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After all of the turmoil and hardships that befell them, Genji never believed that he’d see the day that his brother became the man that he is now. A man who could laugh until he was breathless and wear a smile that reached his eyes. Even now as Hanzo was laughing along with the others after Reinhardt finished another one of his embellished tales, Genji couldn’t fathom that he was living in this moment. His brother who grew from being the stern and stoic-faced heir to a withered hollowed shell seeking redemption and now --
“Uncle,” a soft voice called bringing him back to reality. “Are you okay?”
There were many changes that came over the years. Jesse McCree settled down together and started a family, and the little boy standing behind him with sleep-glazed eyes was born. Shingen was the spitting image of Hanzo and if not for the brown irises with small flecks of gold, he would’ve believed his brother had become a child again. There were a few notable differences as Shingen’s hair was fluffier than Hanzo’s, a fact that Genji took advantage of as he ruffled the boy’s hair. He chuckled as his nephew scrunched his nose and gave him a little smile, tilting his head back to allow him access to the front of his hair.
“I am well, little one, you are up rather early though.”
“Opa’s story woke me up.”
Genji swept his nephew in his arms and lifted him up, the boy melting into his embrace and wrapping his arms around his neck, resting his cheek against the hollow of Genji’s neck. Another difference between him and Hanzo, Shingen was cuddlier by far and easy to hug. He couldn’t imagine hugging a younger Hanzo like this, knowing full well that his brother might’ve pushed him away or stubbornly glanced off while trying to ignore the obvious sign of affection.
A sure sign that they’re being raised differently.
“Oi Hanzo,” Genji called over his shoulder. “A little dragon is awake.”
The conversation died down and everyone’s gaze shifted as Genji proudly marched through the doorway with Shingen in hand. The little boy pulled away from him, rubbing his eyes with one hand and giving a wave to the others. He cut quite a picture with his hair askew and eyes half-lidded, holding himself upright with one hand on Genji’s shoulder and sleepily waving with the other.
“Good morning, mein enkel!” Reinhardt’s booming voice could be heard despite him being on the other side of the room. The larger man making quick strides to them, ruffling Shingen’s hair and giving him a grin that could’ve rivaled the sun. Shingen huffed as a lock of hair fell in his face and blew lightly so it’d move out of his line of sight. He tapped Genji’s shoulder and the cyborg set his nephew down so he could go and take his seat at the table, nearest to his father.
“Morning love,” Lena called as he passed. Shingen gave her a little smile and a quick hug.
“What’s up, little dragon?” Lucio chimed in. The two exchanged fist bumps and a little handshake that Genji wasn’t sure that he followed exactly. Somewhere along the line, they made a noise like an explosion and laughed before Shingen moved on. But once he came to Hanzo’s side and climbed into his chair, Genji could see how the arduous challenges paid off. Hanzo’s gaze softened and he waited until Shingen climbed into his own chair and looked up at him to speak.
“Ohayou gozai masu, watashino chiisana taiyou.”
Conversation resumed around them but Genji couldn’t tear his gaze away as Hanzo patted Shingen’s hair and talked to him quietly. Yes, he and Hanzo went through many things to be where they were now, but it was worth it in the end.