It wasn’t like he was actually starved from touch… it was just that the attention he got from women and men alike when he was much younger meant nothing to him. Physical— yet void of true, real emotion.

But he was far from his past now. Past his days of being a playboy— and past his vengeful Blackwatch days. He was thankful for Zenyatta for such.

Despite being done with sleeping around just for the attention that his own blood neglected him from, he still.. craved it as much as he wanted to deny it.

You sleepily rolled onto your side, your arm curling around Genji’s midsection as you both lay bare in your bed. As he felt your arm around him, he sighed softly, looking up at your tired features fondly.

“..Are you awake yet..?” His calm Japanese accent murmured under his breath, the cold cybernetics of his hand caressing your cheek.

Sure, it was friends with benefits, but.. he would take any meaningful affection from someone who actually cared. And despite the label it took on— you actually cared, and that was obvious. That left him smitten. A small shy smile that showed all his feelings in one expression.