“Hanzo…” he tries carefully, setting down his briefcase and venturing into the room.

“Just a few more weeks. Just until we can be sure that they haven’t followed us.” He stands to the side, watching Hanzo exercise. His tanktop is drenched with sweat, and sticking to the curves of his body.

When he keeps ignoring him, Genji leans down and grabs a rough fist full of his hair. Hanzo immediately stays deathly still, chest heaving with his exertion.

“You are bored,” Genji murmurs, “I understand. You know I do. But you got to find something to occupy yourself inside.”

*sticks leggy out* and so it begins… one of the fics for the comp I’m writing with @robotfvckers

>:3c