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a storm in stillness | hanzo shimada x energetic! reader

summary ; though hanzo initially finds your boundless enthusiasm grating, he begins to appreciate the warmth and light you bring into his life. slowly, he realizes that beneath all the noise, there is something precious growing between you both.

Hanzo Shimada was a man of precision and discipline, each movement calculated, each breath intentional. His life had always been about control—of himself, his environment, and his emotions. There was no place in his world for chaos or unpredictability. So when you came crashing into his life like a whirlwind of energy, he wasn't sure what to make of it.

He first met you through Genji. His brother had always surrounded himself with people who were as vibrant and full of life as he was, so when Genji introduced you, Hanzo wasn't particularly surprised at your loud, cheerful nature. What did surprise him was how quickly you took to him, despite his clear discomfort with your enthusiasm.

"Hey, Hanzo!" you had said, bounding up to him with a wide smile and a wave. "I've heard so much about you! It's so cool to finally meet you in person!"

Hanzo gave you a polite nod, his face expressionless. "Likewise," he muttered, though in truth, he wasn't particularly thrilled about the prospect of getting to know you. Your energy was overwhelming, almost suffocating, and he found himself instinctively withdrawing.

But it didn't seem to deter you. If anything, his stoicism only seemed to fuel your desire to break through his walls.

Every time you saw him, you greeted him with the same unrelenting enthusiasm. You asked him questions—so many questions—about his training, his bow, his time with Overwatch. You filled every moment with your bubbly chatter, never seeming to notice or care that Hanzo responded in short, clipped sentences.

"Hey, Hanzo, want to train with me? I bet I could totally learn some of your cool arrow tricks!"

"No, thank you."

"Oh! Okay! Maybe next time!"

At first, he found it annoying—your constant presence, your endless chatter, the way you never seemed to sit still. He couldn't understand how someone could live with so much energy, so much... joy. It was foreign to him, like trying to make sense of a language he didn't speak. But as time passed, something curious began to happen. He found himself growing used to you.

You were like a storm—unpredictable and wild—but storms had their purpose. They cleared the air, brought new life. And slowly, Hanzo realized that, though you disrupted his stillness, you also brought something into his life that he hadn't even realized was missing: warmth.

It started with the little things.

One day, you brought him a cup of tea, having noticed that he always drank the same blend after training. "I figured you could use a break!" you said, handing it to him with a grin. Hanzo stared at you for a moment, surprised that you'd taken the time to notice something so small. He accepted the cup with a quiet "Thank you."

Another day, after a particularly grueling mission, you sat with him in the common area, rattling on about something he wasn't really listening to. But then you asked, "You doing okay, Hanzo? I know that last mission was kinda rough..."

There was no humor in your voice this time, no playful teasing. Just genuine concern. Hanzo hesitated, caught off guard by the sincerity in your eyes. He wasn't used to people checking in on him like that—at least, not people outside of his immediate circle. But you had been relentless in your care, showing up every day without fail, and now... it didn't feel like an intrusion anymore.

"I am fine," he said quietly, but this time, he met your gaze, offering a small nod of gratitude. "Thank you for asking."

That was the turning point.

From that moment on, Hanzo found himself looking forward to your company in ways he never would have admitted out loud. Though he would never match your level of energy or enthusiasm, he began to appreciate how your presence lightened the air around him. Where once there had been silence, there was now laughter. Where once there had been tension, there was ease.

You'd pull him into conversations with the others, dragging him into games or casual sparring matches, laughing when he inevitably bested you in a fight. "You're too good at this!" you'd exclaim, your eyes sparkling with admiration. "I'm gonna figure out how to beat you one of these days, just watch!"

Hanzo would allow a rare smile to tug at the corners of his lips. "I look forward to it," he'd reply, and though his tone was dry, there was no mistaking the fondness that had crept into his voice.

Still, there were times when your energy clashed with his desire for solitude. When those moments came, you were surprisingly understanding. You'd notice when he grew quiet, when his responses became shorter, and you'd dial back your exuberance without him even needing to say a word.

"Hey, if you need some space, that's cool," you'd say casually, giving him a thumbs-up. "I'll catch you later, yeah?"

And though Hanzo would nod in agreement, he often found that he didn't want you to leave. It was odd—unnerving, even—how much he had come to rely on your presence. You balanced him in a way he hadn't expected. Where he was rigid and controlled, you were fluid and spontaneous. Where he brooded, you brightened. You were, in every way, his opposite. And yet...

He cared for you. More than that—he was beginning to fall for you.

It was a slow realization, one that crept up on him over time. He noticed it in the way his eyes sought you out in a room, how his chest would feel lighter when you appeared with your usual grin. He noticed it in the way he'd find himself unconsciously mirroring your smile, despite his best efforts to remain stoic.

The day he realized it fully, he had been watching you train. You were as focused as ever, practicing some new technique with a determination that, frankly, surprised him. You wiped sweat from your brow, laughing at your own mistakes, and the sound was so genuine, so full of life, that it sent a pang of warmth through Hanzo's chest.

Without thinking, he approached you.

"You've improved," he said, his voice low but sincere.

You looked up at him, eyes wide in surprise. "Really? You think so?"

Hanzo nodded. "You are dedicated. It shows."

Your smile grew, but there was something different in it now—a softness, a quietness that hadn't been there before. You stepped closer, your usual energy tempered by something more vulnerable, more tender.

"Thanks, Hanzo," you said, your voice quieter than usual. "I know I can be... a lot sometimes. But I'm glad you put up with me."

Hanzo looked at you for a long moment, taking in the way your usual brightness had softened into something more intimate. He didn't often speak about his feelings, but in this moment, he felt compelled to let you know the truth.

"You are not a burden," he said quietly. "I care for you. More than I realized."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and for the first time, you seemed at a loss for words. But then, slowly, your smile returned—this time, softer, warmer.

"I care about you too, Hanzo," you said, and though your voice was quiet, the sincerity in it was undeniable.

In that moment, Hanzo realized that the storm you had brought into his life wasn't something to fear. It was something to cherish.