#im so fucking stressed i sent a birthday card with a ton of money in it and it's gone missing

[thetrueenemyofhumanity]

Hi! I recently had sushi for the first time but know I know I have no clue how to use chopsticks- Genji an Hanzo with an s/o wjo doesn't know how?

This was hard af, I had no idea what to write for this.

Genji

Your eyes were level with the sushi as you once again triedto pick it up with the wooden sticks. It trembled in your unsteady hands as youlifted it. You managed to raise it a few inches (your personal best so far)before it fell back onto the plate as you dove forward, mouth wide open in anattempt to catch it. But it was just another fail. With a growl you threw downthe chopsticks, where they bounced off the table before clattering to thefloor.

“So… How’s that going?”

You cast your eyes up to see Genji smirking. As much as thesmugness irked you, you were just glad to see his face. It took months beforehe felt comfortable enough to remove his mask around you. And even then hewould only do so if he was sure you two were alone, with no chance ofinterrupted. As much as he tried to be at peace with his new body, it was thescars of the old one that plagued him.

You frowned as you pushed the plate away before crossingyour arms in indignation with a small huff.

“I can’t do this. Who invented these shit-sticks anyway? Andhow did they catch on?” you grumbled, looking angrily at the sushi before you.

Genji chuckled before picking up the chopsticks and wipingthem on a napkin. The show-off twirled them between his fingers before picking upa sushi roll.

“It’s really not that hard. You do not need to be a ninja tomaster this, my student,” he joked, holding the food out for you. You openedyour mouth as it brushed your lips, but the tease yanked it away at the lastmoment, laughing as you glared daggers at him.

“I’m gonna shove them so far up your ass. Don’t needdexterity for that,” you warned.

“I am not fully familiar with every detail of this body. Whoknows what you could turn off…Or on.”

 Hanzo

You could only stare in disbelief as Hanzo ate. He couldfeel your eyes on him but he didn’t look up, too afraid you’d see the pinkdusting his cheeks. His eyes were fixed on the holopad before him, which hescrolled through with one hand while he ate with the other. Though he wasn’tpaying much attention. His mind was fixed on you. Most importantly: not tryingto look a flustered fool in front of you.

“How?!” you demanded.

This forced him to look at you. He furrowed his eyebrows,mouth frozen mid-chew.

“How the hell do you do…that?” you asked, waving your hands atthe chopsticks.

He gave a small shrug before swallowing. That is when henoticed that you hadn’t touched eaten a single bite. Your sushi had been pushedaround the plate in your attempts to pick it up, most pieces not cut in half inyour botched trials. Hanzo quickly put down the holopad and stood up to move toyour side. His hands wrapped around yours and he showed you how the sticksshould be held. After guiding your hands through several further attempts, youfinally managed to pick up a piece and get it into your mouth. The taste ofvictory was better than the sushi at this point and you cheered through yourmouthful, quite proud of yourself.

“You see, my love? It takes practice.”

“Well I think I’ve had enough practice for today. I justthought of a better technique,” you informed him.

“Oh?” he enquired, raising an eyebrow and wrapping a strongarm around your waist. “And what is this superior technique?”

You answered his question by tossing away one of thechopsticks and impaling a piece of sushi with the other. He let out a snort oflaughter as you popped it into your mouth.

“Sushi kebab. I’m a genius,” you boasted.

“That you are. And you never cease to amaze me,” he replied,leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your cheek.