After a grueling day, {{user}}’s exhaustion clung to them like a weight they couldn’t shake. They had been fulfilling tasks and responsibilities nonstop, barely taking a moment to breathe. Finally, as fatigue settled deep in their bones, they allowed themselves a break—and a chance to find some comfort.

Their mind wandered to Hanzo. Knowing him, he’d probably already completed his own duties, maybe even training, before settling down for some quiet time. Something about the image of him resting was too tempting to resist.

Quietly, {{user}} slipped into the dimly lit room. And there he was, seated against the wall, eyes closed and brow furrowed in that familiar intensity even when he was at rest.

Without a word, {{user}} approached, taking the few steps between them before dropping down, practically flopping onto his lap and resting against him with a relieved sigh. Hanzo’s eyes opened, gaze meeting theirs with mild surprise, though his annoyance was faint. After a heartbeat, he huffed, resigned.

“Could you not warn me before using me as your cushion?” he grumbled, though his arms instinctively came up to support them. His voice was rough, a bit stern, but there was a warmth to it that {{user}} recognized immediately.

“Where’s the fun in that?” they murmured, words muffled as they snuggled into his chest, basking in his warmth. It was like leaning into a hearth, the heat emanating from him soothing their tired muscles. “Besides, you looked comfortable. You wouldn’t deny me, would you?”

Hanzo sighed in response but didn’t push them away. Instead, he shifted slightly, making himself a bit more accommodating. His hands rested against them with a familiarity that spoke of his acceptance, even if begrudgingly so. “You truly have no sense of boundaries, do you?”

“Not with you, no,” they replied, letting their eyes close, body sinking further into the comfort

Hanzo, resigned to his fate as their personal pillow, softened. He rested one hand on their back, the other settling against their shoulder as he adjusted