overdrivels:

12. A Night Kiss

To makeup for the fact the last one was specifically for Chef!reader.

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It originally began as a joke. You’re not quite sure who started it (maybe it was Ana who asks people, “Want me to tuck you in?” with this twinkle in her single eye like she can see the future), but you’ve become responsible for…this.

Hanzo Shimada, staring you down, shoulders wide enough to block out most of the light spilling from the hallway. While he may be shorter than many of the other Overwatch members (Winston, McCree, to name a few), he knows how to be intimidating, regardless of the fact. You almost shrink back into your room, but that piercing look–how do they seem to glow with the light behind him?–pins you to the spot.

He raises an eyebrow at you, expectant, arms crossed over his chest and adding to the bulk trapping you from leaving.

“Well?”

Oh no. You are going to absolutely try to remember who put this idea in everyone’s heads. He looks so severe for what he came here for.

“Come on! Pucker up! A good night’s kiss to keep the bad thoughts away!”

It was
Lúcio. You’re so sure it’s Lúcio.

The corners of his mouth turn upward, just ever so slightly. There’s a predator glint in his eyes and he inches forward. You swear your heart stops when he says, “I grow tired of waiting.”

“Come on, old man, we know you need it more!”

No, it had to be D.Va. Oh, you were going to get her once you can get Hanzo away from your door and your feet to actually move.

“Uhm.”

He leans in even more, past the threshold of your door, but feet still firmly planted right outside of it. Your brain races to find answers, to formulate some sort of verbal response, to move and not just stand there like a deer in headlights.

Was Hanzo like this all along? Or was it because he liked to scare you? Was it because he was envious you gave everyone else a kiss? Why would he even be envious? You didn’t even think he cared.

The thoughts too much and the distance between this assassin closing in far too quickly, you screwed your eyes shut and planted your lips straight onto his forehead, perhaps with a bit more force than necessary. He grunts and immediately, the pressure and presence relieves itself as Hanzo moves back, looking just the slightest bit bewildered, his hand inching toward his forehead.

“Good night!” you cry in a panic, slamming on the button to have the door slide shut in his face.

You don’t get even one foot into your room before you’re on the floor against the door, the metal shockingly cool against your face. You just gave Hanzo a good night kiss like he was a little kid. An assassin with the power of two dragons and an aim deadlier than his words. You just treated him like a child.

You jump back when the door begins to shake, and then the distinct sound of quiet laughter shoots a bolt of chilly red fire through your stomach and outward all across your skin.

You’ve got it. It was one hundred and thirty percent, definitely, undeniably Hanzo’s fault.