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Uhhhh……oops? My hand slipped?

{Warnings: Doomzo, Hanzo get’s wrecked™, semi-public sex}

Hanzo is sick of meetings, sick of following around in his father’s shadow while the older man ‘shows him the ropes’. His eyes burn from lack of sleep and the left side of his body is sore from a poorly timed landing on the dojo floor during morning practice.

He tugs at his traditional robes, hates the intricate blue and gold laced fabric. Wants his kyudo-gi back on. Would rather be up the rafters, taking down small targets with his bow.

“We are meeting with an esteemed member of the Ogundimu clan and his heir.” Sojiro states matter-of-factly as he leads Hanzo through the halls of the Shimada estate. Hanzo frowns at the back of his father’s head.

“Yes, father.” Hanzo says dutifully.

They take their seats inside the main greeting room. Hanzo remains still, watches his father out of the corner of his eye. The older man is typing away on a cell phone, most likely checking in on the men he’d sent out earlier in the day. Sojiro tucks it away when the door to the room opens and he rises slowly.

Hanzo mirror’s him and lifts his eyes to greet the newcomers.

His breathing stutters, just slightly.

The Ogundimu family are colossal, regal, intimidating men. Hanzo watches his father greet the one who is obviously the oldest, dark hair grey at the temples and smile wide as they clasp hands. His eyes move to the son, who is much taller than Hanzo, eyes sharp and dressed in an impeccable maroon suit. He can not be much older than Hanzo himself.

A thrill dips down Hanzo’s spine when those sharp, dark eyes lock with his.

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