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ouuuh okay yay!!! I hope this won’t be too difficult for you, but can I request Lightning Genji (One Punch Man) w an S/O who’s WAY taller than him and looooves to pick him up and swing him around? And once ever did he do it in public while Genji was on patrol because he was so excited to see him… anything is fine really !!!!

caught in the current.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you have spent a lifetime learning restraint, but not with him. never with him.

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a.n ; sorry this took so long !!!! ive been swamped with school work ohgh my god and im so sorry if this is ass im not really happy with this but i hope this is still ok for you !! thank u for ur req :3c

absence made the heart reckless.

you werent the lightest on your feet. growing up, you often had new cuts and bruises daily, not because you were out fighting on the streets, but because you had such a bad depth perception that you couldnt even walk straight in your own home. you had tried ‘baby proofing’ your home, hiding wires where you couldn't trip over them, covering corners with some sort of foam, but it wasnt enough. you were sure you’d trip over air if you had the chance.

you had always been the kind of person who took up space—not just physically, but in the way you carried yourself, in the way your presence turned heads and commanded attention without effort. towering over most, you moved through life with an ease that belied your strength, a force of nature in your own right. you never quite learned restraint when it came to those you cared for, touch coming as naturally as breathing. and genji—unlucky, unwilling genji—had become your favorite subject.

your relationship with him was a paradox, a constant tug-of-war between his strict composure and your relentless affection. he was rigid, a soldier of discipline and control, while you were a storm of reckless love, sweeping him into the chaos of your orbit. he liked to pretend your presence didn’t shake him, that he was immune to the way you always found a way to pull him closer, but you knew better. despite the grumbles, despite the exasperated sighs, he never truly fought back. never truly told you no.

somewhere along the way, picking him up had stopped being a joke and simply became routine. it didn’t matter if he was standing, sitting, or mid-conversation—you had a way of finding his center of gravity, lifting him as if he weighed nothing at all. maybe it was the contrast that made it so addicting, the way he was lightning itself, yet in your grasp, he was grounded, weightless.

and two days away was two days too long.

you had never been good with distance, never good at holding yourself back. space, time, restraint—things you were meant to understand as a hero, yet failed miserably at when it came to the people you cared about. especially genji.

patience and self control were, and had always been, an unknown concept to you. you loved hard, loved to the point of irrationality. you always considered yourself an affectionate person, the kind of person who hugged too tight, who held onto hands for just a moment longer than normal, who never hesitated to reach out and touch others. but with genji, that affection was magnified by a thousand.

you knew you were probably too much. people would call you clingy, call you needy, say that you were taking up too much of his time. hell, you were pretty sure genji himself had called you all that plenty of times before.

he was a victim of such affections, against his will, being subjected to hugs that were so tight it was borderline claustrophobic, being hauled off of his feet without warning, being pulled close, forced to lay down his defenses and face the onslaught of affection that you bestowed upon him.

and he would grumble, argue, protest, but never truly deny you.

you really couldnt help yourself. it was as if there was a magnetic pull, from your hands, to his skin. you just had to have some form of contact with him, linking pinkies, shoulder brushes, hugs. lifting him into your lap, sitting next to him and finding a way to bring your thighs together, finding ways to get under his shirt, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, burying your nose into his neck.

you loved to touch him. to hold him close. to pull him against your chest and bury your face against the slope of his neck, hands curled in the fabric of his shirt. you relished the way he stilled, frozen in your hold, face turned sharply away so that you couldn't see whatever expression marred his face.

and you were sure, if there was someone else in your life who loved you as dearly as he, who would let you touch him, hold him, love him as freely as genji did, that they too, would be subject to the affection. it just so happened that there was no one, and, you found, that you were quite alright with that.

the mission had been routine, a clean-up job in a neighboring city, nothing too strenuous. but what they failed to account for was your patience, or rather, your complete lack of it. the work was easy. the waiting, the stillness, the knowing that genji was out there, somewhere, while you were stuck in unfamiliar streets—that was unbearable. every second spent apart stretched unbearably long, twisting into something near-painful. you caught yourself checking your phone too often, rereading old messages as if they’d change, counting the hours until you could see him again.

and when that moment finally arrived, when you stepped foot back in your own city, it was like something inside you snapped back into place. all at once, the tension in your body loosened, that desperate, clawing feeling in your chest easing now that you were home. now that he was within reach.

you weren’t sure if it was the exhaustion of the mission or simply your natural impulsiveness, but the second you spotted him on patrol, all rational thought fled your mind. you had spent forty-eight hours away, forty-eight hours too many, and in your world, the only remedy was him in your arms, right where he belonged.

but the heart did not listen to reason. it did not heed restraint. it only knew longing, only knew the pull of affection too strong to ignore.

it only knew the path your feet took, driven by instinct rather than thought, closing the distance between you and him before you could even register the movement. and before you even realised it, your body moved on autopilot, a familiar pull guiding your footsteps through the unfamiliar territory. it was like there was an invisible force magnetising you towards genji. you didn't quite know when you had started walking, but within minutes, you found yourself cutting a path towards him, driven by pure instinct and a need to be reunited.

the city hummed around you, neon lights flickering in a rhythm you had long since memorized, the familiar pulse of home guiding your steps. your heartbeat, once restless and erratic, now beat to a steadier tune—one that quickened only when your eyes landed on him.

genji stood with his back turned, posture stiff with the quiet vigilance that never left him, even in moments of stillness. his shoulders were squared, hands resting near his swords, his gaze scanning the streets as if daring trouble to arise.

but you could see it—the exhaustion he carried in the set of his shoulders, the subtle weight pressing down on him. he had always been good at hiding it, at keeping his guard up even when no one was looking, but you knew better. you saw the tension in his stance, the careful way he held himself like a blade constantly kept at the ready. two days, and already you had missed so much.

you barely noticed the civilians passing by, the faint murmurs of conversation, the way the world seemed to fade into something distant and unimportant. all that mattered was him. and all that would ever matter would be him.

your steps quickened, but your heart was already miles ahead, racing at the thought of finally closing the space between you. restraint had never been your strong suit, and now, after what felt like a lifetime apart, it had completely abandoned you. you had half a mind to shout his name, to announce your presence in a way that would have everyone on the street turning to stare—but no, this moment was yours, yours alone.

all sense of propriety dissolved like mist under the sun. there was no thought about what others might think, no concern about the attention you were drawing. there was only a single, desperate need to be closer to him.

you didn’t call out to genji. didn’t think. your body moved before your mind could catch up, closing the space between you both in a matter of seconds.the second your feet left the curb, everything else ceased to matter. the noise of the city blurred into static, the air around you buzzing with the sheer force of your own excitement. it was muscle memory at this point—locating his center of gravity, anticipating the way he’d react before he even had the chance.

before he could turn, before he could brace himself, your arms were already around him, lifting him clean off the ground in one smooth motion.

“genji!” you laughed, holding him flush against you as you spun around. “oh, my love.”

his name left your lips like a prayer, like a homecoming, like a desperate thing starved for warmth. you didn’t care that people turned to look, that the world around you continued to move while you stood still in the gravity of this moment.

he made a sound—half-startled, half-exasperated—as his feet left the ground. his hands shot out instinctively, gripping onto your shoulders as if that would somehow keep him tethered.

“you can’t just—” his breath hitched, cut off by the sheer force of your hold. his fingers tightened against you, a fleeting moment of hesitation before he remembered himself, remembered that protesting was futile.

for a moment, just a brief, fleeting second, you could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his breath hitched as if he was fighting the instinct to react.

genji's protests were quickly silenced by your unyielding grip, your arms hugging him even closer, leaving barely any space between your bodies. genji tried to wiggle out of your grip, his muscles tensing in a futile attempt to regain control, but your hold was unyielding.

“put–,” he snapped, a hint of exasperation in his voice, his pride wounded by the display of raw strength and how effortless it was for you to have him suspended in the air. but even as he protested, there was a hint of affection in his words, a begrudging fondness mixed with annoyance. “put me down!”

your grip only tightened, arms locked around his waist, unwilling to loosen even an inch. you buried your face into his shoulder, inhaling deeply as if to ground yourself in the scent of him, the solid, familiar presence that you had missed so desperately.

you pressed a kiss to his forehead, and the moment your lips touched his forehand, genji's body seemed to go boneless, all tension and resistance evaporating in an instant. he was all but melting into your arms, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he allowed himself to relax against you. his head tilted slightly, baring his neck more for you to attack.

the sight of him, usually so controlled and composed, now completely at your mercy, was both endearing and enthralling. there were people crowding around you two, now, giggling and speaking amongst themselves, phones recording and flashing.

but you didnt care. oh, you couldnt care at all. not now. not when you were home.

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