Warnings: The act of stalking, Genos being slightly creepy, This is a fem!reader
Word count: 1,117 words 5,648 characters
Relationships were something I never had understood. The need to be with someone, the feeling of wanting and being wanted is so foreign to me. I'd lost everyone I've ever loved so long ago, I felt like I'd never love again. Until HER. I was tracing a lead for the cyborg that had been plaguing me for such a long time when I saw her. She wasn't facing me but I could tell she was ethereal. She was glowing in the sun, sitting at the table that day. And that was the day I decided I wanted to talk to her. But there were a lot of issues with that thought. What if she was an enemy, someone scouting for some villainous deed? I'd never forgiven myself if that happening. But what if I was too abnormal for her? If she ran away, because I was too much for her, I'd never live it down. She was too perfect for this world, let alone my world so I had to get closer to find out And that became PHASE 1.
"Note to self" I whisper " She likes getting her nails done in this peculiar boxed shape at the nail salon across from the cafe" I smile softly. Maybe I could learn how to do the nails she likes so much, then she would have to spend so much money on them so often. Shaking the daydream out of my head, I look at the window where I could see (Y/N) through. (Y/N)..... I had heard her name a couple of days ago and I love the way it rolls off the tongue. It's so eloquent and beautiful that I couldn't stop saying it. I look back up again, (Y/N)... she's gone. "(Y/N) where did you go?" I stand up walking across the street, going into the salon. The nail techs all lookup, confused. I lightly tap the nearest tech and asked "Hello, have you seen a woman named (Y/N) recently?" The manicurist looks me up and down before saying " Ah yes she just went down the street. If you hurry you might catch up to her" "Thank you so much," I said quickly and rushed out of the salon. "If she had just left then maybe I could catch up to her," I thought, trying not to act suspicious while jogging " If she isn't far I can go back to researching" Soon enough I can see the back of her signature hairstyle in the throng of people. Slowing down to a walk, I see her take a seat a an outdoor cafe. She looked so beautiful like that, her nails hitting the table in the annoyance of not being served yes. Her face was contorted into a grimace at the flowers at the table and I make a self note at that moment that she doesn't like daisies. At last, some random waiter comes and a server comes and asks for her order. I analyze the waiter. I don't like him. He seems too over eager to serve MY princess (Y/N). I grit my teeth in annoyance. I really don't like him. But I stay silent. I don't wanna expose myself to (Y/N) now since I don't have enough information on her. I want her to like me, I want her to mine but I want to do this in the best way possible. (Y/N) gets up and starts walking down the street. I sit there confused, wasn't she going to order a drink? I follow her thinking that she could be in trouble soon. I scan the area for potential threats just as (Y/N) turns into an alleyway. OH COME ON (Y/N)! You could have made life a bit easier and kept the same path. Reluctantly, I turn into the alleyway too to find...
"Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you following me" It was (Y/N)! But when... how?!
“(Y/N)...”
“Okay new question. How the fuck do you know my name?”
“I’ve been trying to talk to you for ages (Y/n)” The grip on the knife in her hand becomes tight.
“ You have 5 seconds to explain before I cut you open”
“Can we sit down to talk? I wouldn’t want to explain in this alleyway, just in case an enemy could be listening” “You seem to have shit all put together don’t you?” I didn’t respond for fear that if I do, she’d cut open my neck. I angle my head over towards a bench, silently trying to convince (Y/N) to sit over there. Sighing she walks over there without a word and sits down waiting for me to come over. I walk over hesitantly. Trying not to upset her more, I walk over and sit down quietly.
“Well? Explain yourself.”
“ I would have to explain for the beginning and don’t you have those yoga lessons in an hour”
“I will slit your metal throat if you don’t start talking” With the cold hard stare I knew that I had to start speaking. Sighing I began telling her when and how I first "met her". Throughout my tale, she didn't move once. Instead, her eyes told all of the emotion that she wanted to convey.
"So you're telling me that you're in love with me?"
“ Correct."
" And that you started stalking me because you felt the need to protect me while getting to know me?"
" That is also correct. I never meant any harm to you. All I wanted to do is keep you from harm's way without you knowing."
Sighing, she looks up at the sky thinking. “Why didn’t you ask me out like a normal person?”
I blinked in confusion. This is a new phrase. “Ask out?” I say softly
“Yeah.”
“What is that (Y/N)?” Snapping her head towards me, she looks at me strangely
“You. A fine as fuck robot, who just happens to be stalking me, doesn’t know what asking out is?”
“Um, no? Is it something worth noting” And then I heard it. The most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard in my life. Her laugh. Words couldn’t describe how beautiful it was. All I could do was stare.
“What?” It shook me out of my daydream.
“Nothing. What is asking out? You never explained it to me yet”
“Asking out. Like when you ASK someone OUT”
“Oh” I frown at my own stupidity. It should of been obvious but I missed it.
“So lover boy. I have to go but ask me out you never know what could happen” And with that she left.
───── ❝ a week later ❞ ─────
“(Y/N) Can we go on a-“
“No.”
