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Hanamura is a bittersweet memory to Genji, it is no longer home, but it was once a way of life for him. It has certainly advanced since…back then. It’s downtime in Hanamura, a quick stop that conveniently inconveniences Genji when the ship had to land, needing a quick fix.
He ignores a stuck Torbjorn in the turbine engine, begrudgingly sent out to his origin by a stern-mouthed captain Amari. It seems that aside from its beautiful sights, it was definitely known for its commercial centre; the arcade conveniently a major part of it: and of course, Hana had snuck off the ship to find it.
Sending the only native out, Genji finds her exactly where he knew should be. He lets her win yet another small plush that he sees gathered at her feet. Before she can insert another coin into the claw machine, he swoops in, throwing her over his shoulder as his free hand comes down to collect the toys.
“That is enough, Hana. We have to leave.” He says sternly, ignoring the protests. Unsurprisingly, the griping and complaining lasts all the way until he sits her heavily down on the suspended seats of the ship, giving her her prizes in hopes it would stop the complaints, but the words never stop. He’d be lying if he said she wasn’t starting to get on his nerves.
He leans down to buckle her into her seat, one hand clicking the metal piece into its lock, the other moving to lift the bottom of his helm just enough for his lips to surface. He presses them softly against hers, and to his satisfaction: she’s quiet.
“Hm. I was never much of a cherry fan, but I might change my mind.” Genji comments smugly on the flavor of the chapstick that had transferred to his mouth as he slips his helmet back on, leaning away from her as he saunters off to finally unplug an angry Swedish engineer from the ship’s barrel.
