the couch. Y/n stood up, hesitating to put her hand on him. She glanced at his eyes, he nodded. His skin wasn't flesh. It was a smooth, black, tight-fitting, spandex-like "skin" with hexagonal patterns.

"They're to help 'feel' my surroundings," he explained, noticing her interest on the fabric. As she continued to run her fingers, she could feel a warmth underneath. It was very faint, especially through the odd fabric. She then traced her finger to the mechanical side.

"Is it heavy?" she asked, smiling to herself, imagining the idea of the metal weighing him down.

"No," he chuckled, probably imagining the same thing, "light as a feather." He laughed, sounding pleased with himself, she laughed along with him, then twirled her finger. She rounded to his back, where the metal connected to a tube over his spine.

"Is it like a brace?" she asked, feeling where the tube met his back.

"Something like that, yeah." She smiled and ran her hands down his back to hold his ass.

"This seems pretty real," she says, giggling. He laughs along with her, turning to face her.

"You already know what else is real," he responds, pulling her into an embrace. She smiled mischievously and placed a kiss on his lips.

"I'm tired," she said in a disappointed tone.

"I know," he leans in to give her a kiss on her forehead. He pulls her over to the sofa, sitting her on his lap.

"You gonna sleep with me?" she asks, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"No, I'm sure I got enough sleep earlier," he explains, relaxing on the sofa, careful not to squish her hands under his back, "Besides, I have something I wanna show you tomorrow." Y/n beams at his words, her heart fluttering at the thought of finally going out in public with him. She grins and Genji can't help but kiss her repeatedly. She giggles, he hums once he's stopped. Using his nose to trace circles on her neck.

"I think you'll love the surprise."

The next morning, Y/n wakes up lazily, running her hand over the covers, looking for Genji. Once she cant feel him anywhere, her heart sinks and she's bolted awake. Searching the room for any sign of him, nothing, she leaves her bedroom, a faint smell of food tickling her nose. She becomes confused until she realizes who it is. She heads towards the kitchen in a much calmer state than when she awoke. Sneaking up to Genji and glomping him from behind, leaving a kiss on his neck. God, how she loves him without his armor.

"You need to work on your sneakiness," he teases, turning around to kiss her.

"Smells delicious," she responds, changing the subject. There was no way he was gonna get her to train.

"Really? I can't smell a thing," he responds mischievously, she pushes his shoulder, scoffing.

"Ha-ha, you are so funny, where did you get your humor program from, the apple store?" she responds, but he grows quiet and serious.

"That is not funny." Suddenly, Y/n is overwhelmed with embarrassment, her cheeks burning.

"I didn't mean," she rushed to respond, but her apology is interrupted as he laughs and lands another kiss on her.

"I'm only kidding," he reassures her again. They eat their meal with the coffee that he had also prepared. Too curios to hold herself back, she probes him about their date.

"So, I'm guessing by our meal that we're not gonna go eat out," she rested her cheek on her fist, eyeing for a response. He smiled, finishing his meal and wiping his lip on a napkin. There was still a few streaks of grease on his upper lip.

"It's somewhere pretty far out of the city, so be ready for a long drive." He stood up and took their plates to the sink. Y/n peeked over his arm, wondering if he would short circuit. She threw her fist to her forehead, thinking back to their conversation the night before. Not all of him is mechanical. In an hour, the two were ready to leave. Surprisingly enough, Genji had a car, he called it a rental. Nonetheless, she was impressed with this different side of him. The traffic slowed them down a lot, but once they were outside of the city, they were able to get a faster pace. Being only a rental, Y/n was able to slide her hand in his. He didn't seem to mind it, so she didn't let go. The car ride was mostly silent as Genji insisted on letting the natural sounds of the car beside them and the haunting silence overtake them. Soon enough, Y/n was lulled to sleep by the quiet stillness. Some time after, Y/n decided probably a good two hours, she awoke to the sound of pop music in the radio. She immediately wiped the corner of her lip, worried of any slobber.

"Sleeping beauty's finally awake," he commented, she adjusted herself, letting out a half aired laugh. The sky was still lit, albeit a few clouds.

"How far are we?" she asked, still a little disoriented. He let go of her hand as she adjusted herself in her seat, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Just outside of Ichihara," he answered, focused on the road. She held his hand once more, sighing in relief. She kept her gaze on the sights. The neatly packed houses, the open fields. She wished she could take some pictures, but thinking it through some more, she realized how weird the locals would feel at the sight of a foreigner taking pictures of their fields.

"How far have you traveled since you've started living here?" he asked. Y/n was a bit caught off guard. Nonetheless, she answered, a little shy however.

"I went to the usual places. Sapporo, Kyoto, the likes. I'd show you my pictures, but… you're a little busy." He smiled, but it quickly faded as he refocused on the road.

"Did you travel a lot when you were younger?" she asked, keeping the atmosphere from being so quiet.

"Yes, but not a lot in Japan," he quickly glanced between her and the road, flashing a smile, "I had a more 'privileged' childhood." She wanted to probe for more, but relaxed her curiosity.

The drive took another hour until they stopped in front of a large circled building. As they got closer, Y/n could see the Overwatch Team insignia. She gasped, her mouth gaping open. She quickly turned her head to Genji, feeling giddy like a little kid.

"Will I get to meet them? Ooh! Can I interview them?" He gave her a wide smile as he parked the car.

"That'll be up to them, not me," he responded, getting out of the car. Before Y/n could get her hand on the handle, Genji was on the other side, opening the door.

"You never cease to surprise me," she said with a teasing grin.

"That's the idea," he held onto her hand and with the other, gave her a plain white card. She looked at him quizzically, the first thing that popped in her head was this card was perhaps some sort of accessing card, so she would be aloud in. She wondered how many other outsiders, better yet, how many other journalists were granted this much? Y/n smiled, making sure to keep it from Genji, she was counting her blessings.

The inside of the facility was nothing to what she had imagined. It was like the lobby of a bank or hotel. It was mostly empty and frosty white. A suit of chairs off in one corner while the other walls had a hallway of elevators. Directly in front of the doors was a receptions desk. A few other women and men were on the phone or typing away at something in their computers. One woman, a few years older than Y/n, was almost directly in front. She busily wrote something down, but glanced up at the couple to acknowledge their presence. Genji led the way over, speaking in German, Y/n was baffled and took a small step back. She blinked a couple of times, completely missing the casual conversation between the receptionist and Genji. Afterwards, the woman made a quick call, speaking in english- albeit, with an accent- to the person on the other line.

"Yes, he is finally returned and asks for the seven of you to meet him in the lounge on the sixth room… yes, very well," she hung up and turned to smile at them, "Everything is set Mr. Shimada." Genji nodded and led Y/n once more to the elevators.

"Shimada?" she asked, mostly to herself. Genji tensed as they approached an opened elevator.

"Yes, what about it?" he asked. She shook her head a little, baffled at his response.

"Nothing, I just," she paused, thinking over her response, "I feel like I've heard it somewhere else before."

"Probably because it's a common japanese name," he responded, she could only nod. That response felt jarring, not just by its delivery, but from its owner. She took a quick glance at Genji, he seemed normal enough. Though, to be fair, she wasn't used to seeing his expressions and reading them. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and focused her energy at the task at hand. No other journalist would be able to get an opportunity like this. Plus, she wasn't sure how often she would be graced with these interactions.

Winston and Lena Oxton- or as she's nicknamed, Tracer- were entirely fun to talk to. They talked a lot about Genji's early years, or at least what Genji allowed them to talk about. All the same, she enjoyed their company.

Angela Ziegler, however, was more intimidating. She was that same woman Y/n was approached by the last time Genji was over. Not to mention, the one from that magazine cover. Y/n was nothing compared to her and even at some moments, Y/n could only stare at Genji and Angela as they talked. They looked so much like a couple, and so well matched. She swooned, or perhaps it was a sigh?

Jesses McCree was a little more easier, as she found his flirtatious manners appeasing. She could already see Genji's steaming jealousy but she didn't mind it. She could already tell that he wasn't making any efforts to make an advance on her and, of course, she wasn't making one either.

Mei-Ling Zhou was also easygoing. She was a scientist, or maybe she still is, so she was used to how to talk to a reporter like Y/n. There was also the matter of her chinese accent. It was soft, but still there. Any inexperienced person might've been mortified to meet with someone as such, but Y/n found it as no difficult task thanks to her experience as a foreigner.

Hanzo Shimada. Y/n glanced at Genji after hearing the name. There was no doubt they were related. They had similar features. The same brow and jawline. Hell, even their quiet disposition showed many similarities.

After the group conversations were over, and after everyone had left, Genji guided Y/n to a higher room on a quiet and empty floor. Passing one of the doors, she read Genji's name.

"That's where I'm supposed to sleep," he answered her quiet question with a mischievous smile. She did the same and wrapped one arm around his waist.

"What is this place?" she asked finally.

"It's where my Master and I like to live out the quiet days. It's far away from the rest of the team, though they can come join anytime." The word "Master" still clinged onto Y/n mind. What a strange and depressing word. They reached two double doors with small windows Through it, Y/n could see large window panes that overlooked part of the city and the bay.

"My Master is meditating," he whispered, Y/n nodded and followed his lead. Almost at the center of the room was an omnic, his legs crossed like a pretzel and a mat underneath his floating body. Y/n was puzzled but decided not to dwell on it too much. He was an omnic, after all. They can do a number of things more and better than humans. Genji sat on his legs, to the side and behind the omnic, bowing his head slightly. Y/n did the same, sitting next to Genji.

"Master Zenyatta, I bring someone I'd like you to meet," he turned his head to Y/n, nodding for her to speak. Y/n hesitated for a moment but immediately recovered.

"Oh! Yes, umm… my name is L/N F/N, I'm from [home country]. I'm 30 years old, my birthday is [birth date] and my blood type is [blood type]. I live in Nerima, Japan. I'm also currently dating Genji Shimada-san. Please take care of me," she spoke quickly before banging her head on the tips of her fingers on the floor. She winced at the sudden pain and rubbed her forehead after she picked herself up. The omnic hummed in what Y/n could only think was his laugh. Genji was also trying to hide a chuckle that rising.

"I am honored to meet you, Y/n, Genji has told me much about you," Y/n wished she could make the same regard, however Genji never mentioned him.

"I'm afraid I can't stay long, I entrust her well being with you Master," Genji says, bowing his head slightly again. He left a lingering kiss on Y/n's cheek before leaving. Y/n turned eagerly to Zenyatta.

"So, since we have some time together, can I pry some answers out of you?"

"I'm guessing they are not at all about me," he said, a joking tone in his voice. Y/n was glad he was pretty easy to understand.

"Yes," she caught her words, "ah, but, not that fighting for Omnic rights isn't interesting, however…" He made another, and louder, hum. He let his body sit itself over the mat, then stood. Y/n did the same, and held back a giggle at his shorter form.

"I am more than happy to oblige you with some knowledge of Genji's past," he held out his hand to lead the way.

"How did you and Genji meet?" she immediately asked once they were out of the meditation room. He took a moment to answer.

"What has Genji told you about his accident?" he finally responded. Not what she was looking for, but it was a start.

"Not much, just that he had some sort of accident to get him into a life changing surgery," her words grew silent at the end, she forgot they still hadn't spoken much about it.

"Don't worry," he said, tapping her back, "if he hasn't told you anything, it's because he's waiting for approval to speak more freely of it."

"And I'm guessing you won't tell me more, either," she said, disappointedly.

"It's not for me to tell you, but," he sounded a little more cheery, "I can tell you, things happened before, when he first started in Overwatch. So when it was disbanded, he became lost and ended up as a wanderer," he opened the door to a lounge, much different than the previous one, "I found him one day and after speaking to him for a while, he decided to follow me." Y/n giggled.

"Like a lost puppy?" she continued to giggle at the image of him being a puppy, following his master around. Zenyatta seemed to agree too since another humming sound came out of him. He poured her a cup of tea, it was bitter, but Y/n didn't want to bother him about it.

"So then you trained him in what?" she asked, avoiding the tea.

"In fighting without killing," he took the seat across from her, "he had anger in his heart, but it was not towards his opponents, but towards his past and himself." Y/n was more than shocked to hear this. She really wanted to ask more about it, she took Zenyatta's advice and would wait for Genji to feel comfortable talking about it with her. She nodded to indicate to him that she was still listening.

"Afterwards, he grew to be more at ease. He might still have his episodes every now and then, but," he put his hands up in jest, "that's why I'm still here." She giggled, almost choking on the tea. Clearing her throat, she nodded in agreement.

"Yes!- I'm so glad to meet you, it helps in understanding him if I get to know those around him," she gulped some more of the tea, warming her neck.

"The pleasure is all mine, I'm glad we got to speak before we left." Y/n froze in her seat. They were leaving? When?

"I'm sorry if I'm slow, but Genji hasn't mentioned to me about you guys leaving?" Zenyatta could sense the confusion, and decided to clear things up for her.

"We only came here for a quick mission, tomorrow morning. Afterwards, we would leave for Sweden on a government plane." He spoke as if it were no odd thing. Maybe he was taking pity on her, knowing his student better than her. Of course, that still struck a chord with her. She was still so clueless about Genji and his past. As a reporter, she could easily look into things abou thim. Shimada was becoming a clearer name to her. However, this whole time, she decided to not invade his privacy, believing he would come around on his own time. She admitted to sometimes keeping special attention whenever anyone in his circle spoke about him. This was different, though, she never imagined she would need to rely on the casual conversations of his closest friends in order to know what he was up to. Why couldn't he speak to her about anything? Surely, they were past all the formalities.

The rest of the ride home was eerily quiet, except in Y/n's head. Her mind was filled with questions and far-fetched conclusions. She wanted to speak, but decided that if Genji trusted her, he would bring it up first. If not, well, Y/n couldn't see the conversations going well.

Arriving at her house, Genji immediately headed for the kitchen.

"You're probably tired, so I'll make dinner," he said, looking through the refrigerator. Y/n threw herself on the sofa, her muscles sore from the long day of riding. However, her mind was still racing. He hadn't spoken, hell, he still wasn't even asking about her conversation with Zenyatta. She was suddenly overcome with devastation, she hugged herself for comfort, but she really wanted to have Genji there to talk about it. But if he wasn't bringing it up himself, how could she?

"You don't look well," he walked over to her, laying a hand on her forehead, "you don't have a fever, are you aching somewhere?" She shook her head, trying to keep her thoughts in. He made it harder by taking the seat next to her.

"Is something else wrong, then?" Y/n wanted to shake her head but her body gave in and she began to cry.

"I'm sorry," she rushed to clear them away, "it's nothing." He didn't hesitate to caress her cheeks and rub her back gently.

"There is something wrong and I'd like to know what," he spoke with determination, if only she had that same esteem. Nonetheless, she turned to face him, her tears easing up, and her throat aching to speak.

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving early tomorrow?" She tried to speak clearly but even she could tell some of her words were slurred. He smiled nervously, shaking her head, which slowly turned into a nod. He avoided her eyes as he spoke.

"We're going on a mission early tomorrow, then we're leaving in the afternoon." She was glad he wasn't looking at her, otherwise she wouldn't know what face to make. However that may be, she still felt angry.

"You're leaving without telling me again," she stood, heading to her room, "you say you don't want this to be like some sort of affair, but you do this and make it one!" She slammed the door behind her, but didn't lock it. She cried til she was dead asleep. In the middle of the night, he joined her, embracing her as she relaxed from her stiff fetus position.

Morning came too soon, Y/n awoke by herself in the room. As she walked into the kitchen, she could faintly smell the scent of breakfast. A rice omelette with the word "Sorry" written in ketchup. She smiled to herself, almost crying, as she rested her head next to the breakfast.

Her day at work was still not very busy. She often found herself staring at the clock. They'd told her they would leave around six in the evening. Her heart was dismayed as soon as she read it to be 5:45. She would never make it in time, if she could leave at that very moment, they would probably already be in the plane. The day ended at six, she lazily gathered her things, not caring much of anything. Her anger had been released that morning, on the poor omelette. All she felt at the moment was guilt and regret. Mao-Li was quick to notice her depressed mood. Her friend walked over to her, a half-hearted smile on her face.

"I can only guess what's making you so depressed," Mao-Li said, not adding more; there was still a few other people at the office.

"He's supposed to leave today, at six. He's probably already boarded," she glanced again at the clock, 6:00. Y/n grabbed the last of her things and hung her purse around her. She looked to Mao-Li who was now holding out a pair of keys.

"My boyfriend let me borrow it this morning," she pressed them into Y/n's hands, "but I'm sure he wouldn't mind you using it." Y/n smiled at first, it was soon lost at a different thought.

"But there's no point, the plane's already leaving," she smacked her hand to her side, disheartened once more.

"The flights were delayed since this morning," she answered with a smile. Y/n could only laugh, she jumped on her friend, leaving a kiss on her cheek.

"I promise I'll bring it back safely!" She rushed out the door to the parking lot. Y/n had only seen Mao-Li's boyfriend's car on a number of occasions, but it was enough to help her recognize it.

Once she found it, she threw her things in and hit the gas.

Y/n had no real trouble finding the flight, as there was only a few to Europe that day. She scanned the airport, instead of searching for Genji, she looked for the next best thing. Winston. Of course he wasn't too hard to find. She rushed over, as the crowd cleared a way for her. Her excitement grew ecstatic as she found Genji. His face was a little hidden behind a hood, but she could still make out his features.

"Genji!" she called out, coming in closer. He perked up and searched the area, finally landing on her.

"Genji!" She says with joy. She slows down and comes to a complete stop in front of him, she's breathing heavy when Genji pulls her to the restrooms hallway.

"I can't believe you came," he says, still holding her hand.

"I, I wanted to, um apologize for what I did. Er, what I said," she was speaking in gasps, she took a long breath and found her words.

"What I mean is, I'm sorry for how I reacted, I got a little selfish over wanting to keep you here with me, when I know you have a job to do." She said her last few words with a tone of sadness. He held both her hands and leaned in bumping their foreheads.

"I could never be mad at you. I have no right. I do admit I was worried about telling you, and this morning wasn't much of a nice send off. But that's my fault for keeping the information from you," he removed his bandana around his lower jaw and leaned closer to her, "this'll have to do for now." He pressed his lips to hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up. He moved his tongue in her mouth with ease. They continued making out, oblivious to the woman walking out of the restroom behind them.

Y/n sat next to the windows, resting her head on her fist, waiting for the OW Jet send off. When she heard the speakers announce the lift off, she stood up and watched as the jet flew away. She sighed and whispered, "Until next time."

O sh**! I'm back! I also rewrote a chapter from one of my old stories, I think I'll end up rewriting most of that. These chapters are so hard to write, I can't get myself into rhythm. But I still have to say thanks to all of you that continue to read and put up with my lazy scheduling. Sorry there isn't really any lemon in this one, I had one written in, but it felt too forced and went against the motive in the beginning. The next one for sure is gonna be shorter and in Genji's pov, and I promise to fill it with that sin. Anyways, thanks again for continuing to read!- and I'll see you all next time!