Ship one shots

McHanzo part 1

Jesse McCree was never a wealthy person. He lived in a small country farmhouse on the outskirts of the big city. He was mostly by himself, as he didn't like letting people into his life because it was too risky to lose another person he loved. His parents died when he was a young boy so he couldn't really trust anyone without fearing reject or betrayal. It was hard for him.

On the 22nd of June at 12:45pm, it was a hot summertime day and Jesse was out at the beach, hat low, reading a book about summertime love. He never swam as he didn't want to leave his stuff on the beach unprotected and he also didn't want to risk having to talk to strangers. The hot sun was beating down on him as sweat trickled down his forehead and dripping off his nose. He saw something come towards him in the corner of his eye. As he looks over he notices a beach ball has rolled over to him and bumped into the side of his shirtless torso. He picks it up off the ground and inspects it to see where it came from. as he scans his head around, he notices a tall, muscular, asian man with his hair tied into a bun walking towards him. 

"Hey, is this your beach ball?" Jesse questions

"Um, yeah. Can I uh, have it back?" The mysterious man replied

"Oh! yeah, uh sorry. here you go." Jesse said as he didn't even realise he was still holding it as he hands the oddly coloured ball to the man

"Thanks! Hey, you wanna come play? You seem like you'd be good at it." The man asked

"Oh, thanks. But I don't really feel like it right now. I'm really into this book. Maybe next time?" It sounded more like a question than a statement as he motioned towards the book he held in his hand.

"Yeah, next time-" He sounded almost... disappointed "I'm Hanzo by the way. Hanzo Shimada" He introduced himself as he hesitated to hold out his hand but did anyway.

"I'm Jesse; Jesse McCree." Jesse choked on his own words with a nervous lump in his throat as he shook Hanzo's hand hesitantly. 

"Hey Hanzo, Come on! you're holding up the game!" A voice behind him yelled.

"Oh, I have to go now I'll see you later Jesse" As he pulls his hand away, he leaves a piece of paper in the palm of his hand. McCree just shoves it in his pocket and waves Hanzo goodbye, not thinking anything of their meeting.

Jesse immediately went back to his book, adjusting his hat downwards so no-one could see his face fully. He did not lift his head as if he did, he knew there would be no going back from that man and that he would not be able to tear his eyes away from Hanzo. Little did he know, Hanzo's eyes were glued to him, like he was a fallen angel from the heights of the sky that had survived a fall from the heavens. Hanzo had kept walking, and eventually tripped on a sandcastle on the sand that had been built by a nearby child that eventually began crying after their hard work had just been destroyed by a man daydreaming. He tumbled to the sand and looked up at his friends who were laughing at him hysterically. He just put a hand over his face to hide the blush. This scene of event caused Jesse to tear his head away from the book and look at the embarrassed man covered in sand and promptly felt heat rush to his face as he puts his hat over his face covering it. 

*It's just the sun making my face hot yeah that's it. The sun* Jesse thought to himself

Jesse had to get out of there, he couldn't be seen this vulnerable. This is why he didn't want to let anyone into his life. He closed his book, picked up his towel and got as far away from the beach as possible. He didn't have a car as he didn't have the money to afford one so he called a cab and went straight back to his house where he could hide away from the world. He jumped onto his bed face first so it could muffle his screaming from what had just happened. He laid there for a while and only lifted his head for a subtle breath of air. He flopped over and stared at the ceiling of the bedroom. He decided to get up after several minutes to make himself a late lunch, a sandwich to be exact. It was 1:33pm, and Jesse had just finished his lunch and he is just walking around cleaning up here and there then vacuuming as his house needed a clean as is was a mess. He sat down on the patio and stared out onto the land, thinking deeply. He put his hands into his pocket and he feels a piece of paper. Sudden realisation floods over him as it was the paper that man had given him before. Hanzo was it?.. He pulled the crumpled paper out of his pocket and stared at it for a few seconds before walking inside, placing it on the table, sitting in front of it and staring at it aimlessly questioning whether he should open it or not. After a few minutes of staring at the paper, he finally decided to open it and read whatever mysteries lay inside. To his surprise, it was a phone number. He held it in his hand, letting out a loud breath that he didn't realise he was holding in. As he didn't have a phone, he had to call it from the home phone. He waited until later that evening to call as he assumed that Hanzo was still at the beach with his friends. 

Jesse watched a movie or two to pass the time. It got to 7pm and he decided that he should call the number. He had already eaten his burritos for dinner and was ready to face this man... well not face, but talk at least... over the phone. Never the less, he was calling him. It was happening.