ＳＡＵＣＹ ＴＡＬＥＳ 〈Overwatch Oneshots〉

roommate - young genji x reader

A/N: To clarify and make this story line more fluid, Genji's addressing the character (reader insert) by her last name - as is the norm in Japanese culture when people are addressing acquaintances, i.e. [last name]-san

Not suitable for work or kids.

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You tossed and turned, clasping both your ears to try and tune out the annoying, shrilly moaning coming from across the hall.

It's three in the morning for fuck's sake.

Genji had this really shitty habit of bringing whores home at ungodly hours. Recently, it's been unbearable. This was the fourth time this week and you weren't going to tolerate being woken up anymore. Just because he couldn't keep it in his pants.

From what you understood from your mutual classmates, Genji's family was loaded. He didn't need to stay in the academy living quarters. But he chose to. The other guys said that he had more freedom here and didn't have to worry about an older brother breathing down his neck or something like that.

Well, woo-fucking-hoo for Genji.

Not so much for you.

See, your situation was kind of complicated. You had agreed to cross dress to be able to attend this ninja academy. Your father wasn't going to have it any other way. When he threatened to not pay for your tuition, you grudgingly agreed to pretending to be a boy.

If he was worried about protecting your innocence, he was too late. You knew more than he wanted you to know. You'd learned a lot in secondary school. Sex ed was a lot more elaborate in your generation than it was back in your father's. Of course, you didn't tell your father what you already knew. There was no way he'd let you go if you had.

But in all honesty, it ended up being beneficial for you. All your classmates were male. With your true gender hidden, you haven't needed to worry about being treated different or being looked down on because you had a vagina.

But moving past our digression...

As you were about to leave your futon to give your asshole roommate a piece of your mind, the sex noises ended. You uncovered your ears and held your breath, listening for any more sound.

There was only silence. It ensued for a good while so you closed your eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

Just when it felt like you were detaching from the waking world, girlish giggles forced your tired, probably bloodshot eyes open.

You groaned in annoyance and threw the covers off. Getting up, you slid your bedroom door open, stomped on the wooden floors for effect as you marched across the hall, and, finally, yelled at the top of your lungs. You started with confidence and spoke quite emphatically. "Would you please keep it the fuck down before I throw you out?!"

Two seconds later, the giggling stopped. And another two seconds later, the shoji screen to his room slid open. Genji stood in front of you, totally naked, with a smirk on his face.

You pursed yours lips and didn't back down from his gaze. It was easy to pretend that he wasn't menacing with that stupid green hair of his.

But then his smirk fell, instantly replaced by complete and utter shock after he eyed you from head to toe.

You looked down at yourself and realized that you just made the worst mistake in all your eighteen years. You'd forgotten about your breasts not being bound, and the robe you had on was barely enough to cover your cleavage.

Now, Genji knew what you really were. Your gut churned with unease. You weren't embarrassed that he saw part of your breasts. You weren't really the self conscious type, never been. But you were nauseous more than anything else, knowing that you were compromised now. The possibility existed, that you could be forced to leave the academy if your father found out.