Hanzo's POV
He passed out on the training grounds again. He's going to work himself to death.
My head is buzzing with thoughts of worry as I walk to my son. He doesn't sleep he only works on his moves. I could help him so much more than my brother ever could especially, with his crossbow.
My sons dragon stares at me as it leisurely sits on my sons forehead. I kneel beside him and shoo the small beast away. It scurries away but not very far.
I pick up Salem and suddenly realize how light he is.
Salem hasn't been eating.
I put him in his bed and go to my brother. I am livid.
He should have been watching him and making sure that he was sleeping or at the very least eating.
What am I saying? I am his father, not Genji. It is my job to ensure that he eats.
I stop at my brother's door.
I failed my son.
I go back to my son's room and sit next to his bed. I can wait.
Before I know it I am waking up to someone vigorously shaking me. That someone being my son.
"Dad?" He mumbles, "why are you in here?"
To chew him out or to apologize, which one should I do?
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The Young Shimada
FanfictionSalem Shimada is the first born son of Hanzo Shimada. With Salem's mother gone Hanzo has to raise him and fight alongside his team mates in overwatch. When she died Hanzo decided that it would be best to hide the fact that there is a dragon within...
