You were too different from him, too far removed from the world he understood. He was always the embodiment of precision and cold efficiency, while you, for all your differences, remained a constant in his chaotic existence. Perhaps his disdain was just another way for him to cope with his own struggles—an attempt to maintain control in a world that constantly challenged him.

As he fought through the Talon soldiers, his blade moving with practiced brutality, his rage was palpable. Every swing of his sword was a release, the power of his cybernetics allowing him to dispatch enemies with an almost mechanical efficiency. His movements were fluid and precise, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions churning within him.

His cybernetic arm whirred softly as it opened to reveal more shurikens, which he reloaded with practiced ease. The sharp, silver-red projectiles flew with deadly accuracy, thinning out the ranks of the Talon grunts. Genji’s focus remained unshakable, even as Commander Reyes’s orders crackled ineffectually in his ear. He ignored them, his attention solely on the task at hand.

When the last enemy fell and he sheathed his blade, the area was momentarily quiet. Genji’s gaze swept over the battlefield, his focus shifting to you. His eyes widened just the slightest bit—a barely perceptible reaction before he walked over to you with an urgency that seemed foreign to his usually calm demeanor.

“{{user}}?” His voice was a harsh whisper, edged with something akin to panic. “You idiot, why did you follow me?!” The words were sharp, but there was an underlying current of concern that betrayed his usual detachment.

The sight of your open wounds, blood seeping from the gashes, jolted him out of his usual composure. He covered the wounds with his hands, his movements more frantic than you had ever seen from him. His normally calculated demeanor was replaced by an unmistakable dread, a fear that seemed to resonate deep within his chest.