Even then, he still knew one thing:
it starts out small.
And then it grows, and grows. Unlike a garden starving for drop of water, he was met with all the rain needed to make that garden grow. Bountiful, never ceasing, he was given possibly too much, and the garden was soon left unattended. It grew, far beyond its boundaries, up to the point that Hanzo was certain it would grow past his ribcage, twine vines around his ribs and crawl out of his chest.
have yall ever read a fanfic so good that it punched all the air outta your lungs?? i have. go read Keep You On My Side because its one of my top fave mchanzo fics