McHanzo III

Two

Hanzo went to the bathroom right after getting up to brush his teeth, wash his face, and knot his hair up with a simple hair tie. His routines, especially morning, were always very strict and mapped out because he couldn't handle a lack order and discipline but sometimes he felt trapped to his routine, almost like a prisoner, and this was one of those mornings.

After finishing all of his hygienic business he looked in the mirror and sighed, nodding promptly and proceeding out of the bathroom. He made some miso soup with tofu for breakfast, it was around nine and his shift didn't begin until later in the day because he preferred to start in the afternoon then work his way into the night. But he just could never get a full nights of sleep because he developed insomnia over the years and he would toss and turn for hours before falling asleep, but it wasn't even that deep of a sleep and most times he woke up still tired but he had gotten used to it.

He also usually wasn't too hungry in the mornings but this morning was a morning where he could get around to nibbling a little, if anybody looked at his eating patterns or diet they might think he was a bird.

When he finished his soup he cleaned the utensils and put them up. He went back upstairs to get some clothes because he was going to the gym next, physical activity always relieved his emotional stress and it was a way for him to release. He had found a local gym that also had a little area dedicated to archery practice so that's where he goes. Even though he has no real use for his bow and arrow skills anymore, it's peaceful for him to practice and he claims one day he'll have a use for it even though he himself can't see that one day coming, possibly ever.

He picked up his bow and dangling from it was a little revolver charm hanging from a bit near the handle, and every time he saw it he bitterly smiled because he missed his cowboy everyday. He could see this would be one of the days where he misses him a little more than usual, and it's a grief he's made room for as the years have passed. It's only been about three to four years, but Hanzo stopped counting because he knew they would never happen again, he thinks by now Jesse hates him with all of his beautiful, tender heart. The thought always hurt Hanzo, but he knew it was for the best so Jesse could live a better, unburdened life.

He shook himself out of those thoughts and picked up the rest of his belongings to head out to the gym before cruising down the stairs and out of his apartment, landing him in the hallway. He left his building and stepped out to the sun shining brightly and Hanzo felt himself smile a little, the sunlight always uplifted his mood. He walked forward a little to the sidewalk and turned to go to the gym, this was one of the reasons he knew he wanted to live in Japan again, the close proximity of everything. And the amazing public transportation because Hanzo could drive, but he didn't have a license to do so and to be quite frank he would rather work around that than through it.

A few blocks of walking and Hanzo got to his gym, walked in, and immediately went to the lockers. He only had to put his things up because he liked showing up to the gym in his clothes to save on space and time. He stretched right after he closed his locker and went to the machines to start his routine.

He was done within an hour because his routine wasn't all that convoluted because he didn't have a goal in mind when it came to working out, he was just trying to maintain and stay active because it kept his head above water. Afterwards he went back to his locker to get his bow to practice in the archery portion of the gym.

After finishing he rinsed off in the showers really quick and changed before heading back home, his routine wasn't long but he liked dragging it out because he enjoyed busying himself whenever possible. And when he got home he made some lunch and ate before packing some food for his shift since it was almost time for him to start walking to work.

He put on his uniform, gathered his things, and started his walk to work.

Jesse was anything but alright when Hanzo had left him. When Overwatch had disbanded and shut down he had quite actually no idea what he was going to do with himself because he had lost everything at that point from, basically, his dream career and soulmate.

The day he got broken up with he remembers going back to his quarters devastated, as if he had watched his own mother die. He cried and cried and cried. He tried his best because usually Hanzo wouldn't try to break up with him but rather push him away...hard. And he had gotten used to it, knowing how to soothe his archer and ground him but this time he wasn't allowed the space to do so and he went into full blown panic mode, banging on Hanzo's door, sobbing, begging, you name it.

He doesn't remember much from the cluster of days during that time period because he completely shut it out and it got buried deep in his subconscious with his other traumatic memories, this one perhaps being one of the worst ones he's ever experienced because he loved Hanzo. Every time he would even so much as think about him or glance at a photo of him there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for that man, it was the perfect love to him. It was like finding a part of yourself in the world and sharing a moment with it constantly, overjoyed to have found something that was originally thought to be gone forever.

Then Overwatch was announced to be coming down, Jesse felt like it was all a sick joke and he remembers stealing glances at Hanzo at the table, realizing this might be his last time seeing him again. After that mess he just went through the motions of gathering his things and leaving as soon as possible.

Jesse didn't really know what to do with his life after Overwatch shut down and after he left he hopped from motel to motel for awhile, sleeping around and hooking up because above all else Hanzo had burned a hole in his heart. Nothing could soothe it enough but meaningless sex helped for awhile, but then he decided on something a little bit more realistic. He found a temporary place to stay for a few years along the west coast and he continued his life as a vigilante. He decided he'd help the world and regain his sense of purpose in a way that was familiar.