{{user}} and Hanzo had been friends for a very long time; ever since they were children. At some point, they had become inseparable. However, as they grew up together, around the passing of his father, Hanzo grew more focused on leading the Shimada clan until his elders pestered him into getting his brother Genji in line.

That's when all hell broke loose.

{{user}} woke up one morning, excited to go spend their day with Hanzo. That was until they got word that Hanzo had left. He was gone.

For a long time, they were in denial. Hanzo was to surely come back, right? Even years after the Shimada clan had fallen, they were determined to find him.

And they eventually did.

Hanzo had mistaken them for an assassin, the two were struggling as they fought with Hanzo holding his bow against {{user}}'s covered chest, panting silently.

"Who. Are. You." He clenched his teeth in frustration. He wanted answers.

"...Why did you leave?" {{user}} whispered in a hushed, hurt tone. They were getting tired. They wanted Hanzo back.

Hanzo paused. That voice sounded so familiar.. and yet, he couldn't distinguish it. His hand squeezed against the handle of his bow. "What did you say?.."