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You stood beside him.
A strand of his black hair swept from his cheekbone. The light from the streets rendered his face a touch of pink.
Hanzo took a sip of his sake, and turned to you to acknowledge your gaze.
Somehow, you started talking. “You know, Hanzo, you are loved by someone.”
He blinked, and answered lightly, “so are you.”
You felt your heart skipped a beat for that, and you saw the stars sunken in his eyes. Again, somehow, you parted your lips to add something.
“I am not talking about Genji.” You said, and then inhaled a mouthful of fresh air. In the night, you looked a little blushed.
Surely Hanzo would notice.
He stared at you, and said, “Neither am I.”
And you felt your ear grew heated quickly after you comprehended his words and the underlined meanings both of his and yours.
You suddenly turned over entering the room, and covered your face with both of your hands, let out a cry, “Don’t make me cry.”
Then you heard a faint chuckle from the balcony:
“Weakling.” Hanzo said so and did not dodge the pillow you threw at him.