Genji doesn't like you.

Maybe it's the way you casually stroll through the Overwatch HQ as if you own it—or maybe it's because you've gotten close with everybody that's attractive... which happens to include Angela.

(Well, he can't blame Angela for entertaining the newest recruit's shameless behavior. He has to admit that you're irritatingly charming.)

Either way, you likes to play with others' emotions. It's enough to remind him of himself during the days when all he had to worry about was whose bed he wanted to lay in; to Genji, your presence only revives memories of his younger self. Perhaps that's why he can't bring himself to like such a likable person.

These woes creep into his thoughts even in the dead of night, where everybody is asleep at the Overwatch HQ. (Well, mainly everybody.) Wracked with insomnia, he doesn't even feel like visiting Angela's office out of fear that he might see you in there during these late hours. The implication behind that thought is enough to make the metal of his body shudder, and that's saying something.

Thus, here he is: lost in his thoughts as he stares at a wall in the communal kitchen. It's not an ideal place to stay, but it's better than remaining cooped up in his room.

Besides, it's not like anybody else is awake, right?

Right?