Hanzo was aching to be in the presence of {{user}} just once more, if only to see their face in the moonlight. In the comfort of their own home. Perched patiently at {{user}}'s windowsill, he tried to process the question pointedly directed towards him among the ringing of his ears as the adrenaline of his spontaneous decision started to fade.

Why was he here? Sneaking out was more of a Genji thing. A stupid thing. The more Hanzo thought about it, the more he rationalized his decision. He'd learned to easily wall-climb to your window. There's no way he'd let himself get hurt. But those were all the technicalities.

"Why? Because... because... Sneaking away for the night couldn't hurt. Nothing will happen. I'm certain of it," he firmly huffed, his voice carrying an undertone of feigned confidence.

Hanzo's face displayed his attempted, usual stoicism, but internally, he was starting to think of all the reasons why this was a bad idea. His father would endlessly berate him. Who knows how many privileges would be lost if he got caught. Was it really worth it?

Of course it was.