One more Night

    Hanzo's traditional door slid shut with one swift movement from the larger man, and just across the hall, Genji's opened. For a moment, they made eye contact. Dark amber met chocolate. Instead of scolding, Sojiro offered a soft smile and shook his head. He wasn't usually the one to yell at his younger son. Despite what Genji assumed, Sojiro loved him. Hanzo was his favored son, and he was hard on him for the sake of their clan, but he still loved Genji all the same. Genji was his baby boy. The son he wished he had.

    Genji continued to stare at his father. Compared to his own light ones, Sojiro had dark eyes. Everything about himself was a direct result of his stunning mother. She had light eyes like his own, and even if he didn't like her, he still found her beautiful. There was no question why Sojiro chose her as his wife. When he smiled, Genji relaxed. He had thought his father was angry and would scold him for trying to sneak out after being punished. Hanzo was the favored one, after all. All of his attention was turned on the older at most times. At least, that's what he thought. As they stared at each other, Genji still standing by his open door, he wondered what his father had in mind. When he smiled, it was always genuine.

    Sojiro took a step towards his son with an outstretched hand. He felt bad for yelling earlier, and he wanted to make it up. Genji was still a boy, he knew there were many things they could do to pass the time. "Come, I have something to show you." He watched his son's stiff form relax when he gave him a charming smile and waited for his hand to be grabbed.

    His light hand slid into his father's as soon as it was offered. It reminded him of his boyfriend's hands: Massive, rough, yet soft. How ironic for a hand to be both rough and soft, but it was. Genji liked that. He offered a light squeeze to his father in reassurance that he'd follow obediently. Where was he to go after he left anyway? Simply a means of escaping the house.

    "Hanzo and I go here to train a lot, so it's usually reserved for us," he sparked up a conversation as he slid the key into the lock and slid the traditional door open. He stepped to the side to allow Genji inside, their hands drifting apart when he entered for himself and shut the door behind them. Locked it. "but I thought about you when we were sparring at night. I know how much you like to look at the stars," he said, and moved to the balcony of the large room, where all the twinkling stars showed smiling in the sky.

    As his father's hand was removed from his own, Genji slipped into the room and looked back. It worried him when the door locked, but he relaxed at his father's soft tone. Sojiro would never want his son to feel nervous around him. He was his father after all. "How considerate," he spoke with a slight bitter taste left on his tongue at the mention of Hanzo having alone time with their father yet again. He wanted to ask why his father never sparred with him but left it alone. It was a Hanzo and Sojiro thing. "I do, how'd you guess?"

    Sojiro chuckled at his son's bitter words. "I did," he responded truthfully, and patted the ledge in which he sat upon for his son to join. Spending time with Hanzo was sure to make Genji jealous, but it wasn't unfair. Genji received just enough attention from his father as Hanzo did, even if he didn't realize it. Maybe even more. "Do you think I am oblivious?" he paused and looked up at the stars. "I see you sneak that American in here all the time. I'm old, but I'm not blind."

    His father's chuckle lightened his bitter mood, and he greatly took the seat offering next to the man. It was normal for him to feel jealous over Hanzo when he was the favored son, but at the moment he was happy. Sojiro had all his attention on him, and for whatever reason, he wanted to spend time with his younger son. Upon the accusation of thinking his father was foolish, Genji's cheeks lit up and he shook his head. "That's not true!" he spluttered, and then grew silent as he was called out. He thought he was silent when McCree was guided around his house. Maybe the American wasn't quiet enough. That was understandable, being he wasn't as highly trained as himself. Genji's cheeks burned a brighter red. "I'm sorry."