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Hanzo Shimada has a lot of “firsts” in his life.
First training.
First time of being praised for being a responsible heir.
First time he got a punishment.
However, those firsts are neither precious nor memorable at all.
Until he met Genji again, welcoming him with open arms and forgiveness.
First time joining Overwatch.
He was starting to come out of his shell. Meeting new friends, bonding, even joining victory parties with the team.
Maybe his first real family after all these years.
Then he met the old soldier.
The first time he fell in love.
Fell hard.
Being with the soldier is just so reassuring.
Knowing someone who will never hurt him.
That they got each other’s backs, or watch each other’s six, rather.
That they will never leave each other behind.
“What are you thinking about?” The old soldier said, putting an arm around the elder Shimada, pulling him closer.
Hanzo snapped off of his reverie.
Hanzo is usually the one who’s efficient with words, but now, he wasn’t so sure, with those eyes looking at him with adoration and happiness.
He just gazed in the soldier’s eyes, and gave him a small, warm smile in reply.