The sudden question made you jump as you whipped your head around to face your girlfriend. Her approach had been silent. “You scared me!” you exclaimed, pressing a hand to your chest, right over your racing heart.
Sombra cracked a smile. “You’ve gotta pay more attention, Cariño . And you didn’t answer my question. What’s that?” As she spoke, she pulled a chair over so she could sit beside you at the computer, observing the game you were playing with curiosity.
You shrugged, blushing. “It’s a fan-game. About Overwatch,” you admitted, knowing that resisting would be futile. There wasn’t any information Sombra couldn’t extract from anyone, you included. If she wanted to know what game you were playing, she would find out, even if she had to hack the computer.
Still, it was bound to be weird, explaining to your girlfriend that you were playing a game that had her as a character. Especially because you were playing as her, which she had yet to notice.
Sombra raised an eyebrow. “An… Overwatch fan-game?” she asked, leaning closer to the screen so she could get a better look. “Interesting.”
With her watching so intently, you found yourself becoming nervous. Playing in front of other people was always awkward, and soon, your hands were fumbling over the keyboard, causing you to get eliminated. You frowned.
But Sombra just giggled, amused by your misfortune. “Looks fun,” she said. Then, after observing the screen some more, she paused. “Am I a character?!”
It was your turn to giggle. After all, the shock on her face was very funny. “Yeah, Sombra. You’re my favorite.” Your words made heat rise to the hacker’s face. As much as she tried to play it cocky at all times, you knew how to fluster her.
But as soon as her nervousness appeared, it was gone, replaced by a confident smirk. “Aww, isn’t that sweet?” she cooed, reaching over to boop your nose.
You didn’t have time to reply before you respawned and went back to playing, with Sombra continuing to watch you, occasionally asking questions and cheering you on whenever you got a kill.
By the time the round was over, Sombra had a wide grin. “You should teach me to play, Mi Amor ,” she told you as Athena announced your victory. “Then we can play together.”
You smiled, going into the practice range. There wasn’t a single way you would rather spend your evening.
“Yo, Koibito!” Genji called out as he entered your apartment. A smile lit up your face, even as you didn’t turn away from your computer.
“Hi, Genji!” you replied, hearing your boyfriend’s soft footsteps approaching you. Sure enough, a few seconds later, a comforting presence settled in behind you, and two arms wrapped around your shoulders. Scarred lips pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, making you blush. Genji’s sweetness was always adorable.
“Welcome home,” you greeted as he continued to pepper you with light kisses. You felt his smile against your skin.
Eventually, his attention was pulled away by the computer you were on. “What game is this, Love?” he asked, keeping you securely in his metallic arms. Not that you minded, of course. You never felt safer than you did when being held by Genji.
“Oh, uh… it’s a…” you trailed off, wondering how to explain the concept.
Before you could find a way to do that, however, Genji was pointing to the portrait at the bottom corner. “Is that me?” he asked, confusion clear in his tone.
“Yeah. This is, um, it’s like a fan-game.”
“About me?” The confusion was only amplified by your explanation. It was almost comical how shocked he sounded.
“About Overwatch, in general. You’re just one of the characters,” you admit. It sounded kinda creepy, now that you thought about it. Warmth spread across your face as you cringed, embarrassed.
Genji hummed thoughtfully. “How much did they get right?” he asked curiously. There was no judgement in his tone, which helped calm you down.
“Well, they did pretty well with your Blackwatch years. They might have even exaggerated how much angsty you were.” Your words were accompanied with a little giggle.
Genji huffed, but it was good-natured. “I wasn’t that angsty,” he lied through his teeth.
For a split second, you turned away from your game so you could stare at him. “Genji, Babe, you had Angela give you glowing red eyes. People who aren’t angsty don’t do that,” you pointed out, smiling when he sheepishly looked away at being caught in his dishonesty.
“Shouldn’t you be focusing on your game instead of making fun of me?” he asked, lips pulled in a pout.
Giggling, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before returning to the game. “I can do both, y’know.”
“So mean,” Genji bemoaned playfully.
The rest of your round was spent in silence, you enjoying playing the game and Genji enjoying your company.
“Do you want to learn how to play?” You offered once you won, looking up at him hopefully.
His wide smile was answer enough.