Romance Radio

Prologue

"Ah, my hair!" Genji shouted, slamming the door shut and sinking into the leather seat. "Ugh, I'm soaked, I need a towel."

Hanzo sat next to him before shaking off his jacket. "I don't have a spare one if that's what you're asking."

The rain had come heavily and suddenly - the storm was never supposed to be this strong. Hanzo turned on the heaters, sitting back, letting out a groan while he wiped his face. The sweat from the gym and the floods from the sky made for an incredibly uncomfortable feeling all over both their bodies.

Hanzo wanted nothing more than to drive home and calm down in his pajamas - if only Genji hadn't gotten stuck with him. While he loved his brother, it was exactly like having a puppy, he wanted to play at all times even if everybody else was beyond tired.

"Oh shit, Jesse's on!" Genji suddenly exclaimed after checking his phone, before practically flinging himself at the car's radio.

"What on Earth has gotten into you?" Hanzo queeried.

"Just start the car; I need to hear this." The older brother obeyed reluctantly knowing full well the green haired man wouldn't stop begging otherwise.

Hanzo grabbed the wheel, slowly moving out his parking spot. The world was so blurry from beyond the car windows - making it through downtown would be a difficult task. Moving into the big city was a difficult task by itself. Having reckless weather didn't help navigating what Hanzo considered to be a labrinth in comparison to Tokyo's roads.

Adverts began wrapping up before the radio show finally started airing. "Duh, dun dun duh, duh duh duh!" Genji sang loudly, rummaging through his rucksack, desperate for something to dry his hair. Hanzo laughed off his brother's behaviour and focused on not crashing horribly during the ride. "What's gotten you so excited?"

"You know that studio I'm interning at, Overwatch? They've got this show that you of all people need to hear" Hearing the younger man chuckle, Hanzo couldn't help but feel a little nervous. That exact tone was one he'd gotten used to blocking out; it could only mean mischief. "Plus the host is just your type"

"Genji!"

"What? Relax, it's not like I'm trying to set you up or anything, I just think you'll enjoy it" Genji smirked as he leaned back.

And - before Hanzo could even register his brother's words - the radio began speaking.

"Good evening, y'all, welcome to Romance Radio" Suddenly driving was a lot more difficult. That smooth, southern accent was enough to make Hanzo melt almost instantly. "I'm your host, Jesse McCree, and it's time we talked about that thing we all crave: love"

With a gulp, Hanzo continued to listen on, enthralled by the voice from the speakers.

One could say - as Genji did mentally - "It was love at first listen."