★ Cuddles with a ninja
As much as this is a Kiriko-centric blog, I am aboslutely in shambles over Genji content. I love him to death<3 :3 & Here's a male reader insert, as I feel that isn't enough of it in the world.
Whenever Genji got back home from picking you up some sweets from the local bakery, as directed by you, he couldn't help but lovingly sigh at the sight of his friend slumped over the couch. He knew that time'll tell that you'd've been dead asleep, if it wasn't for the smell of the food in the air. Genji was trained enough in the arts to not make any noises where he steps, y'know. He'd then close the door behind him, and settle down close to you.
He really couldn't help but to also shake his head, as you could hear him tut at you for immediately waking up to just grab at the bag in his hand. He cherished how you were comfortable with even being remotely close to him, considering with what he's gone through, done, and said over all of these years. Genji found a certain beauty in your action, how the sugar coated your lips as you went to snack on the pasteries and other confections he's brought you. If he could make you feel this much joy by just bringing you that, he would've spent his whole wallet on you—just to see how those pupils dilate with excitement all over again, a smile creeping up on the handsome contours of your face.
... But, Genji knew that he was very into the person in front of him. It wasn't before long that you were done with eating everything, and the ninja had to snap back into reality to respond to your question. He didn't even hear you, he only just saw your lips move—the lips of which you glossed your lip over, trying to get the final feelings in of the sweets. How he so badly wants to be the one to taste the glaze off of them; the thought flustering him further.
"Repeat, please?" His tone was softspoken, as he always was with you. Never harsh. He could never treat the man of his life like that.
As you repeated your questioning, mumbling due to your lethargy, you asked him about spending the night together—considering the two of you have done it before countless times, and even if this wasn't a planned sleepover, it already was too late for him to get back to his place. Genji didn't have to think, it was natural for him to nod along to it.
You then went to lay on him a tad bit better, adjusting yourself more on the sofa so that you could feel his touch, and still feel the plushness of the sofa beneath you. You and Genji have cuddled numerous times before, but with his current mindset now and this thoughts, he was more than just a flustered mess. He was one to be calm and collected, learning from his past mistakes—either in a way that he has mellowed out over the years, getting too burnt out to feel anger, or, instead, he would vent out those emotions in a more methodical, healthy way. The tide of battle was something he knew could persuade his thinking, as he tried his best to keep his willpower in check. With seeing how you positioned the back of your head against his chest, tilting it to the side, he would laugh.
"I believe this boy here will be the death of me." Genji would say, rather as a comment to himself, as he then wrapped his arms around your tired body better. With how he then scooted up more on the armrest, you were laying on top of his form, arms secure around your torso, with you then turned around, so that your face was met with the softness of his hoodie. You idly tugged at the collar, trying to busy your hands with something.
"What?" Genji would question, embarrassed how he could sound so blunt at times; not trying to come off as accidentally arrogant with his straightforward tone. "I think you have enough attention for now. I would prefer to keep my hoodie; go find a blanket."
With more playful instances of banter and bickering, Genji had to jokingly scowl, as he undid his hoodie, and gave it to you to wear. This was one of the many scenarios of which you had to fight tooth and nail (whine) to get what you wanted from him. You were glad he was fun-loving and really didn't care, since you understood the seriousness of his occupation—yet, always found time to joke around with a guy like you.
