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He woke up when you opened the door, peering at the darkness at your figure standing in the doorway. He wearily blinked at you, hand moving to brush the greying hair that he had chopped short.
His voice was groggy and you felt bad, shrinking down on yourself and ready to leave. It was only when he called you over did you finally leave your post by his door, suddenly aware of how full your thighs were when you sat down next to him.
You tried to shift away but he rested a hand on your hip in a rare show of comfort, “What is wrong.”
“Bad dream,” you murmured, looking away, “wanted to see if you were alright.”
He just looked at you, understanding more than you seemed to. He gave a small huff of breath, you unable to look at him when you realised that his shirt was off.
Your eyebrows scrunched together and it was like he could feel them pinch his chest, spreading the ache through his body. His hand rested on your stomach and you instinctively sucked it in, heart beginning to pound.
“Why do you do that,” he murmured in a bout of confusion, sleep still clearly painting his words, “Breathe.”
“You’re exhausted,” you said, “I should go.”
You began to stand up but he just kept peering at you, slowly shifting to the side as you started to look at him with confusion. He patted the bed and you weren’t entirely sure what he meant until he tugged you by the hand into the bed.
You thigh brushed against him and you quickly shoved yourself to the edge while murmuring an apology. He just looked at you, his hand aching with the urge to stroke your face.
“Why do you hate yourself,” he said, startling you and you blinked awkwardly.
“I could ask the same of you,” you said and he gave an awkward smile.
Hanzo pulled you forward, you become more and more certain that he was half-asleep. Awake, he was a rigid man who had difficulty showing his growing affection for you, though your own inability sees it probably didn’t help as you’d instinctively rebuff him.
You took a deep breath and you could see him still peering at you, his handsome face outlined in the bit of light peering through the curtain.
“I’m not sure anyone could ever feel any attraction to me,” you finally said, the words pressing down on your chest like clawed hands, making you desperate to breathe.
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