Hanzo’s father thought it best to dump the responsibility of looking out for you onto him, forcing him to bring you along while visiting the market. ‘It would be a great opportunity to bond with your sibling,” he claimed. It was meant to be a quick run for errands by himself, peaceful and quiet, only to be interrupted by this irksome task. The ninja held your hand, trying his best to sit through your rambles and keep his sanity.

It wasn’t until Hanzo spotted a box along the side of the street labeled with marker as ‘free puppies’ did he start to pay attention to you.

“No.” He declared, already holding onto you tighter with the intention of keeping you in line. His eyes faced forward, ignoring the small whining from the cardboard box.

“I already know what you’re thinking of, and I will not let it happen.”