McCree, Hanzo and Genji reacting to their s/o, who they haven't confessed their feelings to yet, spotting them while they busy training or working and just cracking into a beaming smile and wave? S/O's smile could put put the sun to shame.
I hope I got the prompt right ;w;
(It’s a little too long, but, tbh, I REEEAALLY got into this one >w< afufufufufu~)
Also, I’m sorry if the Genji one is a bit shorter, I feel like his situation would be best explained with fewer words :3
McCowboy’s heart just skips a beat, quickly making its take on the situation present. He’d swallow and wave back, probably dropping his revolver in the process.
If his crush starts giggling, he’d feel a familiar pang in his chest. He wouldn’t dare confess to such a sunbeam in the fear of dulling it.
After the thought runs through his head, his eyes would slowly lose their spark. His whole posture would sink ever-so-slightly. As if he’s withering.
If his crush notices and voices a concern, he’d begrudgingly lift his gaze towards them. Their eyes would be concerned, beady and moist, reflecting the sunlight like round stones.
Guilt would be eating at him like corrosion. Chewing on his lower lip, he’d make a simple request. A hug.
Though they don’t understand, they’d accept.
Resting in the fragile embrace, in that moment, McCree wouldn’t let himself be concerned with any consequences.
His teeth would probably clench, his posture straightening, as if to withstand the power of their smile, that seems to penetrate him so easily.
He’d nod back at them, trying to appear as in control of himself as possible, though on the inside, he’s probably melting into a puddle of incoherent gibberish.
If his crush leaves, he’d give himself a pat on the back, for getting through this trial of wills with flying colours.
If his crush, unfortunately makes their way to him, he’d really start panicking. He’d stand straighter, make his shoulders squarer, his head held high. (Though, to be honest, his crush would know all too well what’s going on~ >w>)
They’d probably tease him for looking so predatorial, as if they were a threat. They’d be hitting the nail repeatedly, cracking his facade little by little. After succeeding in reducing him to a blabbering mess they’d leave.
Hopefully, that’d trigger Tiddyman’s wounded pride and he’d act upon that, finally making the first move~
Genji would be well aware of his feelings and would try avoiding disappointment to the best of his abilities.
Though he knows he won’t be able to run for too long. He knows how his mind works.
He’d stop his training and greet them politely.
He wouldn’t want to indulge in his heart’s flutters, though the sweet temptation would definitely play against him. In that moment, he feels human again, and that confuses him.
He’d do his best to stay neutral, though he won’t refrain from a few flattering words.
He’s not ready yet. And he’d rather wait and understand, rather than rush in and regret it later.