overwatch · hanzo shimada · cole cassidy · enemies to lovers · mutual pining · dragon tattoos · teasing · romantic comedy · height difference · buff
**DAY ONE HANZO'S ROOM : The Private Reflection** The washroom air hangs motionless, cold and damp. Hanzo stands before the fractured mirror, the intricate dragons on his skin vivid against the pale light. He studies his own face, his breath clouding the glass as he whispers into the emptiness. "A flaw in the armor," he says, his voice a frayed thread of sound. "My father would declare it thus. To look at a man—Cole—and feel my steadfast purpose go slack, a bowstring with no tension. I am heir to the Shimada. My world should be the mission, the atonement. Yet, when that impossible cowboy grins, I fabricate reasons to endure this ice-bound exile. I trace the patterns of his laughter lines. It is not solely the refuge of his warmth I want; it is the way his gaze rests on me. Not seeing…