Usually, Hanzo would be the one who was getting you out of trouble. An arrow usually sprouted from your foe’s neck just before he fatally shot you. Then Hanzo would scold you for letting it get that bad.

Him being an Overwatch agent was a thorn in your side, but at least you were alive. You never thanked him in the moment–did he fucking deserve it with that attitude?!–but you were later. When you drifted to sleep, thankful you could sleep.

This time, someone else’s arrow ironically found itself buried in Hanzo’s side. The way it jutted out, and the blood flowing out of the wound, was alarming. You remembered your first aid and bandaged around the arrow, not pulling it out.

Hanzo lay on the ground. What you gave him for the pain knocked him out. He wailed quietly whenever something you did hurt, but he was quiet mostly.

Maybe it was the blood loss, because suddenly Hanzo flew up into a sitting position like a puppet brought to life. He cried out indignantly, angry that he was in pain and not knowing why or remembering.

“Knock it off!” you loudly whispered.

You forced him down by the shoulders. He was weak enough at the moment that you could. God knows the man was stronger than you. He couldn’t be making a fuss right now, when enemies could be around the corner. Pulsefire could be heard in the distance. Far enough away that you weren’t worried. /If/ he stayed quiet.

Maybe he had a bad reaction to the pain medication, because he refused to stay down. His hands batted at you, trying to keep you off him. He mumbled angrily. It was maddening. He knew better. If only he was in the right mind.

Eventually, you lost your temper and climbed on top of him to use your weight to your advantage. Hanzo took your hand clamped down on his mouth as the right time to wrestle.

Really, it wasn’t.

He grappled with you, his hand on your wrist and another around your waist. He was trying to flip the both of you, but he was weaker for the moment. He a very rude thing next. He bit your hand.

“Ow!” you cried out and sat back.

Right onto his raging erection. As if this couldn’t get any more ridiculous.

He took advantage of your surprise and did flip you this time. He pinned your hips down with his bulge against your sex. By the look in his eyes, he was far away, taken there was by lust. But this was not the time.

“No!” you shouted, abandoning caution.

A rapist, Hanzo was not. He looked kicked in the puppy. Then he flopped down next to you onto his back.

“Why?” he asked weakly.

You face-palmed, wishing rescue would hurry up.