OH MY!! I've been waiting for so long to finally see you back! I was so sad when I followed you quite a while ago and saw that you were on hiatus... Your writing is so good and I must confess that digging through your blog all this time was a very good experience, I think I even made it to the very beginning ? You also made me discover a bunch of talented opm writers, so for all of the above... Thank you 🖤 What I'd like to request is: Genos reacting to reader's [1/2]
Thank you for the love!! And sorry for the wait on this, I just went off into the sunset with this prompt, so please forgive me if it’s not quite the tone you’re looking for lol. I had a few ideas and I wanted to try and make a realistic confession?? Ehh it was worth a try lol! Hope you enjoy! (Also under a readmore cuz I nearly hit 3k words oof)
“COME SEE THE DEMON CYBORG DIE!! KYAHAHA!” The monster dripped with venom as it splayed its arms wide for the crowd to see.
You watch. Both numb and afraid, as it releases another cackle that steams in the air. In the next breathless moment, it raises a foot over Genos like a child about to stomp on a bug. The cries of panic from the crowd only seem to spur it on.
The cyborg in question raises a quivering hand to the sky. The center of his palm glowing and burning—but it flickers out like a candle as the monster stomps. The ground shakes, nearby buildings creak, your own jaw clenches hard enough to hurt.
…It was more than you could take, and you knew it was time to step in.
You tried to give him every opportunity you could. You hadn’t lifted a finger to help him just as he asked. …You had watched 20 grueling minutes of fighting as he wore himself down to bits and pieces.
All so he could learn to be stronger…
But I can stand this anymore!
As if waving a white flag or asking a question. You thrust your hand into the sky.
“Get away from him! Now!” Your shout is desperate, and in a swirl of vivid color, the entire spectrum of your magic explodes into existence.
Refractive in the light, brilliant in the sun, your power consumed the monster whole. Not a peep escaped as you smothered its every sound and squashed it’s mass. The energy churned, wringing itself into a tight crooked line, till nothing but sparkling motes of dust remained.
You brought your fist close to your face as the colors blurred around your body, intimately connected to your emotions.
Worry, stress, love. It had you panting till the knuckles of your fist blanched and the ground beneath you shattered.
…The reality was that you were painfully close to tears.
Almost unable to contain your feelings, the threshold of your energy fought against its limits–
Then his voice softened just for your ears, “…It’s alright.”
Your power dissolves into fluffy clouds and curls like harmless waves.
Your eyes blink away hot tears, and your shoulders fall into a deep slump.
With one unsteady foot you take a step towards Genos, before you throw your entire body forward with your hands stretched out. Genos! Genos! Genos!
You nearly careen over the edge of the large crater in the street as you look down at the mess that is the S-Class hero.
No legs or left arm to speak of. You see him twist his head with great effort to meet your worried gaze. His eyes are blank, and electricity crackles from various places around his body—For your benefit only, he lifts his remaining hand and sways it from side to side in a half-hearted wave.
“Genos…” You pant, unsure of where to even start this time, but he turns to blink at the sky in a way that’s almost casual.
“Forgive me, I’ve been defeated again.” To your relief, his voice is the same as ever. His determined eyes glint dangerously even as he lays shattered.
“…Don’t worry about that.” You sigh, “Here, let me pick you up.”
With your magic blurring around the area, you searched the ground for pieces of your friend. Your crush.
…Every new iteration of Genos held his aura, both yellow and black in hue. You supposed it represented his optimism and his vengeance.
Nuts, bolts, metal: his life essence was imbued within—and no matter how briefly he used his body before it was destroyed, the energy always came back as vibrantly as ever.
Black and Yellow. Obsidian and Gold. Your favorite colors.
With a subtle pull from your will, the pieces of Genos in and around the crater begin to float in aimless spirals high into the air. The shopping bags you shared with the cyborg lay on the pavement somewhere behind you. Forgotten.
You slide down the cracked ground and are quick to brush his hair away from his eyes. The fabric of his hoodie is burnt beyond belief, but you see the healthy glow of his core just beneath it. Your hand splays over it to feel its warmth and you sigh in relief. He blinks at you, curious of your actions, but his usual gold pupils, his inner bios system, has not yet returned.
“I’m alright…” He repeats before his eyes flicker away. “Do you still know the way to Dr. Kuseno? Or shall I request a drone—”
You release an amused huff from your nose at his question, but are quick to pull your hand away.
“Can I ride on top this time?” You ask with a shake of your head. It clears the tears from your eyes in a way you hope is discreet.
You peer at each other for a long moment, before he cracks a rare smile. It was something of an inside joke you shared, even after not knowing each other for long. It had been a few months since he had entered your life, and although it stressed you to imagine him leaving it. It spurned you more to realize that your romantic feelings were starting to leach into your usual interactions…
After all, if he wasn’t receptive, would you be the one to cause him to leave?
Genos was handsome, charming, and it’s all too easy to give him a smile in return, even if it flickers away too soon in a way that he notices… Just like how it was all too easy to fall in love with him. When you finally reply, your response is a little delayed.
“Maybe not today–and I know the way. I got you Genos.” With a little boost from your powers, you lift him up into your arms with little effort.
Caught in something like a bridal carry his head falls back against your shoulder with a large creak, and you frown in surprised concern. “You okay??”
He’s staring at you, with furrowed brows. “Yes…My apologies.” He lifts his head with shudders of effort shaking him hard.
“Don’t be sorry!” And before you could stop yourself, you press his face back down with all the tenderness you have in you. Your hand lingers on his cheek, before slipping slowly away.
There was no natural warmth to the hard silicone of his face, or in his hair that smelled like ozone—Instead there was a raw heat that was feverish to the touch.
It was so intrinsically, Genos, that you can barely stand the intimacy even if it soothed you just as much.
“Just—stay.” You whisper, “Don’t break anything else…” You can’t see his expression as you lift your chin again, but you’re not sure if you want to as your face burns with embarrassment.
“…(Name), I apologize if the fight was too…one-sided to watch.”
You simply tut in response.
Your arms hold him just a little tighter as you make your way out of the crater. The crowd flutters around, whispering and taking pictures. That was no surprise at all, but you’re quick to escape it as you jump high into the air to a nearby rooftop. The various parts of Genos swirl to follow you like dragon tail in the wind.
“That monster made me mad is all…” You finally say, pretending to be unaffected, but you frown at his patient and analytic blink.
“Is that why your magic has changed? It’s different even now.” As if making a point his eyes flicker over your face and neck. Your whole body is dusted in your energy, in your colors.
Before taking your next leap off the windy rooftop, you pause. Your breath caught in your throat, you stammer, “…W-what?”
“–I understand the hues of your magic are affected by your emotions. What else were you feeling this time?” His words are serious as always, but something is almost reserved and cautious about his question—
“I’m asking, because it made you stronger, (Name)…”
All the words you want to say bubble up towards the back of your throat: I was feeling love? Because I care about you. I like you. I’ve liked you from the start–
Your self-consciousness, however, makes every letter translate and distort into something slightly different.
“I hate to see you get hurt…” You press your lips into a thin line, “I want to protect you. I needed to protect you back there.”
His silence is ominous before his voice releases a burst of static. “I-I am fortunate to have a friend like you who is so strong…”
Genos continues, as thoughtful as ever, “I’ve never seen your magic react like that before. Were you truly that angry?”
He tried to raise his head again, “For my sake?”
“Yeah… Of course, I was.” You doubted your voice could put anymore emphasis into your words. They felt heavy and weighed down like iron shackles.
“Of course…” he trailed—his expression for a moment utterly unreadable.
“…(Name), are things alright between us?”
Your stomach hurts, your eyes feel watery. They trail over the dizzying heights before you as the wind howls in your ears. It was a proverbial plunge, you supposed. Because something inside you was tired and resolute at the sight.
“…When you get repaired, I’ll explain everything.” You promise gently, although you know it sound dismal. You try to soften your expression for his sake, before you make your daring leap.
Even with your brief friendship with Genos, your acquaintanceship with Dr. Kuseno was perhaps verging on overly familiar… The man wasn’t nosey per se, but he could read you AND Genos like a damn book.
“He has expressed that you’ve been distant lately…” He says in hushed tones, even as the hydraulic system and machines in the next room whir away loudly. They are strong enough to shake the observatory deck, and don’t really offer Genos a chance to hear the conversation, but just like the cyborg, the man is meticulously careful.
From the protective window, you can see Genos getting his tune up. His eyes are closed as if sleeping while a circular system of machines rotated around him. His upgrades were being attached, and you were sure an endless number of diagnostics were running at full throttle.
You had one leg over the other and your arms crossed if only to hide your constant fidgeting.
You meet Dr. Kuseno’s gaze briefly, before glancing down again.
“I’m going to confess, once he gets finished up…”
Like any guardian or father figure, the doctor’s face lights up in excitement.
“I guess…” The anxiety certainly doesn’t feel wonderful.
The older man meerly hums and glances up at you, over his glasses.
“I wouldn’t fear losing him, (Name). These things are natural, and goodness knows Genos needs normalcy in his life. A relationship would do him good!”
“I just—” You rub at the back of your neck, “I don’t want him to think I’m just some fan—” You mutter.
Dr. Kuseno is quick to shake his head with a wry smile, “Nonsense. He speaks of you often, just as much as his Saitama-sensei. He must appreciate your presence quite a bit.”
The words do little to ease you, but you’ve resigned yourself to your fate. With a small push you incline your head politely to the doctor.
“Can you tell him I’ll be outside?”
And before you fully leave through the automatic doors the doctor gives you an earnest thumbs up.
“Good luck out there, (Name)! I’ll be rooting for you!”
It’s not long before Genos joins you.
You could do this. You NEED to do this!
Just as your hands begin to wring together in front of you, the front entrance whirs open.
Genos fully reformed with dark metal arms and black jeans steps out. He nods his head at you and closes his flip phone with a decisive snap. You wonder idly if the hero association was calling him for another emergency, and worry streaks through your lower stomach like a hot knife…
You let him approach as you duck a little into your shoulders.
“For once I requested my previous model. Dr. Kuseno said my upgrades would take more time, and I did not wish to keep you waiting.”
The pretty gold irises of his eyes are back and staring at you with extreme focus. And you settle on facing him almost chest to chest with your hands behind your back. It makes his gaze flicker just a bit, to see you suddenly stand so close and with such a solemn expression on your face.
“You didn’t have to do that, but thanks…” You say as your heart rate spikes.
He blinks, “What were you going to explain to me?”
Your lips purse for a moment. You take a deep breath…
“The changes in my power today? I kind of let them get out of control…?”
He nods once, “Yes…” His voice sounds uncertain. He opens his mouth for a moment, before closing it again.
He holds up a hand, “Actually…I think I must apologize, (Name). Before you begin…” He straightens before you with his hands by his sides like a soldier, “I feel as if I’ve made a misstep somehow, there has been a—” His brows pinch together, “A distance between us, and I would like to know if is there anything that I can do to resolve it!” His gaze aims to the ground, and you raise your hands to wave them in dismissal.
“No no! I’ve been trying to figure out my feelings…”
Your eyes close as your mouth forms the words and sets them free… “–My feelings for you.”
Your cheeks begin to burn as you open your eyes again to meet Genos surprised gaze.
“I-I was really…impacted today because I care about you. You weren’t wrong in my magic showing you that.” You raised a hand to press against your pounding heart, “I hate seeing you get hurt, as a friend and—and as someone who loves you!”
Your head bows, “I hope you understand! And I-I hope you know I would like to stay as your friend, even if you—”
“If you don’t feel the same. I just—I can’t try and hide it anymore…”
His ensuing silence does not breed confidence, but—you sigh in utter relief.
A backbreaking weight slips off your shoulders even if your hands shake and your magic feels like bursting again.
You trail with your voice much more subdued, “I’m sorry if I’ve made you worry I—”
“I understand.” Says Genos with a hint of a smile on his face.
Your eyes snap up, and in an unnerving manner Genos was almost frozen in place.
He had the propensity to not move much sometimes…Subtle conversational ticks were sometimes erased by his stiff machinery, and right now his forward lean over you had you almost leaning away. Almost.
You’re inches apart, and he takes one step closer. “I understand, and I return your feelings!”
Now you really feel like you’re about to fall backwards, “Y-You do?”
You tried to scan your brain for any signs, or hints of his feelings—And feel the guilty feeling of doubt bloom in your stomach. The indecision must show on your face because it’s as if a part of Genos doesn’t know how to proceed. His lips grimace, and the heat radiating from his chest intensifies.
“Yes. I’m sorry for…not knowing how to tell you. I am not used to these emotions, and I could see you retreating these past few weeks—”
His face looks away for a moment before pinning you down with a determined stare, “I did not want to push you away any further.”
“…Spending time with you and not letting anything ruin your smile—those are just a few reasons why I fight now.”
One of his hands tentatively reaches for your own, as if he might scare you away even now. The metal is warm as his fingers barely skim your own, before slipping firmly into your palm. You squeeze it back as your other hand searches blindly for his. Your hand finds his forearm and slides all the way down to his wrist as your expression melts.
Genos’ blonde hair barely tickles your forehead as his voice murmurs, “(Name), I want to protect you too, I wish to become a hero you can always rely on, so you don’t have to fight…”
He guides your hand to lay on the core of his chest. Then his fingers trail a feather light line down your cheek so tenderly you can’t help but lean into him.
“I’ll always be here for you, Genos. If you let me…I’ll gladly fight by your side, please know that.” Curling your body into a curve that perfectly complements his form, his face transforms into a mask of serene relief. You can’t help but feel normal again. Your feelings for Genos strengthen just a little more, as joy floods into your smile.
His arms curl around you suddenly, pulling you into a warm and thrumming embrace that feels perfect.
You barely realize your magic ebbing around you in a protective cocoon. The vibrant colors of happiness, comfort, and love shimmer as Genos plants a kiss on your cheek.
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