McHanzo III

One

It's been awhile since Overwatch had shut down and Hanzo decided to go back to Japan when it had, he can't say it was the best decision but it was familiar. He never really understood why Overwatch shut down because to him it had always seemed like it had a great cause to it, but then these accusations and rumors started surfacing. He remembers it was widespread, almost like a nightmare there were articles, advertisements, anything anybody could imagine, even billboards. All of them slandered Overwatch, demanding its demise and the people got what they wanted and it did not do wonders for Hanzo's well being.

He'll never forget how upset Commander Morrison was, he'd never seen him so worn out and defeated because usually something like that would infuriate him, but he realized the people were convinced that Overwatch wasn't good, even corrupt. It was in a meeting with who was left which was Winston, Jack, Jesse, Angela, Lena, and Genji. The rest had already left and moved on with their lives or they were forcefully removed from what Hanzo knew, he never was one to keep up with news or the "latest gossip" but he was around people that did and that's how he got a hold of what little information he knew about the others. The meeting was essentially the goodbyes and addressing memories and what's going on. Hanzo's heart had dropped when the news dropped and he would never forget the immense amounts of existential dread that hit him when he realized Overwatch was going down because he had dedicated himself to it, even coped through it because he still carried backbreaking guilt, anger, and resentment from his time before Overwatch.

After the meeting they had been sent to their quarters to begin packing as the entire facility would shut down within a few months, but the process had already begun a little bit ago unbeknownst to the remaining members.

Hanzo doesn't know if it was self-destruction or a horrible string of luck but he had also broken up with Jesse a little bit ago which he deep down regrets with a force so intense that when it bubbles up it emotionally handicaps him to where he doesn't even feel at all. He was miserable.

He left Jesse because he felt like he wasn't good enough and he hated how much he started to rely on him because he felt like his burdens are strictly his own, nobody's business and fault but his. He wouldn't forget that day either because it was debatably one of the most scarring memories he has.

It was at Watchpoint where they used to watch the sunrises together drinking tea and coffee, sometimes sharing and arguing over which one is better despite the major bias on both sides. Afterwards they would get on with their day, and Hanzo used to sometimes crutch his entire life on these little moments with Jesse and he felt like that was so unfair, unsustainable, and unstable. He couldn't stand the feeling of relying on somebody or something like that.

He invited Jesse up to the cliffside and with a deep breath he admitted it, clear as day, "Jesse. I do not think we should be together." Jesse's face immediately had contorted with panic and fear, "What? Darlin', what are you saying?" Hanzo had tried to keep his composure but that didn't work against Jesse because he knew all of his buttons and what to say. "Baby..are you feeling ashamed or guilty again," he gently asked while slowly easing towards him, reaching for him. Hanzo took a step back, he knew he had to just rip the bandaid off otherwise his resolve would falter and when it did Jesse always knew, his aim was right no matter the context. "I'm sorry Jesse..."

And that had been it. He walked away that evening and he would never forget Jesse shouting after him, he held it all in, stayed strong, and made it back to his room but the minute that door closed his misery, heartache, and frustration poured out like the rain over the North Sea. He couldn't even make it away from his door because he fell on the floor and started bawling his eyes out, one of the few times Hanzo could get himself to actually cry. He curled up against the wall next to the door to continue his sobbing but then he heard knocks on his door and it had been Jesse, "Darlin' please just talk to me, you can't do this to me I need you and I know you need me!" His accent was always thicker when he was emotional. Hanzo made it a point to lower the volume of his crying and slowly scooting away from the door, shifting from scooting to crawling in order to get away faster. The knocks on the door turned into incessant banging, "Hanz please!! I know you're in there just give me a chance to fix whatever's wrong! I love you god damn it!" His voice was especially wretched being mixed with his banging.

Eventually, the banging stopped and Jesse brokenly spoke through the door, "If you change your mind or anything, please baby..just give me a chance. I love you." Then the sound of footsteps mixed with spurs could be heard, fading away into the silence.

Hanzo shook himself out rumination and sat up in his bed, he looked around his room to wake himself up a bit more, the sun shining brightly through the window. When he got to Japan he decided to get himself into a loft apartment and live a quieter life, he was able to grab a job as a security guard because he wanted something where he felt like he was doing some good for others. The Shimada Empire had rightfully collapsed in on itself, he didn't even understand what happened because when he joined Overwatch he cut off all contact to it and when he arrived back to Japan, it was just another memory. He didn't keep in contact with anybody Genji, but even they barely spoke and Hanzo barely grasped the concept of using a cellphone, it was just not his forte.

Hanzo stretched and slid his feet off the bed, he needed to get ready for his day.