Romance Radio

Chapter 1: Spilling Some Tea

Hanzo leaned against the kitchen counter, holding in tea in his hands, trying to feel some form of warmth. It didn't matter how many layers he wore - the chill managed to get through. These cold winter months were stupidly expensive. Between the heating, clothes and food, it was difficult to keep track of how much money was coming and going.

"You always look so peaceful when you're drinking." Genji wandered into the kitchen with bedraggled hair. Wearing nothing but his boxers and a v-neck, he turned on the kettle and spun around to face his brother, standing in a similar position to him.

"You're in a good mood." Hanzo noted before sipping his tea.

Genji smirked, grabbing a mug from the shelf above him - the same green mug he always used when staying at the apartment. "Well... Jesse just text me."

That singular sentence sent a ping through his older brother's chest. He could already hear the sly comments and hints; this was Genji's regular strategy, after all. While he wanted the best for Hanzo - and tried making that clear as day - it could be quite aggravating. Especially to a man who hated acknowledging his feelings.

"There's going to be a rap party for this Spanish drama show on the station. Everyone who works at the station is invited, and I get to bring a plus one."

Hanzo glared at Genji. "You are not doing this again."

He walked out of the kitchen, leaving his mug on the countering and tightening his necktie. Genji huffed and followed the grumpy man into the living room.

"Come on, Hanzo!"

"No! You have to stop this. If I wanted to date someone, I'd date them, I don't need you setting me up constantly."

Genji run his hand through his hair with a loud sigh. "Just let me-" Hanzo immediately turned around, giving a glare that could scare even the strongest people alive. Genji raised his hands in defeat before choosing to walk away and stare at his phone instead. 

As Hanzo sat on the sofa, a muffled beep brought his attention to the device in his shirt pocket. And - as he raised it to his face - the notification didn't exactly amuse him. 

"Just... take a look. I think you two'll get along" Genji responded, standing in the doorway to his room. Ever since they'd moved from Japan, Genji had tried his best to make his brother happier, noticing how distant he was becoming. He even moved out to give Hanzo some space. The both of them knew how lonely he felt - Genji did his best to fix that, Hanzo felt too scared to even try. 

"I... I'll think about it. After work." Genji gave his brother a nod of acknowledgement, before shutting his door.  

"Right, work." Hanzo huffed. Now, back when he worked for his father, Hanzo didn't hesitate. He was efficient, fast, and productive - a model employee. 

However, even he couldn't handle the hellish world of working in a call centre. So much anger and hatred crammed into just eight hours. But - when given the choice of this or the streets - Hanzo could cope. 

Just barely.