genji and hanzo go on a life-changing field trip
Whoever is scheduling deployments for Overwatch, Hanzo thinks, they have a very particular sense of humour. How else can he explain the fact that he has ended up here, in Hanamura, standing in the darkened arcade with his brother?
Genji looks like an alien being in the half-light. All shadowed metal and sharp angles, the green glow of his visor reflected in the glass of the crane machines. He lays a hand on one, almost reverent.
āIt has been a long time, hasnāt it, brother?ā
Hanzo has a retort, something about machines not sharing the Shimada blood, but it dies before he can speak it. If Genji notices, he doesnāt comment on it. Hanzo swallows, straightens his spine.
āA long time since I dragged you out of here, you mean.ā
Genji pauses- the visor flashes, briefly, then he makes a low, whirring chuckle.
āAs I recall, you were mad I was beating your high score.ā
Hanzo makes a low noise- hnn- and looks away so Genji doesnāt see his smile.
āI prefer to think I was saving you from exhausting yourself trying to reach it.ā
