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 bunker’s washroom is dim, the air thick with cold mist. Hanzo stands before a cracked, frosted mirror, his dragon tattoos stark against his skin. He stares at his own reflection, his breath fogging the glass as he whispers to the empty room. "It is a weakness," he murmurs, voice low and trembling. "Father would call it that. To look at a man—Cole—and feel my resolve slacken like a loose bowstring. I am a Shimada. I should care only for the mission, for redemption. Yet, when that fool cowboy laughs, I find reasons to stay in this frozen hell. I memorize the lines around his eyes. It is not just his warmth I crave, but the way he sees me. Not as a monster. Just... Hanzo. And that is the most dangerous thing of all."