lemondrops and lollipops }} zenyatta & genji !blitz!

It's been a dull day since Genji had woke up.

There wasn't anyone to mess with for fun. Jessie was off doing whatever it is that he did. His guess was flirting with his brother. Eyes roll at the thought, but he ignores it in favor of listening to the sounds of the place they all were at. Footsteps and light talk about who even knows anymore hitting his ears. They had freed Hanzo and himself from their cell, but there's the lingering thought that resides in his head. It claws and scratches at his morals through skin and bone. All he does is decide to move out away from the sensation of dishonor.

If the younger form of himself could see him now, he would have fled for the outskirts of the district, but that's not how balance is created. Instead, he was locked away in a cell where he melted in on his mind. Feet take him through the halls of the building, wandering like he typically did for the day. Worry as he passes the place Hanzo is in, there's still moments when he's afraid his brother will try and break him apart. Tell him that he doesn't deserve the Shimada name attached to his skin.

He knew of his dishonor already. He didn't need Hanzo to remind him every day.

All he wished for was to have a brother back, but reality had different plans.

They were all different in their own ways. Criminals born again from justice. They all had a story of some sort of awful thing. He hasn't heard many of them as they bore him to death, but he could see it in some of their eyes when they pass in the hall. A window to their soul that he could see the things that create dishonor in their hearts. A continuous tipping of the scale that had one side of good and the other bad, but none could balance it.

They all had a story that he didn't want to know, except one.

The voice is a calming presence.

"Genji!"

His lips curl up into a smile as he looks at Zoe. The boy was much more fascinating than he had initially thought. There's a reason that Zoe was there, but Genji could only see the rather cute male that stands before him, not the criminal that lies under his skin somewhere. Eyes glance to the decorative mug in Zoe's hands as he listens to him speak.

"Would you like-"

Something causing Zoe to stop as Genji smiles even more.

"I made you-"

The timid male continues to try and speak.

"Tea?"

No words come from his lips as he gently reaches for the mug, smile still plastered across his face. The mug is warm and makes him realize how cold he actually was as the warmth radiates off of the glass and onto his hand. He takes a small sip as it's pleasant to the body, warming his insides with a nice calming. It's like Zoe knew exactly how to make him at harmony with just a cup of tea. A chuckle falls from his lips as he speaks.

"This is fantastic, Zoe."

Another sip as he feels himself relaxing into the warm cup. Eyes look up again at Zoe as he thinks for a moment. He had nothing else to do that day. There were things that he wanted to learn still about him, so he could just say fuck it to his other plans and spend the day with someone interesting. It was decided by the next sip of tea that he took. A smile pulls on his lips again.

"I hope you made some for you too?"

Fingers grip the cup a little tighter than before as he watches him carefully.

"If you wanna just hang out and drink tea? I got nothing better to do."

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Cute.

Skin that flushes at just the words that leave his lips over a good cup of tea. Zoe looks pleased with himself like a man who had just conquered his worst fear in the entire world. Genji can't help but flash him a wide white smile at the reaction. Joy fills his chest as he takes another sip from the tea to have more it as it really was the best cup of tea that he's had in a long time. A cup of tea that reminded him of home where he enjoyed living a life of dishonor to his brother. Hanzo's glare always chewing away at his chest, but there's no saving a man who doesn't need to be saved. Dishonor is in his veins as he can remember the countless of names that were littered upon his skin somewhere. A kiss, a mark, a touch, and any other loving moment taken in lust. Acts of kindness that his brother would have never done coming to his mind as he gave money, not just money, but their family's money to a poor family. A little girl's death was in his hands. An arrow that flew into her chest that was meant for him. A selfish and dishonorable man who jumped because he wanted to live.

Anything was easier than facing the truth of his past. A joyous smile pulls on his lips as he feels himself relax a bit more around Zoe. Jessie wasn't there to talk about his own brother who he was tired of hearing about, especially when others say he's better than Genji. No Davina to whine about some new technology that had come out, even though he secretly wanted to learn what they do for curiosity's sake. Best of all, no Reinhardt in sight to tell him to behave like the good guy that he could see in him. How he wished it to always be like this? Zoe was interesting so far. A present and a kind presence that was quite refreshing. No antics. No pranks. Just good vibes and good times.

"Yes! Please!"

A joyful feeling fills his chest almost to him breaking down and shouting yes down the hall, but he's okay with being quiet and observing. There's no other way for him to be. Friendship is not what he expected to try and get, but he was still Genji. Shimada or not, he'd always still carry the piece of him that was him. All of them were in the same situation with their own problems to deal with. All of them were criminals in some way, shape, or form, but he couldn't believe Zoe as a criminal ever. He seemed like the sweetest person in overwatch, possibly even sweeter than Mercy.

Zoe leads him to his room which is by far a place that seems warm just being there, even if it was just like his own room. There's only a thought that keeps coming into his mind. Zoe sleeps here. The thought just keeps coming up as he watches Zoe sit down on a pillow in the corner of the room with a smile that could melt his insides. Zoe's voice comes to his ears as he moves to sit down anywhere.

"Sit with me, we can talk."

Talk. The words seem so foreign to him as no one ever wanted to just talk. Most wanted something more from him, but his skin crawled with a want to just listen, speak, and enjoy something for once. Hanzo wasn't around. He didn't have to keep up walls to seem like a Shimada. Shoulders could relax instead of the tense way they were around Hanzo. Safe. Zoe was safe, which terrified him even more. A smile pulls on his lips as he takes in the way Zoe looks. Joy clearly written on his face as a slight blush rises around his skin. Cute in every way. How could anyone ever say he was a criminal?

"So, what do you think about all this? About Overwatch?"

Overwatch was something else. A program that saved him and his brother, but at the same time, some of them probably deserved to stay in a jail forever. Widowmaker was cold like as cold as can be. Overwatch seems good in theory, but in action would have to be another question entirely. He's alright with it, but it's strange. Stranger than anything that he's ever heard of. Thoughts jumbling in his head, until he speaks with a calm voice and a light smile. Legs crossed over a pillow of his own. Hands leaning behind him as he speaks.

"It's different. Better than being locked up. Gives me a second chance with my brother. You know who he is. Tall, always angry, and probably talks about honor a lot. It's different and unique entirely, but I wouldn't say it's a bad thing."

A smile pulls on his lips as his hand moves to brush the back of his head. His other hand going for the cup of tea left at his side. A sip and then he's back to talking his mind. Voice heavy in joy as his face gives a slight brush. I got to meet you. He doesn't say it though. All he does is look back to Zoe with a slight blush on his own skin. Words seem to fail him, but he breaks through with another sentence.

"I mean, I got to be reunited with my brother, even if he hates me."

Shit.

Zoe was breaking his walls already.

And no one liked the real Genji Shimada.

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