boneyarts:

for the ever so lovely @mujaween <3333

It’s been six months since Hanzo found himself on the roster of the team called Overwatch.

He had been–to put it lightly–hesitant, at first, to mingle with the rest of his new-found allies; the British girl and her gorilla friend were nice enough, if mildly annoying, and the cowboy that somehow found his way into almost every room Hanzo was in had a certain sort of rugged almost-charm to him. The omnics were quiet enough and kept to themselves, the blonde medic seemed attentive and kind, and the older sniper and her silver-haired soldier were around so infrequently they might as well have been ghosts.

But then there was Genji.

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