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."

After returning a very drunk Hanzo back to the Shimada residence along with a stressful night of other problems, an unexpected visitor arrives at my door. But why in the world would Genji be here at 3 o'clock in the morning!? **Overwatch itself and its characters do not belong to me and goes to its respected owners Blizzard** ***Art does not belong to me***

(READER IS FEMALE) Growing up with the Shimada's was difficult but Y/N was use to it. Her childhood was filled with training and learning new ways of her weapons. She was very intrigued by the Shimada's but one stood out the most. Who was it? What will her future be?