Troubleshooting Headcanon: Clothing

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“I feel…fancy.” 

To this, Hanzo chuckled. “It’s simply a local festival, nothing more.”

“Ay, okay Señor No Fun. Always have to say it like it is,” Sombra chided. 

He scoffs lightly. “I find no use in not stating facts.” Just as he’s helping her with her yukata, he slips his hands into the miyatsukuchi, smoothing out the wrinkles in the front of the garb. As he slides his hands back out, he lets his fingers drag across the delicate skin of her ribs, causing her to shudder and jump in place. 

Hanzo tsks. “Now how will I manage to finish if you insist on moving like that?”

She squints her eyes at him though she matches his playful smirk. “Very funny, arquero.” 

Sombra and Hanzo always have to be careful no matter where they end up, though even more so when they happen to be in Mexico or Japan. They have notoriety in their homelands, with Hanzo being a much more severe case due to him technically still having an existing identity. 

However, at Sombra’s request, they take some time off, lest the “stress kill him”. Hanzo isn’t known for indulging in time off – he’s always stuck to a schedule and routine – it helps that he has every spare moment occupied, otherwise his mind tends to wander and through drink, becomes self destructive. So she makes up his mind for him and tells him that they’ll put aside a few hours to enjoy a local festival,a bit a ways from Hanamura. 

He decides to wear something simple – a thin but long sleeved shirt and dark jeans with his usual boots. His piercings might garner several stares but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. As long as he has his tattoo covered, they should be left in relative peace. While he’s never really cared for what others wear, just this once, he thought Sombra wouldn’t mind indulging in local couture.

She appears surprised at first but when they take a look in a few family-run stores, she finds the patterns appealing. He not so subtly makes hints about which colors would suit her and what he’d like to see her in. In the end, they choose a white yukata with a pale blue asagao flower print and a cornflower blue colored obi.

As he helps her put the yukata on, he can’t help but marvel at well it suits her. He’s always appreciated the sight of a beautiful woman in a yukata but this color contrasts well with her skin, eyes, and hair. 

Hanzo finishes tying the obi, turning it around so that the hane is at her back. He smooths out any remaining wrinkles and then steps back. “It is done.”

Sombra turns toward the mirror that hangs in the bedroom of their temporary, tiny apartment and whistles. “Who’s that pretty girl?” she asks playfully before turning back to him. “You’re pretty good at this, huh?” 

He approaches her, still appreciating the sight of her full form in the yukata and can’t help but give her a small, hardly there smile. “I have my fair share of talents.” He presses even closer and she lets him, taking her hands. “You are beautiful.” 

For once, she doesn’t respond with her cocky smirk or the ever-knowing roll of her eyes. She appears flustered. “I, ah, gracias.”

“Hm,” he chuckles. “Speechless, are you?” He enjoys the rare moments where he can be the one to tease her and render her unable to retort with immense satisfaction.

Sombra finally snaps out of it and shakes her head. “That’s my line, arquero. Now let’s get going. I want to see if Japanese festivals hold a candle to Mexican fiestas.”