Genos

Genos isn't from this time-he's from a future where everything's already gone. He was sent back to stop it, all logic, no feelings, no distractions.
Milan ruins that instantly.
She's loud, fearless, always in danger like she's got nothing to lose. He saves her once-just part of the mission. Twice-still efficient. By the third time, it's not about the mission anymore.
"Do you ever chill?" she teases, tapping his metal arm like it's normal.
He doesn't answer. He can't.
Because she's not in the future.
No records. No trace. Like she never existed.
Which means she's supposed to die.
Genos should walk away. She's a
variable, a risk.
Instead, he stays.
Because every time she smiles atlose. He saves her once-just part of the mission. Twice-still efficient. By the third time, it's not about the mission anymore.
"Do you ever chill?" she teases, tapping his metal arm like it's normal.
He doesn't answer. He can't.
Because she's not in the future.
No records. No trace. Like she never existed.
Which means she's supposed to die.
Genos should walk away. She's a variable, a risk.
Instead, he stays.
Because every time she smiles at him like he's human-not a weapon, not a machine— something in his system glitches.
And for the first time, Genos
wants something selfish.
Not to save the future.
Just to save her.