Triplet

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At first, it was subtle.

One…two, three

You had barely noticed, waving when you caught Hanzo looking your direction, noting that his expression never quite changed–or at least, not in a way that you really understood–and he blinked three times at you before turning away. Your hand drops, a little disappointed but not surprised at the cold reception, and you go on your way.

One, two, three

“I love you,” you murmur in his ear, smoothing your hands over his shoulders to feel the way they flex and goosebumps rise from the heated skin. He opens his mouth and says nothing in return, a breath stuck in his throat that is released before it becomes a sound.

His hand, heavy yet shy upon your knee, taps out a slow beat of three.

“I know,” he says, but little more.

Onetwothree

Hanzo does not touch often, but you’ve soon realized when he does, it’s usually in sets of three. (You cannot say that you realized it on your own, and it takes a bit of secretive giggling from Tracer and Genji to realize the actions for what they are.)

On slope of your shoulder as he passes by, he gives you three quick but firm squeezes, leaving you staring after his back before mustering up your wits to shout after him, “I love you!” And you don’t quite care when Genji laughs himself into a wall or when Hanzo’s ears and the tips of his shoulder goes red.

One…two…three

The triplets don’t stop. Absentmindedly almost, as you both walk around town, you can feel his thumb running against the swell of your hips every few minutes. Hanzo’s expression does not really change–though there’s a softness about him that almost seems like he’s content–nor does he say anything. You say nothing either as you’re led onto the longer way back.

Onetwo…three

It finally sinks in properly when you kiss, three short, dragging pecks against your lips. Okay, maybe there were more than just three, but the meaning lingers wordlessly.

I love you.