Light flecks of crimson littered Genji's eyes, coloring the dark, soulful color of burnt sienna. "Why do you stare?" He asked, though no curiosity flitted into his expression like (Y/n) expected. "You... your eyes are..." (Y/n) looked away, nervous again. "Look at me." She hesitated but decided it wouldn't be smart to test her luck. "What are they?" Genji quietly demanded an answer, command pouring into the three words. "Magnificent."

"He's so cute.", "He's gorgeous!", "I would marry him if I ever got the chance." All these comments you hear in the hallway walking to class. I was in high school, it was a living hell! The comments you always heard about that playboy always made me gag. "Y/n!", that familiar voice called. No. Not him.

Short stories of you and Genji .

You had lost your family when you were really young. Thats when you met Kumo, a demon quickly becomes your only friend and companion. Searching for somewhere to stay you find the Shimadas. Working for them as a maid, you are meant to marry their oldest son when you turn 18. But everything changed when you met the younger son, Genji and fall in love with him. 🍋This story contains lemon/ smut parts that can be skipped🍋