Hanzo Hasahsi
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“Hey… you uh, ok?” Hanzo asked softly, pushing the door to your room open. He entered with a bowl of warm stew, his lips in a frown as he looked over your feverish state.
You had gotten a horrible fever due to the weather recently, and Hanzo has opted to take care of you while you’re bedridden.
He set the bowl of stew on your nightstand, brushing a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead, “I brought you food, and I didn’t burn it.” He whispered softly, chuckling.