Genji realizing he has it bad for his not-yet-s/o and trying to figure out how to confess?
when you’re a cyborg ninja but you’re still a gotdamn nerd.
Genji hasn’t ever really
considered romance. He had many flings in his youth. Cheeky little trysts and
summer loves that never really went anywhere. Then after his sudden expulsion
from the Shimada clan, he was too focused on recovery and rediscovering himself.
Years of physical therapy and soul seeking left the thought of finding The One
in the back of his mind. Maybe in the next twenty years or so?
And then you come along. You
two had been good friends for a while. Occasional workmates. Genji was content
with that. And then there’s one afternoon, one rare day where the both of your
schedules are free. You both leap on the opportunity to be incredibly
unprofessional and raid the one vending machine on base and work on beating the
high record on the old arcade machine in one of the spare storage units.
Neither of you know who GABE
is but his high score has been unbeaten on that machine for maybe decades now
and you’re determined to beat him.
Somewhere in the midst of you
flicking cashews at him and taunting “Don’t get distracted!” it hits
him like one of the grand spiritual epiphanies Zenyatta has told him about. He
likes you an awful lot. He would love to be something more with you. His
concentration breaks, the screen blaring in a 16-bit “GAME OVER; INSERT
COIN TO CONTINUE”. It’s when you’re playfully shoving him off the seat to
show him how it’s done that he starts to panic a bit.
He spends a lot of time
thinking about it. Not that he’d ever let on, of course. He’s got a lot of self
discipline and a lot of trepidation. Would it work? Could it ever work? Would
you feel the same? For a week he’s a bit more quiet around you while he sorts
everything out in his head.
Genji hasn’t had a proper
love that he can recall. His time as a young teen was full of many partners. He
flitted between them easily, playing up his young mob boss routine or boyish
charm to help attract whoever caught his eye at the time. He spent hours sweet
talking and seducing people like it was a side hobby. For the first time it’s
sincere. For the first time there’s a serious emotional investment behind all
the smooth talking, and that’s what throws him for a loop the most.
So he starts out slow. He
makes gentle attempts to spend more time with you. He’ll invite you to come
visit Zenyatta with him one day. Come tag along with him while he gets his gear
checked at the armory another. Hanzo sent him an entire cake for Christmas, can
you please come help him eat it?
He starts to treasure all the
time you spend together. While he enjoyed it beforehand, now he cherishes it.
Already he feels like you’ve expanded his worldview a bit, made him change how
he looks at things and that just makes him fall harder and faster. Whenever
he’s with you he’s one foot on the ground, one on another dimensional plane.
Caught between appreciating this wonderful new light you’ve given him and then
internally panicking because oh he’s got it bad.
He decides a week ahead of
time when and how exactly he’s going to confess, after a long trial of
elimination on the best way. An intimate dinner at a high class restaurant? He
knows all the good ones. A casual coffee date? A romantic stroll through a
park? A long discussion over the mess hall rations? Should he present flowers? Chocolates?
Oh heavens do people even DO
that or is that just a grand conspiracy fueled by romance movies.
It’s Zenyatta who helps him
make up his mind. Some gentle advice and a practical pep talk and he decides
the best way to Do It is in the most natural way possible. He’ll indulge in one
more day with you, and let you know when the moment strikes him. Organic and
Except it isn’t. The next
time you two have an unscheduled day together, it’s spent in his quarters. An
old holotape plays on the TV, half ignored. You two make small talk. He shows
you an old haori from before he left the Shimada family. The entire time, he’s
waiting for that moment to come, that perfect moment to spill his synthetic
guts. It simply doesn’t come. It always feels too sudden or too imposing. By
the end of the afternoon he’s incredibly frustrated at himself, practically
buzzing with nervous energy.
When you mention that it’s
time you headed back to your own quarters, he immediately offers to walk you
back. Almost shouts it. He dawdles the entire short walk, hoping to buy time
for The Moment as if it was simply late and all he had to do was let it catch
up. It’s only when you’re at your door, jabbing him with your elbow and asking
what’s been bothering him that he decides he can’t wait a second longer and
He babbles for a hot minute.
He never expected to feel like this it just snuck up on him but you’re lovely
and he thinks so much of you and he doesn’t want you to feel obligated because
he can take rejection and he doesn’t want anything one-sided but if you could
think on it and if you think it could work that would make him incredibly happy
beyond words but you mustn’t feel like you have to say yes just to make him
happy because he wants you to be happy sorry this is all so sudden trust him he
wasn’t expecting it either and he’s wanted to tell you for so long and-
You’ll have to interrupt him
to get him to stop. Grab his hand. He starts a bit, every muscle tensed. Then
it all melts away, his hand tentatively returning your grip. Vents along his
shoulders hiss suddenly, making him chuckle nervously. He hasn’t been nervous
He spends the rest of the
night in your quarters. You two sit on the bed and talk, and it’s awkward at
first. Long pauses and sideways glances. Your hands are constantly nudging
though. By the end of the night, you’re both curled around each other, laughing
and teasing as usual. You poke him gently and make some light hearted jab about
how daft he was to agonize over this for so long. He simply grins like he’s the
luckiest man alive.
Cyborg 009 Gets 3 New CG Films by Ghost in the Shell S.A.C.’s Kamiyama
The story will depict Joe Shimamura and the other cyborgs’ struggle with the Bresudo, a group of people who possess superhuman powers and intellect, and have manipulated human history since ancient times. Their goals are unknown, and they cast a dark shadow over the world.
Though few people believe in the Bresudo’s existence, one journalist named Lucy Davenport heads to Texas to contact a certain family, and she meets the cyborgs. The cyborgs themselves have been freed from their duty of protecting humanity ever since the establishment of the UN Guardian troops, and they now live quiet lives of peace. However, Lucy’s visit and the return of the Bresudo draw Joe and the others once more unto the breach of a new battle.
Based on that goofy idea I had where the cyborgs fail in Re:Cyborg and the world ends. Pockets of humanity survive and view the cyborgs as gods who over the centuries came to believe it themselves. Just a random scribble that popped up when I was listening to this.