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Angela and Genji were set to have a coffee date since, really, Genji was the only person who could tolerate Angela’s burnt coffee. Everyone else found it disgusting, but he actually drank it with her.
She was just waiting for him to arrive, pouring their cups of coffee when suddenly.
“Hi, Angela,” Genji said, scaring Angela.
“You have to stop sneaking up on me like that!” Angela put her hand over her heart, laughing. “I know you’re a ninja and all, but you don’t have to do that to me!”
“I apologize,” Genji laughed, sitting down at the table where they always sat.
Angela sat down as well, sliding Genji’s coffee over to him. “So, how have you been, Genji?” she asked him, taking a sip.
Genji also took a sip of the coffee. “Cass has been on my ass about learning to use a gun rather than a sword and shurikens,” he muttered. “He said he’d teach me, but I don’t know if I want to learn.”
“Have you told him you’re wary about it?” Angela cocked her head. “Of course, I could also teach you if you want to learn… but Cole is the resident gunslinger; he’s super good at it so I feel like he might be best to teach you.”
“I told him I am unsure if I want to learn or not,” Genji sighed. “I just don’t know, Angela. I’ve always relied on my sword and my skills as a ninja. Guns… they’re just not the same. They feel so… impersonal.”
“You don’t have to use them, but it could be a good idea to at least learn,” Angela said softly, reaching across the table to place her hands on Genji’s organic hand, which was resting on the table.
“I know you’re right,” Genji replied, his voice quiet. “But it’s hard to get past that feeling. With a sword, everything is personal. Every movement has meaning, and every strike requires focus. A gun… it feels distant, detached.”
Angela took a long sip of her coffee, humming softly. “Why don’t we talk about something else?” she asked. “Maybe something less heavy on your soul,” she added. “I’ve picked up knitting recently! Would you like a hat or a scarf?”
Genji chuckled softly, appreciating Angela’s attempt to shift the mood. “You always know how to make things lighter,” he said, a small smile forming on his face. “A matching hat and scarf could be cool. Just make it my signature green color,” he nodded.
Angela’s eyes lit up with excitement. “A matching hat and scarf, huh? That sounds like fun to do! I will say, I am not that good at it yet, so it might not be the best—”
“Angela, anything you make is bound to be amazing. You put your heart and soul into everything,” Genji chuckled. “I think it’ll be nice.”
Angela’s cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Well, when you put it like that, I’ll definitely do my best,” she said, her voice warm. “I’ll make sure it’s just right for you. The perfect green, and maybe a little pattern to make it special.”
Genji leaned back in his chair. “I have no doubt it’ll be great. You always go above and beyond with everything you do. It’s one of the things I admire about you.”
“Gen, you are the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, even if you are kinda emo.” Angela snorted softly.
“I am traumatized, not emo.” Genji rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his coffee.
Angela nodded, “I’ve just been hanging around Cole too much. He always calls you edgelord, emo, and all that stuff.”
“He gets away with it because he’s my best friend,” Genji chuckled.
Angela grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I figured as much. I don’t think anyone else would dare to call you that… not even your girlfriend…?”
“Hah! Using the girlfriend excuse on me, aren’t you? Sure, sure, you can call me emo,” Genji laughed.
“I love coffee dates with you. It’s fun seeing you come out of your shell and actually talk. Around everyone else… you’re so quiet,” Angela commented. “I love seeing the real you.”
Genji’s expression softened, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I enjoy these moments too, Angela. With you, I don’t have to hide behind my silence. It feels... comfortable.”
Angela’s heart warmed, and she playfully nudged him with her elbow. “I’m glad. You deserve to be able to relax and be yourself.”
They shared a quiet moment, both sipping their coffee. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them in their cozy little corner. Blackwatch or, generally, Overwatch was not important when they were together. It was just them that mattered.