You sidled up to him, mouth opening and Genji plopped a piece of nigirizushi in your mouth with his chopsticks. You wiggled your plump thighs with how good it was and Genji just smiled at you.
“Now my turn,” you said, your tongue sticking out slightly from your teeth as you concentrated.
Your finger shook on the chopsticks and some of the seaweed tore from the way you pinched into them. His chest grew warm at the sight of it and he popped open his mouth, you carefully placing the makizushi in there.
It tasted like nothing.
He knew it would but you were so happy to feed him that he put a smile on his face, excitedly describing how delicious it should have been.
The dark sting of guilt was mostly assuaged by the beaming smile you gave him, chubby cheeks absolutely radiating with joy. He swallowed, something sticking in his throat as he did.
“What do you want next?” you said, Genji turning to the food.
“Whatever you want,” he said with a fake smile, his chest throbbing with the falsehoods he was sprinkling everywhere.
He’d need to confess, later, Genji thought. It was never his intention to lie to you but once he looked at your beautiful face he just couldn’t find it in him to wipe the smile off.
Mendacity
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