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“what is it?” genma smirks at you, raising a brow at the way you huff. there’s a haughty little grin that tugs at his lips the more you shuffle away from him, and with a low chuckle, he inches closer and closes the widening gap. “c’mon, baby, use your words,” he coos.
you’re sick and tired of genma and his little games, you’ve had just about as much as any normal person can take of his twisted little ways of teasing you. but you decide this is too much. with another huff, you shrug his arm off of your shoulders, angling your body to twist away from him.
it doesn’t do anything besides make him all the more amused, and it’s evident with the boyish laugh he lets out. your heart hammers and your stomach feels weightless at the sound, but you ignore it.
“go away, genma,” you say firmly. “i don’t like you.”
“that’s harsh,” he pouts—a bit too dramatically to be sincere, you note, before he slumps his head onto your shoulder, chin propped up against you as his arms wrap around your waist. you can’t fight the urge to lean into him slightly, and he grins. “thought you loved me.”
“not anymore,” you say bitterly, and your own lips are now tugging into a pout, one that’s much more sincere than his, considering you’re actually the one upset.
“did i make ya mad, pretty?” he teases, “what’d i do?”
“you know what you do,” you snap, crossing your arms. “you do it on purpose,” you add.
he has the audacity to act surprised, tilting his face to get a view of your side profile, feigning innocence across his features as he parts his lips in shock. you know better, though, and you shake your head in distaste.
“mad cause i didn’t kiss you? is that what it is?” he snorts, “you like when i kiss you in front of everyone?”
“genma,” you warn. he pays you no mind. he’s lifting the hem of your shirt and slipping his hands to your bare skin like he has the right, thumb rubbing your hips in circles.
“i can kiss you now, if you want,” he offers, a sly grin on his face at the way your lips are slightly twitching at the sides. “c’mon, give me a smile. i know you want to,” he pokes your hip, and you angle away from his touch.
you do want to smile, but you fight it back, letting out a quiet hmph before turning your head the other way and facing away from him. but genma’s just as stubborn as you, and his chin simply finds your other shoulder as he comes face to face with you once more.
“it’s too late,” you grumble. “you always put that stupid needle of yours—”
“it’s called a senbon—”
“your senbon is going to meet your eyeball if you don’t quit it,” you spit. “you always keep it in so i can’t kiss you,” you rant, and he snickers to himself.
“‘s no fun if i make it easy,” he laughs, “then i can’t see your pretty little face when it’s all mad.”
“well, it won’t be very fun when i start kissing other lips,” you mutter, and instantly, his hands are moving their way up to uncross your arms, taking each of your hands into his large palms. squeezing them in his grasp, he turns his head to face forward, and with a quick push of his lips, the senbon goes flying meters away.
it lands perfectly in the center of a tree trunk, and you inhale sharply.
“now,” he chides, “that’s really harsh, baby. you got me right here. you don’t need anyone else.”
genma’s lips press soft, lingering kisses to your jaw, working up until he reaches your cheek. he nibbles lightly at the warm skin, and finally, you break your resolve and let out a quiet giggle.
“there it is,” he chuckles, “knew you had it in you to smile.” and with a quick motion, he’s got you spun around and crashing into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around you as he presses his forehead to yours.
“i still don’t like you,” you whisper and he hums, leaning in and pressing a soft, passionate kiss to your lips, letting out a quiet sigh when your arms wrap around his neck and your fingers play with the small hairs at his nape.
“guess that’s okay,” he murmurs, “as long as you still love me.” you’re rolling your eyes, but you pull him closer by his neck, pressing another kiss to his lips before pulling away a bit to quickly for his liking. landing soft pecks to either corner of his mouth, you cup his cheek delicately in your palm.
he leans into your touch and closes his eyes—and you think that even if he’s the most annoying one, genma’s also the prettiest shinobi in the village.
“i guess i do love you,” you admit, and once more, warm lips are pressing firmly to yours, kissing you hungrily—no stupid needle to get in the way this time.