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Hanzo vividly remembered the day he first saw Kuai Liang. Back then, Bi-Han had brought the young man with icy eyes into their clan, becoming the new Lin Kuei Grandmaster after their father's death. Hanzo had never seen Bi-Han's younger brother before. The Lin Kuei warrior seemed embarrassed, kept his gaze down, nervously clenched and unclenched his fingers, trying to make himself appear smaller.

Unlike his brother, Bi-Han was in a calm, even proud, state. He firmly squeezed the youth's shoulder in a show of support, whispered something in his ear, and the cryomancer relaxed.

Hanzo and Harumi exchanged glances. They had never seen such openly expressed timidity, such self-doubt. Hanzo looked more closely at his face. Pale, with dark circles under the eyes—a clear reflection of a sleepless night. A faint blush on his cheekbones, black eyelashes veiling eyes the color of pure frost. The young cryomancer was handsome. Tall, with broad shoulders—he turned out to be slightly taller than Hanzo himself, but of a similar build. Hanzo remembered that Kuai Liang was younger than his brother, which meant he was also four years younger than him and Harumi.

A familiar pang of jealousy pricked his heart as Harumi approached the young Lin Kuei warrior and offered her hand, bestowing a dazzling smile upon him. He respectfully accepted her handshake, looking at her with a cautious admiration that held a glimmer of burgeoning fondness.

Hanzo's expression darkened. Harumi's refined beauty and sunny charm were too obvious for anyone to miss. He himself had loved her in silence for five years, yet had never dared to tell her about his feelings. They were steadfast comrades in battle, and they were supposed to remain solely friends. It was already a heavenly blessing that Harumi treated Hanzo, a familyless ward of her clan, with kindness. And though at twenty-two, Hanzo was considered a promising fighter—one of the best warriors in the Shirai Ryu despite his youth—he understood that Harumi would always stand above him as the grandmaster's daughter, and his hopes for a romantic relationship were faint. She would give her heart to someone who was her equal.

Kuai Liang, as the grandmaster's younger brother, could be that equal. Adding to his status, he was also painfully beautiful. Every feature of his was perfection. Hanzo stared at the youth intently, noting everything. The fire of his jealousy highlighted the sharp cheekbones, the pale lips, the fragile tremor in his gaze, the elegant yet strong hands, the veins visible beneath the skin. He thought about how intoxicating it would be to run a finger along the delicate skin of his wrist, raising goosebumps from the sensitivity of the spot, then to cup his cheek with a palm, so the transparent blue eyes wouldn't look away from another's face, so the cryomancer's lips would part in astonishment and… Hanzo flinched, noticing that Bi-Han was staring at him oddly, even sternly. The Shirai Ryu warrior's overly intent, scrutinizing gaze flustered the young man. The pyromancer looked away.

His detected, obsessive jealousy would surely make Bi-Han mock him again in the near future—saying he's no rival to you, Hanzo, cool off, and better confess to Harumi already instead of pointlessly suffering over nonsense.

Hanzo knew he needed to show hospitality. This was his best friend's brother; the young man was disoriented and uncomfortable in a new place. He should stop staring so strangely, offer a warm smile, and assure Kuai Liang that he was welcome here, thereby showing Bi-Han his respect. However, meeting someone new had always seemed like a difficult task to him. He simply didn't know how to be friendly. His strength lay elsewhere.

He moved closer to the young cryomancer, experiencing a strange and unexpectedly intense agitation. He struggled to conceal it. He barely controlled his breathing, let alone his heartbeat. He made his face deliberately stony, devoid of any emotion.

"My name is Hanzo," he offered his hand.

"Kuai Liang," the cryomancer's quiet voice sounded pleasant to him. His fingers were cool due to his cryomancy, just like Bi-Han's. Hanzo involuntarily wondered if his own palms felt excessively hot to Kuai Liang by contrast? The Shirai Ryu warrior squeezed the other's hand a little tighter, firmer, testing his reaction to closer contact. Kuai Liang flinched and lowered his gaze. Hanzo felt the corner of his mouth twitch involuntarily. Bi-Han shot him a frankly displeased look, and Hanzo realized his behavior was awkward. He had held the touch longer than was proper.

"Pleased to meet you," he tossed out casually. Kuai Liang smiled timidly.

"And I, Hanzo."

Kuai Liang did not participate in missions and never left the Lin Kuei clan territory due to the will of the late grandmaster. Controlling cryomancy was difficult for the former leader's younger son. Hanzo knew from his friend that the youth had grown up in isolation. Perhaps that was the source of his current timidity. Bi-Han, in truth, had rarely shared what was happening in his family, despite inquiries from Hanzo and Harumi. Now, as the new grandmaster, Bi-Han intended to bring his brother into their shared circle. To introduce him to the Shirai Ryu clan, long-time allies of the Lin Kuei, so the young cryomancer could build useful connections and learn their techniques. Integration had always been a key aspect of their alliance.

Hanzo did not attempt to join the conversation, preferring instead to observe and listen. It was mainly Bi-Han and Harumi who did the talking, asking the young cryomancer about his impressions. They were trying to make him feel more at ease and relaxed in their company, to get him to open up. But the young man answered briefly and reservedly, revealing practically no details. He was clearly feeling constrained and awkward. His voice remained too quiet, his words came out with difficulty, slowly, offering nothing to latch onto to continue the dialogue.

Hanzo smirked again, trying to gauge whether Harumi liked their new acquaintance. She often looked at him, yet maintained a respectable distance. Her body language suggested friendliness, but not attraction. Though, that could still develop in the future.

Hanzo's gaze was fixed on the cryomancer's dark-haired head. His hair wasn't long, like his brother's. A practical cut? Or perhaps he just didn't want the extra hassle of dealing with it? Generally speaking, one really should be careful in battle—the pyromancer knew this from personal experience. Within the clan's territory, he wore his hair in a long, high ponytail, but during training and on missions, he preferred to hide it under a hood or tie it up in a tight bun to prevent an enemy from gaining an advantage. Grabbing the cryomancer by the hair would be difficult. It looked smooth, shining in the light. Hanzo imagined how the black strands might slip through his fingers. Of course, short hair was more practical. The fact that Bi-Han's brother had chosen that hairstyle was tactically sound.

The line of his hair gave way to his neck. Hanzo noticed a small mole there, where a short strand had fallen as he walked, concealing it from view. The Lin Kuei warrior wore revealing clothing. Probably to avoid discomfort from the heat. Cryomancers are extremely sensitive to warmth. He knew this thanks to his friendship with Bi-Han.

His gaze traveled over his bare shoulders, the curve of his back, the silver bracers on his wrists. The Lin Kuei armor was too exposed. Hanzo couldn't imagine daring to wear such gear himself. However, for cryomancers, this was standard practice. Ice served as reliable armor, and the lightness of the gear didn't hinder mobility. Speed was a crucial advantage in battle, sometimes even more important than protection. It could be the very thing that turns defeat into victory. Kuai Liang likely fought the same way as his brother. Hanzo wanted to see him in training, to assess his skills.

He pondered again just how much the cryomancer might appeal to Harumi. She had never shown romantic interest in anyone in her entire life, even going so far as to not speak to her father for a week after he suggested the possibility of strengthening ties with the Lin Kuei through a political marriage with Bi-Han. Hanzo could understand her. Bi-Han was her childhood friend. He was almost like a brother to her. Naturally, she fiercely refused to marry him. She wanted to choose her own spouse. Bi-Han wasn't right for her.

But Kuai Liang, whom she had barely seen in childhood, yet who had appeared in the prime of his youth, radiating an aura of captivating, almost hypnotic influence on those around him—he could very well become an object of her keen interest.

Hanzo could easily imagine how simple it would be to fall for Bi-Han's brother. For Harumi, a kind girl who had once fussed over him as well, seeing his loneliness and insecurity after his parents died, Kuai Liang's shyness would present a similar reason to help him integrate into society, to guide him in the beginning. From that, a deep romantic feeling could grow. In fact, she was already drawing closer to him to care for him, while the pyromancer remained silent, walking behind, his gaze fixed on the cryomancer's back.

The cryomancer's timidity, not masked by rudeness like Hanzo's own, would be just another reason for connection, a way to melt his guarded defenses. After all, what could be better than seeing clear blue eyes gradually fill with trust, looking at you with a mixture of budding adoration and admiration? It would be difficult for anyone to resist something like that. And if the Grandmaster were to propose strengthening ties with the allied clan through him, Harumi might not resist so vehemently. Why would she, when the young man was so very handsome, when he so surprisingly easily aroused attraction? His very presence was an incredible temptation to those around him. It was quite easy to imagine lips gliding down his pale neck, those unusual, light-colored eyes half-closed in flustered pleasure, his beautiful lips whispering a name…

Hanzo blinked sharply, meeting the gaze of the subject of his thoughts. Kuai Liang had turned around, looking at him intently, as if trying to analyze him. Hanzo felt a wave of heat constrict his muscles. It was difficult to breathe. What was he even thinking about? Imagining all sorts of foolishness! He turned away, looking down at his feet. His heart was pounding somewhere in his throat. He swallowed. In the ensuing silence, he felt as though everyone had noticed his awkwardness and embarrassment. But, as usual, he was exaggerating, because Harumi and Bi-Han continued their conversation.

That day, Hanzo remained silent, unable to think of a topic for conversation. He just watched, although he tried not to, or at least not to do it so obviously. Kuai Liang remained just as tense, despite the efforts of his brother and Harumi; he didn't smile openly, nor did he laugh once.

Hanzo knew he should have felt relieved, that his rival was certainly not the life of the party. Nevertheless, his tension only increased.

Kuai Liang was supposed to spend six months with them, to learn the techniques of the Shirai Ryu, the allied clan. And Hanzo wasn't sure he was glad about that. After all, the young man was too dangerous. In that time, Harumi would surely fall in love with him.

So he approached him himself, when he saw him training. Because you need to know your rival by sight. All his weaknesses and strengths. That's why he suggested how to better execute a particular technique. And he even demonstrated his own pyromancy. So that he could see that Hanzo, too, possessed his own advantages in battle.

In sparring, Kuai Liang proved to be good. Despite the fact that for a long time his gift was beyond his control, his physical skills, apparently, the cryomancer had been honing since childhood. Agile, strong, calculating, able to exploit others' weaknesses. Hanzo himself didn't notice how, at the end of the training, a smirk spread across his face against his will. For the first time, he found fighting someone so interesting. However, that was understandable. Kuai Liang was, after all, his potential rival, the one who might take Harumi away. Learning something new about that aspect was an extremely useful and captivating activity.

Kuai Liang remained just as silent as on the day they met, and Hanzo didn't try to further their conversation. But he didn't get the feeling that he had wasted his time. He was only afraid that his own gloominess would push the cryomancer away prematurely. But he couldn't help himself. He didn't want to show excessive agitation around him.

In the following days, he approached him again and again. He didn't deliberately try to time it so that Kuai Liang would be alone, but he still wanted to understand his thought process, his character, his tactics. And the best way to do that was to be with him one-on-one.

He studied his techniques, demonstrated his own, and when something resembling admiration first appeared in those cold eyes across from him, Hanzo felt a sense of triumph so powerful it was almost deafening. That's right. You should fear me. I know how to impress, too. He hadn't performed one of his most difficult moves right before his eyes for nothing.

Kuai Liang was still reserved, and yet they began to talk. About neutral things, like the weather, preferences, or moods. Hanzo tried not to think about his jealousy in those moments. Because various visions would arise in his mind, and he didn't want Kuai Liang to somehow read the reflection of what was going on in his head in his eyes.

Hanzo sometimes experienced an unpleasant feeling when he came upon Kuai Liang with someone else from the Shirai Ryu warriors or with Harumi. He wouldn't intentionally approach the cryomancer at such times, merely observing from a distance. Would the young man smile? Would he allow someone to get close to him? Would he become friends with anyone?

He would look away if he noticed the cryomancer showing friendliness towards others. But he wouldn't try to leave, because analyzing his rival remained paramount. How does the Lin Kuei warrior behave with others, how does he interact, who does he like? Hanzo wanted to know everything.

He had become so accustomed to analyzing everything related to the cryomancer that he wasn't the least bit surprised to see him in a dream. He was looking at him with admiration and shyness, smiling softly and sincerely. Hanzo stepped closer, feeling a mixture of anxiety and excitement.

"Did you like my technique?" he asked hoarsely. Warmth flickered in the cryomancer's blue eyes.

"Yes," he said quietly, falteringly.

"Do you admire me?" — in his dream, Hanzo could afford to be more direct. Kuai Liang nodded. His usually pale face flushed slightly. And the pyromancer again felt as if he had won some important competition. The feeling of satisfaction, mixed with a strange fear, was extremely strong.

"Say it," he wanted it to sound commanding and serious, but his voice wavered. His heart began to beat faster. Kuai Liang lowered his gaze and stubbornly shook his head. Hanzo stepped almost right up to him. His hand slid across his cheek, touched his chin. The cryomancer's skin was cool and smooth. "I affect you," he murmured. "You can't hide that, Kuai Liang. Your embarrassment speaks for itself. You like me. I know it. I just need to understand how much. Will you grant my wish? For me."

Kuai Liang finally looked directly at him. In that gaze, Hanzo saw everything he had so desperately wanted. Turmoil, longing, a mixture of fear and attraction. It was intoxicating. The other's lips parted slightly. His eyes looked back with trust and a smoldering fire deep within. And Hanzo did what seemed most natural, most desired in that moment. He pressed his mouth to those lips, so inviting—to him. Captivating and maddening. He cupped the back of his neck, greedily molding his mouth against the other's in a kiss. Finally, finally, finally. How much I have wanted this, pulsed feverishly in his mind. He wrapped his arms around the other's body, pressed him against the wall, striving to quench his thirst. But before he could do anything more, he opened his eyes.

A grey ceiling. The pre-dawn darkness. Time to wake up. Hanzo ran a hand over his lips, feeling slightly embarrassed. Why had he suddenly dreamed that dream? He only remembered that he had wanted confirmation of his superiority. And instead… He pressed his hands to his flushed cheeks. It's just excessive attentiveness, driven by jealousy. It doesn't mean anything! He… doesn't want to kiss him. He closed his eyes, feeling a slight annoyance that the dream had ended so abruptly. Of course, he doesn't feel any desire to kiss him. He was just mistaken.

For the rest of that day, he couldn't help but analyze whether anything would flicker across Kuai Liang's face that mirrored his dream. It couldn't have been for nothing, right? Hanzo knew Harumi would explain it all rationally and logically. If he dreamed that he was kissing his younger comrade, then there must be a valid reason for it. Perhaps he really did arouse such desires in Kuai Liang, and Hanzo had simply subconsciously picked up on it. He was trembling with curiosity to confirm his guess. But the cryomancer didn't look at all like someone burning with secret desire. There was warmth in his gaze—just like in the dream. Embarrassment and a hint of admiration, too. But longing, desire? Hanzo couldn't find it, no matter how hard he looked. He wondered how he would act if he discovered that Kuai Liang desired him? A pleasant shiver ran through his body. It would be confirmation of his significance, his power, his influence. The very prospect was attractive. He could calmly approach, touch him, knowing it wouldn't cause fear or rejection.

"Hanzo, are you even listening to me?" Harumi glanced at him quizzically. Hanzo blinked. "I'm asking what you think of Bi-Han's younger brother's skills? You've taken him under your wing, it seems."

"Ah, yes," Hanzo flushed with embarrassment. Apparently, the close proximity of the object of his affection had such a strong effect on him that he was daydreaming. "Of course. He is very good," he wasn't going to lie, even if it added points to his rival in Harumi's eyes. "You'll see for yourself."

Sometimes Hanzo couldn't take his eyes off how the cryomancer moved. His movements were gliding, swift, and efficient. Astonishing control over his element. He could stand firm as a rock, erecting an ice wall in his opponent's path. He could freeze them. Blind them. Create an unstable, slick surface. Hanzo melted his ice with his own flames, but he admitted that Kuai Liang was a formidable opponent. What surprised him was that Bi-Han's brother hadn't left the clan's territory for so long. A warrior like him should have been sent on missions, they should be proud of his strength, his power. But when he asked Bi-Han about it, his friend lowered his gaze. His face became sad.

"He is powerful. And that is his weakness. He has been creating ice in unprecedented forms since childhood. He perceived everything as a game, with no sense of restraint. Everything came easily to him. Until it turned into a disaster. He once hurt the children he was playing with. Naturally, their families were furious. They had great influence over the Grandmaster. He had to choose: either his son, or the well-being and safety of the majority. The father chose. Kuai Liang was forbidden from approaching others. He trained in solitude. Only I, our father, and the mage-scholars could speak with him. I think I could have been in his place. But I was lucky; cryomancy was always obedient to me. With Kuai Liang… it was different," Bi-Han seemed sad, pain flickering in his pale blue eyes. "He injured himself repeatedly. That scar on his face… He did that to himself. He hurt others if he was nervous or scared. Ice crawled uncontrollably up his arms, filling the space around him. Ice spikes shot upwards. The temperature dropped instantly, making it hard to breathe from the unnatural cold. Father initially kept me away from him, but I would come anyway. I tried to teach him to make the control over his power unbreakable. Father was nervous; he had never encountered anything like this in his entire life. The mages said it was hopeless and that my brother would have to live in isolation until his death. Kuai Liang cried, he got angry, but in the end he became completely submissive. Quieter than water, lower than the grass. That was exactly what father demanded of him. Considering that our mother died in childbirth precisely when Kuai Liang was born… My brother fell out of favor. But I didn't want to believe the prognoses. And now I see that even when Kuai Liang is emotionally distraught, he won't hurt anyone. That fills my heart with immense joy. I want my brother to find harmony, happiness, and friends. I was told you've taken an interest in him. Please, be gentle with him if you wish to interact with him. I won't forgive you, Hanzo, if you hurt him."

Hanzo simply nodded. A strange sensation of intense pain constricted his chest. He could barely hold back his tears. He didn't understand himself. Lying awake at night, he tossed and turned, imagining just how deep and acute the loneliness the cryomancer must have felt, and how shocking it must have been for him to be among so many strangers for the first time when Bi-Han brought him to the Shirai Ryu. Hanzo felt a burning guilt for the envy and jealousy that had driven him in the first days of their acquaintance. He didn't want to hurt him. Knowing the whole truth, he longed to protect him, to show Kuai Liang that he could be safe, that he could be normal. His own torments about being unworthy, about being an outcast, seemed petty in the face of the pure, silent suffering this young man, his younger companion, had endured. He closed his eyes, feeling an incredible lump in his throat. He realized with crystal clarity that he would never hurt him, for the very thought of it was sacrilege to him.

He really did become softer, even though he didn't stop seeing him as a rival. Because despite his traumatic past, Kuai Liang remained a strong, handsome, and desirable person. He shouldn't let his guard down completely. Still, Hanzo found it pleasant to smile at him openly and no longer bite his lips in an attempt to restrain himself. It was pleasant to no longer hide his joy and literally shine at the sight of his younger companion, knowing that this was no longer inappropriate. He stopped hiding his affection, understanding that this was what Kuai Liang needed. And when his rival began to smile back at him more and more often, when those beautiful eyes lit up with similar joy at their meetings, Hanzo felt his head spin with a strange delight. Kuai Liang was beginning to trust him more. And Hanzo was not about to break that trust for anything in the world.

One day, he got into a fight with one of the guys because he found Kuai Liang's awkwardness amusing. Hanzo wasn't about to let anyone mock his charge, so he challenged the insolent man to a duel. Let him answer for his words.

Of course, if Harumi found out about it, she would most likely reprimand him for disrupting order in the Shirai Ryu. However, Hanzo felt that he was in the right in this situation. It was not right to insult a guest in the clan. This Hideo needed a lesson in good manners. It wasn't the first time they had fought over differences of opinion, avoiding Harumi's watchful eye.

After the fight, Hideo left, spitting blood. Hanzo stared dejectedly at his own reflection in a polished brass shield. He looked rough. Hideo had roughed him up in the fight, too. The bruise under his eye would definitely attract attention. But oh well, he could say he tripped and fell badly. Or try to find Bi-Han to save the situation. Hanzo knew the cryomancer wouldn't ask unnecessary questions, unlike Harumi.

With some indignation, he recalled Hideo's taunt during the fight.

"Oh, don't tell me you've fallen for the snow statue, Hanzo, is that why you're defending him so fiercely? You haven't left his side, showing off for him. Everyone's noticed. Does that mean Harumi is mine now? Do I have a chance again without your shadow looming behind her?"

Hanzo clenched his teeth. His cheeks burned with rage. Damned Hideo. Always sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. Infuriating!

"Idiot," he hissed through his teeth. "What a moron."

Despite the duel, his anger hadn't subsided. He got up and froze in place, noticing Kuai Liang. His heart beat excitedly in his chest. He felt a flush, thinking again about Hideo's words. Damn fool. Maybe he should find him and fight him again? He stepped closer to the cryomancer.

"I tripped on the stairs and fell," he blurted out, before the other could ask anything in advance. Kuai Liang blinked in astonishment.

"That's… not very…" he hadn't changed his habit of communicating awkwardly and stiffly. For Hanzo, it was already a victory when the cryomancer spoke in long sentences. Noticeable concern flickered in his blue eyes. "Does it hurt a lot?" his voice was quiet, as usual. Hanzo moved closer, feeling his usual excitement and joy.

"No," he shook his head and smiled, admiring the cryomancer's appearance. For some reason, all his anger and irritation at Hideo vanished. He felt nothing but euphoria. "Everything is fine."

"I… could… help…" Kuai Liang cautiously raised his hand. Hanzo froze. The desire for the cryomancer to touch his face was too intense, all-consuming. "If you're… not afraid… if you'll allow me… I won't hurt you… I promise… Bi-Han taught me everything…"

Hanzo nodded sharply and quickly.

"Yes, yes, do it. You'd be helping me a lot," he blurted out rapidly. Kuai Liang blinked again.

"Is that a 'yes'?" he asked again.

"Yes," Hanzo repeated more slowly, feeling embarrassed by his impulsiveness. Kuai Liang stepped so close to him that Hanzo could see the flutter of his eyelashes, their shadow on his cheek. Kuai Liang gently touched his face, almost soothingly. Hanzo didn't move, as if afraid to scare him off. He closed his eyelids, absorbing the touch. His hands were cool, but captivating. His fingers traced the outline of the bruise, and then the magic sank into his skin. Hanzo took a deep breath. He wasn't afraid that his younger companion would hurt him. Kuai Liang was in full control of his gift. But the sensation was unfamiliar. Bi-Han's cryomancy was like a frosty prick. Kuai Liang's magic, however, flowed like ice water into every pore of his skin. It wasn't unpleasant, just unusual.

"It's done," Kuai Liang exhaled quietly. "I didn't hurt you." His fingertips trembled slightly as they traced the healed area of skin. Hanzo opened his eyes. He saw fear in the cryomancer's eyes, and immense relief. A painful tenderness flooded the pyromancer completely. He pressed his companion's hand to his face and smiled. Kuai Liang smiled back, shyly but sincerely.

"Thank you," Hanzo whispered. "It's wonderful."

Seeing the pale cheeks flush slightly was incredibly pleasant.

Perhaps that's when everything changed. Hanzo caught himself thinking that he needed physical contact with Kuai Liang. He timidly took his friend's hand, carefully analyzing his reaction. Is he displeased? Uncomfortable? Should he let go?

Contrary to his fears, the young cryomancer relaxed and smiled, squeezing his fingers in return, as if he liked the gesture. Hanzo showed him all sorts of places that stirred him with their beauty. The thought that his friend wouldn't live in their clan forever made him sad. He even considered transferring to the Lin Kuei for his companion's sake, knowing Bi-Han would allow it, but his love for Harumi held him back. Lately, he had been paying little attention to her, not trying too hard to impress her, seeking to spend all his free time with Kuai Liang instead. And now he needed to make up for it.

He could see that Harumi was a little upset with him for no longer spending time in their established trio, preferring to take Kuai Liang to quiet, secluded spots. It was just that when they were alone, the cryomancer opened up more. He talked about the stars, about the North Star at the very center of the celestial axis, about the nature of cryomancy. His voice ceased to be faltering and barely audible; it flowed smoothly, and Hanzo listened, enchanted. He himself shared things he had never revealed to anyone. That he feared floods, that he still longed for his parents but was afraid to show it, not wanting to be accused of ingratitude, that it upset him when someone in the clan treated him condescendingly simply because he wasn't born into it.

"I understand, " Kuai Liang would reply, looking into his eyes, and Hanzo felt as if he was being seen through completely. Sometimes he thought about sharing his feelings for Harumi, asking for advice—after all, Kuai Liang delved into everything and revealed many things to Hanzo from a new perspective—but something held him back. Perhaps he was afraid that

Kuai Liang might also fall in love with Harumi. The very thought made him uneasy. His throat would tighten, something would drop inside him, and he didn't even want to imagine it. As if the very possibility that there could be a special person for Kuai Liang, someone who stirred feelings in him, was unpleasant and painful.

So he remained silent, just as he remained silent about the fact that the cryomancer periodically appeared in his dreams in various strange ways. Sometimes Hanzo would kiss him with rapture, feeling the delight of a fulfilled desire. Sometimes he would face rejection and misunderstanding, and these dreams only heightened his feelings of shame and fear. He was afraid of one day encountering such a look in reality. Of realizing that all these emotions evoked nothing but disgust in his younger companion. Hanzo understood that he shouldn't think that way, and some part of him despised these dreams, because Kuai Liang trusted him and would hardly be able to treat him the same way if he ever found out about them. Considering his past, all Hanzo could possibly encounter was fear and rejection. Not reciprocated attraction.

However, he loved Harumi, after all, and it was her he should desire to kiss, not someone else. And Hanzo found these thoughts pleasant in their own way, but the bitterness of knowing it would never happen because his feelings were unrequited was too strong. Therefore, any possible fantasies were cut short. He didn't want to spoil his mood unnecessarily. How could he possibly attract Harumi's attention if he didn't stand out in any special way? When even his exploits were merely his duty, and he got into trouble far more often?

Involuntarily, Hanzo wondered who Kuai Liang might fall in love with. The most likely candidate was Harumi. She was kind to the young cryomancer, often smiling at him, even though he remained stiff in her presence. That was the only possible option.

Of course, there were other girls in the clan, but Hanzo doubted they would spark any interest in his younger companion. However, who knows. The ways of fate are inscrutable. Or perhaps Kuai Liang might be attracted to one of the young men? Hanzo felt a boiling rage at the very thought. Oh no! Those rascals wouldn't get his cryomancer! No one deserved him. If anyone was to become his beloved, it would be someone ready to protect and care for him. Hanzo had no doubt that his friend's charm would attract many, but would they be worthy? Perhaps he should ask Kuai Liang who he might hypothetically like. This thought stirred him because he wanted to know what qualities a potential chosen one should possess for his friend to fall in love with them. Still, the pyromancer hesitated, for some reason feeling embarrassed and afraid that such a delicate topic might reveal his unwanted feelings.

And yet, something had to be done about the dreams and desires, because one not-so-fine day, while correcting his younger companion's stance, Hanzo suddenly realized that it was, essentially, unnecessary. The cryomancer stood tense, barely breathing. And Hanzo involuntarily held his breath as well. His own movements were extremely stiff. He barely restrained himself from burying his nose in Kuai Liang's neck, inhaling the scent of his skin, brushing his lips against it. A wave of heat and embarrassment rose within him again, unexpectedly strong this time. He hadn't expected his desires to only grow, not subside as he had hoped. He quickly adjusted the stance and stepped back, clenching his hands into fists. He averted his gaze. It was wrong to think like that. His younger companion trusted him, saw him as a friend, and Hanzo… He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, calming himself. Why was he being punished like this?

He tried not to touch him anymore, thinking it would help, but the dreams only intensified. Clearly, he didn't know who to turn to with this problem. He had only three friends. Kuai Liang himself; Harumi, the object of his affection, with whom he couldn't discuss sexual desire for another person; and Bi-Han, Kuai Liang's older brother. Hanzo could perfectly imagine just how "delighted" Bi-Han would be if Hanzo was foolish enough to share these thoughts with him. A fight would be unavoidable, that was obvious even to a blind man. The only thing worse would be if Kuai Liang found out about it from Bi-Han. And it was quite inevitable that the older brother might say that Hanzo should not associate with him. Therefore, Hanzo felt trapped and couldn't find a proper way out. The only method was to suppress all these inappropriate emotions. Hanzo had no intention of losing Kuai Liang's friendship. Because these had been the happiest four months of his life. He had never felt such joy and euphoria from interacting with anyone. But suppressing the unacceptable desires seemed nearly impossible in the cryomancer's presence. And Hanzo wasn't about to avoid him either. So, a significant dilemma was brewing. 

Hanzo decided not to think about it for a while, as Harumi's name day was approaching. He realized that her birthday was a perfect opportunity to distinguish himself. In the evenings, he wove a necklace of amber, to match the color of her honey-brown eyes. He sincerely hoped that she would like the gift and be delighted with it. He wanted to please his friend. He had given her small things before, and she had always accepted them with sincere surprise; it was clear she appreciated his gestures of attention. And now he wasn't going to change his habits. It took him a couple of weeks to create the gift. And when it was ready, he eagerly awaited the moment he could present it to her. Perhaps he could finally confess his feelings to Harumi and get a definitive answer. It was as if his weariness from the uncertainty had now reached its peak.

If it turned out that she felt nothing for him, which was most likely, then he would simply close that chapter and switch to something else. At least he would know for certain that he would never be her beloved. And strangely enough, that didn't seem as hopeless and disheartening as before. Perhaps Bi-Han was right, and he should have confessed long ago. If he had received a definitive rejection, he wouldn't have suffered so long from constantly swinging between longing, despair, and surges of hope.

He almost shared this thought with Kuai Liang, but for some reason he held back. He didn't want to discuss his unrequited love with his best friend. Especially since Hanzo admitted to himself that he enjoyed it when Kuai Liang spoke, and he strived to give him that space.

"Did you know that in Khaosrealm, water flows upward, against gravity?" The young cryomancer looked delighted. "I'd like to go there someday."

Hanzo thought about it. Through his duties and missions, he had visited Outworld many times, but Khaosrealm and Orderrealm were places closed to outsiders. Still, the genuine delight in his friend's eyes was contagious, so Hanzo smiled.

"I think someday you and I will visit that place. Life is long, there will be missions enough for everything."

In such moments of trust, he felt maximally happy and wanted nothing other than this time. He couldn't imagine how he would live without such conversations.

Kuai Liang placed his head on Hanzo's shoulder, and Hanzo's heart was seized with a painful tenderness. He adored him so much. His hands reached out on their own to turn him and pull him into an embrace. Emotions always guided him; it was hard for him to restrain them. He placed his palm on the cryomancer's head and ran it through his hair with pleasure. It was exactly as he had imagined. He pressed him closer, feeling his heart pound with excitement. Hanzo stroked Kuai Liang's head, whispering tender things—how good he was, how much he enjoyed spending time with him, how he couldn't take his eyes off him because looking at him was a pure delight; that he was beautiful, charming, intelligent, and the most wonderful person he knew. It was unclear how far he would have gone if Kuai Liang hadn't interrupted him, asking in a hoarse whisper:

"Hanzo… What are you doing?"

Hanzo sighed. His lack of restraint wasn't doing him any favors. He didn't want to scare the cryomancer, and his sudden outburst of tenderness clearly seemed inappropriate. He pulled back, anxiously studying the beloved face.

"You don't like it?"

Kuai Liang flushed crimson. It was the first time Hanzo had seen him so embarrassed.

"I… no… I do like it… it's just… I don't understand…"

"I'm expressing the feelings you evoke in me," Hanzo said simply. "I'm sorry if it's too… intrusive…"

"Expressing… feelings?" Kuai Liang closed his eyes, thinking something over to himself. "So, this is a display of your affection for me?"

"Yes," Hanzo nodded. "Exactly."

This was both the truth and something of an understatement of his emotions. No one else evoked such a storm within him.

"Okay…" Kuai Liang reached out to him, embracing him, and Hanzo took another deep breath, wrapping his arms around him in return. He couldn't believe his luck. His hands stroked his back; he was intoxicated by the trust, the affection that Kuai Liang had shown him by not rejecting his emotions.

"I adore you," he breathed sincerely, unable to let go. "You're my miracle."

Kuai Liang's arms, pulling him closer, were a silent response to Hanzo's words.

At the birthday celebration, everything initially went as Hanzo had planned. Harumi, radiant and happy, accepted congratulations with a smile. She, Hanzo, and Bi-Han were the same age, but she was a few months older than Hanzo and two months younger than Bi-Han. Hanzo congratulated her after both cryomancers had given her their gifts and offered their ceremonial well-wishes. In his nervousness, Hanzo didn't notice what exactly the brothers had given her. He remembered Kuai Liang's presence beside him at first, since they had arrived together, but when he approached the girl on unsteady legs, he found himself alone.

"I made this for you," Hanzo produced the necklace. It shimmered in the candlelight like molten gold. "I worked on it for weeks. I hope you like it," he lowered his gaze.

"Hanzo…" Harumi's eyes lit up. "This means so much to me. Thank you."

She came very close, and Hanzo carefully, gently fastened the necklace around her neck, accidentally brushing her skin with his fingertips. It was warm and soft. Someone from the crowd applauded, calling out that they looked beautiful together. Hanzo grew even more embarrassed. He was pleased that the girl liked the gift, and that his plan to confess to her was half-complete. Yet for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to tell her about his feelings. There were too many people around. He stepped back, not noticing her expectant and even slightly disappointed look. And then the moment was lost, as others approached Harumi. Her friends, brothers, father. He stepped aside, not knowing what to do. He should have caught her alone to tell her about his long-standing love and ask her to be with him. But for some reason, he felt no confidence at all.

The light from the chandeliers and countless candles was blinding. The noise of the guests, their cheerful laughter, caused discomfort. Hanzo searched with his eyes for the familiar black-haired head, but the cryomancer was nowhere to be found. Although he remembered that Kuai Liang had definitely been next to him when he was putting the necklace on Harumi. He rubbed his temples, feeling tired. And he felt relief when he spotted Bi-Han. Surely he would know where his brother was.

"Kuai Liang?" Bi-Han seemed puzzled. "He left. You know he's uncomfortable around large groups of people. He said he was going to rest. He apologized to the birthday girl in advance. Harumi didn't mind."

"I see," Hanzo felt disappointment. He had hoped to stand with his friend throughout the celebration; perhaps his presence would have helped the cryomancer relax and have fun. Although, if he didn't even want to stay with his brother, then he truly wished to be alone. Still, something gnawed at his soul.

He went outside, wondering where Kuai Liang might have gone. It was a starry night, and his friend hated enclosed spaces, so he likely wouldn't have gone to his room. He would probably be sitting in the garden or by the riverbank. Hanzo headed towards those places, hoping to find his friend and talk. He only wanted to make sure everything was alright. Of course, he missed his company, but if he needed personal space, he would leave. He would just check to make sure it wasn't sadness.

His feet led him to the river on their own. His heart fluttered with excitement when he spotted the familiar silhouette. He called out, but he didn't respond. Hanzo cautiously approached, feeling anxious. Usually, Kuai Liang always noticed him.

He knelt down beside him and looked at him. And he froze, noticing that he was covering his face with his hands, as if hiding. Hanzo felt only greater anxiety, overwhelming him. He didn't think, he acted. He touched his hands, noting with astonishment that they were wet. Kuai Liang… was crying? He immediately cupped his face in his hands, wiping away the tears, gazing anxiously into his eyes.

"What happened?" Fear and sorrow simultaneously made him rush his words. "Who hurt you? Tell me, I'll deal with them. Was it that idiot Hideo? Or is it because of memories of the past?"

Had this happened six months ago, he would have felt contempt for a young man who couldn't control his emotions and cried like an immature child. But now, he would have fought himself if he'd heard that. The desire to protect him from pain was stronger than anything.

"It's… it's nothing important…" In moments of distress, Kuai Liang would revert to his constrained, slow manner of speaking. "It''ll pass…"

Hanzo just shook his head. He pulled him into an embrace, trying frantically to understand the reason his friend had left the celebration so sad.

"No, it is important," he objected fervently. "Nothing could be more important than you."

Kuai Liang looked up, timidly, as if in disbelief.

"Can I… not talk about it… please…"

Hanzo nodded. He was ready to do anything to make the cryomancer feel better. He stroked his back, whispering something soothing. And Kuai Liang relaxed, his breathing becoming more even, the quiet sobs ceasing. The pyromancer still didn't understand why his friend had been crying, for what reason, but he hoped that later he would trust him enough to tell the truth. For now, he wanted to cheer him up.

"They say a meteor shower will streak across the sky tonight. We can watch it," he said softly. "Do you want to go to the hill, see it all, spend some time together?"

A flutter of nervous excitement rose within him. He waited. He was afraid Kuai Liang might refuse his offer, though he knew he would leave if he directly said he wanted to be alone or go to sleep.

"Yes," a first smile shone on his face. Hanzo took a deep breath, feeling the weight in his heart grow lighter.

"Let's go," he extended his hand, and Kuai Liang took it. The cryomancer's willingness to follow him warmed his heart incredibly. "The main thing is that the clouds don't cover the sky."

They walked with a spring in their step, unable to contain their anticipation. And when the sky lit up with golden meteors, when they watched all night, sitting on the grass, seeing a shooting star every few minutes or half an hour, Hanzo thought he wished it could always be like this. That it could be just the two of them, sitting so close their shoulders touched, their hands never having let go, so he could see that genuine, quiet smile, the light in those eyes that, for a moment, seemed more beautiful to Hanzo than all the stars in the world. He had never felt happier.

And when the fleeting summer night began to fade, Hanzo walked Kuai Liang back to his quarters. He embraced him goodbye, feeling the familiar peace and bliss when his friend's strong arms pulled him close.

"Your past doesn't define you," he said sincerely. He felt he had to say it. "You're a beautiful, strong, and incredible person. You never should have had to go through something like that. But I won't leave you. I'll always be with you."

These were the most sincere words, coming straight from his heart.

"Thank you…" Kuai Liang looked at him with such warmth that Hanzo held his breath. Then the cryomancer reached out and touched his cheek. And Hanzo instantly forgot how to breathe. He was mesmerized. Kuai Liang had had such a captivating effect on him from the very beginning that the pyromancer couldn't help himself. He was overwhelmed by emotion. He was like metal shavings near a magnet. Kuai Liang simply existed, and Hanzo was already drawn to him, unable to resist. "You're so kind to me. You're always so attentive. Thank you."

He lowered his hand, and Hanzo nearly reached out to follow it. He wanted to close the distance between them, to kiss him, to say what he truly felt. He stepped forward as if in a dream, slowly extending his hand. But someone called out to Hanzo. Sharply, shattering all the enchantment of the moment.

"Hey, idiot," it was Hideo. "While you were gone, I danced with Harumi."

Hanzo frowned. He highly doubted that she had actually danced with that show-off. However, that wasn't on his mind right now. He just felt annoyed.

"And what are you two doing together?" he grinned smugly. "Was Hanzo showing you the sights, dearest guest?" His tone was innocent, but Hanzo felt a strong urge to hit his clansman with something. "I suppose Hanzo is… very friendly. And clearly fascinated by your… skills."

"Yes," Kuai Liang nodded cautiously. "Hanzo is very attentive and kind. I'm so glad he's accompanying me and kindly spending his time."

"Kind?" Hideo drawled. "Sure. Although, perhaps he's motivated by other things… Everyone in the clan has noticed he can't take his eyes off you… But you're happy about that, aren't you? You're reciprocating fully, is that it? Is that why you two hide away together in every nook and cranny? Does your brother even know about this?"

Hanzo felt a mixture of rage and humiliation. This damned Hideo was insulting them both, and while he could tolerate something directed at himself, the very thought that the cryomancer would have to listen to this made everything inside him boil.

"Hideo," Hanzo gave a dark smirk. "Remember that day we had our little talk… and how you left, satisfied with the conversation? Feeling nostalgic tonight, are we? The drink isn't agreeing with you. You've never had much self-control, and now you're completely plastered. Let me walk you back," he strode towards him. His smile resembled a snarl. "We'll have a private chat. Kuai Liang…" he turned. "Good night to you."

He looked visibly confused and bewildered, but still nodded politely.

"Good night, Hanzo. Hideo," he entered his room and closed the door. Hanzo quickly approached Hideo and grabbed him by the elbow, gripping tightly, his fingers digging in.

"Watch your mouth," he hissed at him. "Have you completely lost your mind? If the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu finds out you're provoking the younger brother of the leader of an allied clan, you'll be in serious trouble. This is an important strategic alliance, built for centuries on the friendship between our clans. Show him some respect."

"Hanzo…" Hideo smiled drunkenly. "But you're the one creating all these reasons for gossip. You look at him like a starving dog at a bone. Even me and the others feel embarrassed by such blatant behavior. Maybe you're the one who should show some restraint, instead of staring at him so openly. If the Grandmaster is going to accuse anyone of disrespect, it'll be you. But then again, what else can you expect from someone who never really absorbed the clan's ways into his blood?"

Hanzo squeezed his elbow tighter, vindictively thinking the bruises would probably last. It was surprising Hideo wasn't trying to start a fight. The guy was growing up. Decided to try his hand at intrigue instead?

"It's none of your business," he grunted. "Keep your mouth shut, or you'll regret it. Do you think the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, my best friend, would be thrilled by your filthy insinuations? Watch your tongue."

"How thrilled would your best friend be to find out that you've possibly already done everything imaginable with his naive little brother…"

That, Hanzo could not endure. He struck like a snake, pinning his clansman against the wall. He squeezed his throat. Hideo desperately grabbed at his elbow, trying to loosen his grip.

"Last warning. Either you shut your mouth, or you'll regret it. Your choice."

Hideo was red from lack of air.

"A rabid dog then, a rabid dog now," he spat out. "Fine. I'll keep quiet, since we're friends and all. But don't think you can shut everyone else up."

Hanzo released him, feeling a sense of defeat. If only he had been more careful… If only his shameful desires hadn't been so obvious. He felt deep shame and frustration. The magical night had ended in a brawl with this fool. His mood was hopelessly ruined.

He walked back towards the party. Maybe he could distract himself a bit in the company of friends. He really hadn't spent much time with Harumi and Bi-Han lately. He justified it by saying he didn't want to miss a single minute with Kuai Liang. But he truly hadn't been the best friend recently. The party was winding down. Most of the guests had already left. Harumi and Bi-Han were sitting on the porch, talking quietly about something. When Hanzo approached them, Harumi looked up.

"Where were you?" she asked anxiously. "We looked everywhere for you."

Hanzo felt another distinct pang of guilt. He didn't regret going after Kuai Liang, but abruptly leaving his friend's birthday party wasn't the most considerate thing to do. After all, no matter what dramas played out in his head regarding his unrequited feelings for Harumi, she was still his friend and comrade, and he had been disrespectful by ignoring her celebration.

"Sorry, Kuai Liang and I were just walking around the grounds," he glanced at Bi-Han, who didn't seem surprised by this news. Harumi crossed her arms. She was clearly not pleased by what she heard, and neither was Bi-Han. Hanzo didn't want to reveal that Kuai Liang had been feeling sad. But his explanation sounded incomplete and awkward. His friend pursed her lips, but said nothing. "We didn't plan to be gone so long…" he trailed off completely. Because he didn't really feel guilty for this particular action, and he didn't know what else to say.

"Fine," Harumi sighed. "Let's just sit together, the three of us, like usual. I'll go get us something to drink."

She turned and went inside the house. Hanzo remained standing there.

"Is she very angry with me?" he quietly asked Bi-Han. The cryomancer looked at him from under his brow.

"Yes," he confirmed curtly. "You ruined her mood. Was that your intention?"

Hanzo frowned. He didn't understand Bi-Han's sudden accusations.

"Don't talk nonsense," he snapped. "It just happened that way."

"Hanzo," Bi-Han stood up and stepped towards him. They were nearly the same height. "I'm warning you, don't drag Kuai Liang into your twisted games. Whatever your reasons were for leaving—whether you got jealous of Harumi again over someone, or thought she wasn't paying attention to you and wanted to test her reaction—leave my brother out of it. He's not a cure for your insecurities. His admiration and warmth towards you aren't a toy to boost your self-esteem. I won't let you exploit his vulnerability."

Hanzo couldn't believe his ears. His friend seriously thought he had gone after Kuai Liang out of some petty calculation? Resentment and anger surged through his veins. He felt the tension. So Bi-Han had such a low opinion of him? Was that how he treated what Hanzo had once confided in him? As if he would ever be open with this, this… His indignation spilled over.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" he hissed. "Kuai Liang is not a toy to me. How dare you say that? He's my friend, and I care about him. Or do you have so little faith in your own brother?" He grabbed him by the collar, consumed by fury. First Hideo, and now Bi-Han too, just to complete the picture. "Do you think he can't be interesting to me for who he is? You're the one who doesn't see his beauty and strength, his charm. You're the one insulting him right now."

"I don't like your obsessive interest in him," Bi-Han growled. "You kept your distance from everyone else, but at the first meeting, you were staring him down just because Harumi spoke to him. I won't let you hurt him. I considered you a friend, but your insecurities have made you fixated on outdoing someone. My brother is not a target for your ego."

Hanzo couldn't bear this insult. He was ready to get into a fight with Bi-Han, to clash with him in combat, and judging by the look of it, the cryomancer was equally prepared.

"You're wrong," Hanzo hissed through clenched teeth. "He's not a target for me. I want his friendship, and you're a shortsighted fool if you can't see that."

"All I see is your…"

Bi-Han didn't get to finish because Harumi returned.

"Hanzo, Bi-Han, what's gotten into you?!" she seemed furious. "Have you lost your minds, starting a fight right here?"

Bi-Han pushed him away.

"It's not a fight," he said through gritted teeth. "Just a disagreement. I'm sorry, Harumi. I have to go."

Hanzo remained silent, afraid he might completely lose control. The feeling of utter injustice, rage, and humiliation was too strong. He needed to be alone.

"Me too. Sorry, Harumi," he didn't look the girl in the eyes. "Good night."

He turned and left without waiting for a response. He and Bi-Han went their separate ways.

In the following days, he and Bi-Han didn't speak. They were polite in public, but deliberately avoided each other. Hanzo still felt hurt and a sense of betrayal. He and Bi-Han had known each other for years, had been on joint missions together, Hanzo had trusted him with his feelings and secrets—only to face such an unfair accusation?! He couldn't bear it. Bi-Han must not know him at all.

He and Harumi made up, and everything seemed like it would go back to how it was before. Only Hanzo still spent most of his time clinging to Kuai Liang's company. He knew he should be more careful, but at some point, his anger at Hideo and Bi-Han got the better of him. Who were they to accuse him? He wanted to be friends with Kuai Liang, and he would talk to him! Let the gossips whisper if they had extra teeth to spare; Hanzo didn't mind at all. He would soon lose his company anyway, when Kuai Liang returned to the Lin Kuei, and they would see each other at best only during diplomatic visits or joint missions. Hanzo would have to behave perfectly to be recommended. He was no longer sure that Bi-Han would agree to him joining the Lin Kuei. It left a bitter feeling, but the pyromancer tried not to think about it for now. He would figure it out somehow. Right now, he needed to cherish the last weeks of the departing month.

"You're learning amazingly fast," Hanzo smiled, and Kuai Liang, having finished practicing one of the Shirai Ryu's most difficult techniques, turned around.

"Hanzo!" There was so much joy in his voice that the pyromancer couldn't help but feel something inside him melt with tenderness. The corners of his eyes softened in a gentle smile.

"You fight like a true Shirai Ryu," for a moment, Hanzo forgot that he himself wasn't a warrior of the clan by blood. He only saw the perfect, refined techniques.

"You're flattering me," Kuai Liang smiled shyly, but there was a flicker of pleasure in his eyes at the praise. "Let's go, we'll be able to see the lunar eclipse tonight."

Hanzo followed him, catching his friend's enthusiasm. Over these six months, Kuai Liang had become less restrained, communicating more calmly, but he was still a quiet young man. Only with Hanzo did he fully open up.

It was hard to say how it happened that they ended up enthusiastically embracing instead of watching the sky. Perhaps Hanzo should be blamed for them missing the eclipse itself. But Hanzo wasn't about to consider himself guilty. He could clearly hear the other's heartbeat, rapid, alive. He felt happiness and a sense of complete fullness, as if this was exactly where he was meant to be, and his feelings blazed with renewed intensity. Every movement of a hand, the glide of a palm across a back, the goosebumps from breath on his neck—he felt everything with utmost intensity. He stroked his back, intoxicated by the fact that Kuai Liang, so reserved and restrained on the surface, allowed Hanzo to be this close, trusted him with everything, had become his best friend. And even if he had grown distant from Bi-Han and Harumi, he wasn't alone, because Kuai Liang was everything he needed. He remained his priority. Hanzo wanted all of him, completely and utterly. 

And apparently, this stripped away his usual barriers. Not being careful to begin with, now he had completely crossed the line. Hanzo ran his nose along the cryomancer's exposed neck. His palms dug into the bare skin of his back. The cryomancer let out a quiet sigh, but didn't pull away. His body was relaxed, pliable, like wax under hot fingers. And Hanzo grew bolder, touching his lips to his neck. It was better than any dream. He paused again, trying to gauge his reaction. Shuddering, rejection, withdrawal? Kuai Liang didn't move. His arms still held Hanzo's back in a protective cocoon of an embrace. He clung to him just as before, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And Hanzo couldn't hold back. He began to shower the pale skin with kisses, touching his lips more boldly, with fervor, experiencing pure euphoria. Why had he even held back? Fool. He had wanted this for so long. He caught the other's shoulder with his lips, lightly biting down. More than anything in the world, he wanted to grab the cryomancer, to press insistently against his lips, to find out if the taste of his kisses was as sweet as the skin on his neck. He held him tighter in his embrace, overcome with delight. He wasn't going to let him go. Not ever again. He wanted to kiss his lips for a long time, his neck, to push him down onto the ground, covering his body with his own, and become one, make him his. He wanted to pull him as close as possible—heart to heart, soul to soul. But his ecstasy was interrupted by one simple question.

"Hanzo… is this… also an expression of your friendly affection for me?" A quiet, faltering, embarrassed whisper. Slow, as if its owner didn't quite trust his own voice.

And Hanzo recoiled. He couldn't say "yes," he couldn't say "no." The feeling of shame was like being plunged headfirst into an icy hole.

He didn't dare look at the cryomancer.

"I'm sorry, I… I crossed a line… this misunderstanding won't happen again," he was afraid Kuai Liang would push him away or look at him with disgust. He couldn't bear that. But the cryomancer's hands touched his own.

"You… didn't do anything wrong," the cryomancer murmured quietly. "It's okay."

Hanzo looked at him again and saw sadness in those beloved eyes. It seemed as if his friend might cry again. A poignant sorrow gripped his heart. He was a complete idiot, upsetting with his actions the one he least wanted to upset.

"I'm sorry, I…" the words got stuck in his throat.

"You have nothing to apologize for," the cryomancer lowered his eyes. "I understand everything."

But Hanzo understood absolutely nothing. Kuai Liang hadn't rejected him with anger and disgust. But he didn't look the same as before either. The evening had been ruined by his inappropriate outburst of passion.

"You're not angry?" he looked desperately into his eyes again.

"No," the reply was very, very quiet. "I'm sorry, I'm tired. I need to think, to be alone. Do you mind?"

"No," Hanzo shook his head. He felt an icy emptiness, but didn't dare object. After what he had done, he had to leave. But he was so afraid that Kuai Liang wouldn't want to talk to him anymore.

He walked away, but after a dozen steps, he turned back.

"We're still… friends, right?" he asked hoarsely. His voice cracked with anxiety and fear. The possible loss of his connection with Kuai Liang was unbearable. He wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep tonight.

"Of course," Kuai Liang spoke in a constricted voice, as if he were upset. "You'll always be my friend, Hanzo."

Hanzo nodded and left, but the feeling of longing grew with every step. He didn't know what would happen now or how he should behave to fix this situation.

Over the next few days, nothing changed. Outwardly, at least. He and Kuai Liang talked, trained together, but the cryomancer still radiated sadness, despite all of Hanzo's attempts to cheer him up. He realized that his friend truly wasn't angry. Nevertheless, the lingering feeling of shame and anxiety made him behave stiffly as well. He didn't understand what he was doing wrong. He even tried to cautiously ask Kuai Liang what he felt about it. Perhaps the pyromancer had scared him then, and he now felt awkward being around him? But the cryomancer just shook his head.

"It's fine," he said quietly. "You have nothing to worry about, Hanzo. You're very kind to me. Even more than you should be."

And that's precisely what was confusing. If before Hanzo liked it when Kuai Liang said these words—said them with shining eyes, with reverence and joy—now everything was spoken with a choked sadness and longing, even self-deprecation, which filled the Shirai Ryu warrior with indignant denial. The cryomancer looked him in the eyes less often, although now he more frequently took his hand, timidly, as if unsure he had the right. Hanzo wasn't sure he himself had the right, so he stopped hugging him or initiating contact. He had already lost control, broken trust. How could he touch him as carelessly after that? Exactly—he couldn't! But he responded to Kuai Liang's touch, stiffly, not pulling away, only unconsciously squeezing his fingers a little tighter in return.

He thought about how to fix the situation, how to return everything to the way it was before, when they were together and the whole world remained outside their fragile space, shared between the two of them. And they laughed—carefree, easy, happy. Now, that evening had drawn an invisible line. And forever closed access to the past light of their connection. Hanzo wanted to bring back that paradise, which he himself had destroyed with his lack of restraint, his crude, unworthy passion. But he didn't know what he should do. He merely stayed nearby, carefully and attentively studying the cryomancer's face. He could clearly read the other's sorrow, thoughtfulness, sadness, and yet it was impossible to pinpoint the source of these emotions.

Hanzo secretly made a brooch in the shape of a blue flower for the cryomancer. He hoped this small gift would please him. Perhaps, of all the jewelry he had ever crafted, this brooch turned out the best. The metalwork his father had taught him—the trade by which he'd earned a living—always calmed him. Besides, Hanzo realized he had never given Kuai Liang anything, and he wanted to give him something that would remind his friend of their time together in the future. He wanted to make him happy. Maybe the cryomancer would be delighted. Or maybe he wouldn't like it at all… After all, he never wore any kind of jewelry. Everything in his attire was functional. He'd probably think it was impractical and put it in a faraway box, never to think of it again. Kuai Liang, it seemed, wasn't at all concerned with his own appearance. And Hanzo was genuinely amazed by this. How could he not see his obvious beauty? Almost otherworldly, in fact.

In any case, it was too late to turn back, and Hanzo set off immediately, deciding not to put it off any longer. He knew where the cryomancer's room was, and although night had fallen, he wanted to surprise him if he was awake. Perhaps they could go for a night walk again. That would be wonderful. Though, Hanzo would hardly be able to explain to himself or his friend why he had decided to come right now. Before, they had always arranged to meet, or rather, it naturally flowed from their training and conversations. But now Kuai Liang wasn't trying to initiate night walks. And Hanzo still didn't dare suggest it, afraid of seeming pushy.

Clutching the brooch in his palms, which were sweaty with nervousness, he made his way across the rooftops, nimbly leaping over obstacles. He was a shadow, creeping towards the one he considered his light.

And looking at the familiar window, he felt relief when he noticed the light was on inside. So Kuai Liang wasn't asleep. He moved closer, seeing the shutters were open. He could call out to him, give him the gift, talk. His heart beat faster as usual with excitement and anticipation. However, Kuai Liang wasn't alone in the room. At the last moment, Hanzo noticed Bi-Han. He didn't want to disturb the brothers, so he turned to leave. Apparently, he'd have to give the brooch tomorrow. But Kuai Liang's quiet words seemed to knock all the air from his lungs.

"Brother, I think I'm in love with Hanzo…"

Hanzo felt as if that simple phrase had deafened him. He blinked rapidly, unable to comprehend the reality of what was happening. He must have misheard. He definitely must have misheard. He was mistaking wishful thinking for reality. This simply couldn't be. But he couldn't move from the spot, couldn't leave after such a revelation. He had to make sure, to confirm that this wasn't just his deluded imagination. So he stayed, cursing himself for eavesdropping on someone else's conversation, yet unable to leave things unknown. 

"In love?" Contrary to his expectations, Bi-Han didn't look angry. Thoughtful, rather. His voice was calm and analytical. "Oh…" he seemed at a loss for words. "That's… you've surprised me, brother."

"Why?" asked Kuai Liang. "Is that… bad?"

"No," Bi-Han shook his head. "No. Falling in love is a perfectly natural thing. Hanzo is a good person and a reliable comrade. I understand why you might think you're in love with him. But you could be confusing love with gratitude. There's a lot you don't know, Kuai Liang, and emotions are so complex…"

"No," Kuai Liang objected. "I feel that Hanzo is special to me. I'm grateful to Harumi for her kindness and attention. But what I feel for Hanzo is different. My heart beats faster when I see him. I like hugging him. When he smiles, I'm so happy. I know for certain that I love him. There's no mistaking it."

Hanzo pressed his hand to his own neck, hoping to muffle the frantic beating of his heart. He didn't understand what he was feeling. All emotions washed over him like an avalanche. His throat was dry; he was all attention, afraid to move.

"Oh…" Bi-Han sighed again. "Come here," he extended his arms and embraced his brother. "Listen to what I have to say, Kuai Liang. I'm your brother, and I have to be honest with you, even if it's painful. Again, your feelings are normal, and you have nothing to be ashamed of. But Hanzo… is not someone you should fall in love with."

"Why?" Kuai Liang seemed confused. Hanzo went cold. Did Bi-Han know about his dreams and desires? Was that why he thought he was unworthy of his brother? Or had he heard something vile from the gossips? He wanted to burst into the room, to prove he would never harm Kuai Liang, but he remained rooted to the spot, realizing it would only make things worse. "But he's your friend. You yourself said he's a good person. And I know that. Hanzo is very kind and caring. He has a big heart."

"It's not that he's bad," Bi-Han sighed again.

"Then what is it?" Kuai Liang whispered.

"He's in love with someone else," Bi-Han said quickly. "With Harumi. He's been pining for her for five years now. Gets jealous, gets shy, keeps trying to confess but never quite manages. I'm sorry, I know it's painful to hear. But honestly, there's no chance. In all these years, he's never looked at anyone else. Not at girls, not at boys. No one interests him except her. He's complained to me many times himself that Harumi will never love him. I don't want to take away your hope. But I had to tell you. First love is rarely happy. There, there," he ruffled his hair. "It'll pass. I know. It just takes time. Time heals."

Hanzo stood frozen, feeling rage and bewilderment. Why was Bi-Han so confident in speaking about his feelings? Why did he so categorically declare that Hanzo wouldn't reciprocate Kuai Liang's feelings? Why did he cause him such pain? He felt anger at himself too, because through his behavior he had repeatedly proclaimed to everyone his love for Harumi, while being ashamed of his feelings for Kuai Liang.

But you were just about to confess to her recently, a voice whispered inside. Hanzo gripped the brooch tighter, not knowing what to do now. Why was he acting as if he were desperately in love with Kuai Liang? He had convinced himself his feelings were friendly, and the physical attraction was just a strange side effect. But… heat flooded his entire body when he thought about Kuai Liang being in love with him. He simultaneously wanted to shout with joy, and at the same time his heart ached for the cryomancer. He felt as if his whole world was crumbling, with no ground beneath his feet, and he was in free fall.

"What should I do, brother?" Kuai Liang's voice sounded hollow. "I suppose I already knew my feelings weren't mutual… Thank you for confirming it."

No, Hanzo wanted to scream. You're wrong! You're mistaken. You're terribly, fatally mistaken. You mean everything to me! You've become the most important person in my life. I love you, I love you!

He pressed the brooch to his forehead in amazement, realizing that the thought of loving the cryomancer didn't shock him. As if he had loved him long before he became aware of it.

"You'll be returning to the Lin Kuei soon," Bi-Han spoke encouragingly. "And you'll feel better. And for now… I think you should limit your contact with him, avoid him. It'll be easier for you to say goodbye and let go of your feelings. Remember, you have nothing to be ashamed of. This will pass. But if he dares to shame you for your feelings," Bi-Han's voice turned menacing. "He'll regret it."

Hanzo flared up with indignation again. He would never do that!

"Okay," Kuai Liang lowered his head. "Thank you for your support. You always help me."

Hanzo wanted to bang his head against the wall from a feeling of inexpressible frustration. He left, deciding he had overheard enough. He would definitely talk to Kuai Liang, catch him, convince him that he loved him. Though, he didn't know what he himself was trying to achieve. He had been about to confess to Harumi, hadn't he? If he declared his love to Kuai Liang, the chance with her would be lost forever. Except, right now, that no longer seemed so important.

However, catching Kuai Liang if he had decided to avoid him proved to be a nearly impossible task. Hanzo desperately searched for him, but he kept slipping away. He couldn't catch him alone. No matter where he went, it was all in vain. As if the cryomancer knew exactly where Hanzo would look for him, in which corners and corridors. And Hanzo couldn't talk to him in public. Besides, he was feverishly trying to figure out how to tell his friend that he knew about his feelings, while avoiding admitting that he had eavesdropped on his conversation with Bi-Han. Would Kuai Liang be angry? Maybe it would only make him furious, since Hanzo had no right to overhear that information. He tried to solve this dilemma in his head.

"What's the matter, your ice prince ran away from you?" During one of his searches, Hideo caught him in an empty corridor. "No surprise there, he's gotten smarter."

Hanzo just ground his teeth in frustration. This idiot again!

"What do you want from me?" he snapped. "Always clinging, always getting in my way. Leave me alone, I have no time for your stupidity!" He had never stood on ceremony with his clansman, and he wasn't about to start now, in his current state of emotional turmoil. "If it's about Harumi, why don't you at least try talking to her instead of trailing after me? At least you'd have some chance, greater than zero. I'm sick of you."

Hideo just smirked at his tirade.

"Maybe I just like getting a rise out of you. You always fall for it, like a little kid. Even now, nothing changes. Well, fine, I won't tease the tiger."

Hanzo felt irritated. Damned Hideo. He walked away, pondering his words. Maybe he was right. He really did give in too easily to irritants, to anger. Perhaps that would always repel someone like Harumi or Kuai Liang. They belonged to a different world. Probably, the cryomancer realized Hanzo didn't deserve him and decided to finally sever the connection between them.

That summer was rainy. Hanzo himself didn't know why he decided to walk through the garden just as the sky was heavy with clouds. His mood was gloomy. Time was running out, and Hanzo still hadn't spoken to the cryomancer. He thought about what to do. Perhaps he would have to resort to extreme measures—lie in wait for his friend near his bedroom. If he was going to humiliate himself by admitting to eavesdropping, he might as well go all the way. Kuai Liang had to sleep in his room, after all. He definitely wouldn't be going anywhere from there.

Hanzo felt a pleasant tiredness after training Harumi's younger brothers. These six months had been peaceful. The god-protector Raiden had not summoned them. Hanzo was glad for the peace, even though he knew it might be temporary.

He ran into Harumi by chance. They started talking, spending time together alone for the first time in several months. Hanzo realized that while he had been absorbed in his time with Kuai Liang, he knew little about what was happening in his friend's life. Her father had been entrusting her with more important tasks, preparing her for the role of Shirai Ryu ruler. She seemed filled with enthusiasm and pure pride. Hanzo was happy for her.

The rain caught them almost instantly, the first drops falling to the ground, quickly turning into a raging downpour. Harumi laughed, and Hanzo immediately took off his cloak, covering her head. They ran to take shelter, realizing with dismay that there were no pavilions nearby, and the rain was pouring down like a waterfall. So their refuge became a spreading maple tree, near which hydrangeas were blooming. The floral scent was intoxicating. Hanzo sat next to the girl, their shoulders touching. Harumi smiled at him, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Truly the rainy season," she laughed. "I never expected a downpour to catch us both."

"I don't like rain," Hanzo grumbled. Harumi only seemed more amused.

"Remember how you and Bi-Han stared each other down when you first met? I thought you were going to fight."

"Yeah," Hanzo did remember how pompous the cryomancer had seemed to him back then. He thought he would never get along with him. However, joint training sessions, and later missions, brought them closer. They both came to appreciate the other's reliability and competence. But now, Hanzo wasn't sure if their friendship would ever return.

"I still laugh about that night when we were playing hide and seek and accidentally woke up Ryu, and he was so furious. He thought spies had infiltrated because he noticed unfamiliar ninjas moving around. Oh, how father raged," her laughter was pleasant, infectious. Hanzo laughed too, remembering the seasoned warrior's paranoia. Who knew three teenagers had just decided to play hide and seek?

He and Harumi talked about the past, and for a moment Hanzo felt a sense of lightness and nostalgia. Things had been so simple back then. The three of them, always getting into trouble, competing with Bi-Han over who would master a particular technique faster, Harumi's smile that blinded him like a sunbeam. He was distracted from the dark, circling thoughts. He didn't notice when, at some point, they ended up very close. And then Harumi kissed him, cupping his face in her hands. Her lips were soft and gentle, warm. She smelled of jasmine and something else, floral and elusive. Hanzo froze, feeling strange. He had dreamed of this kiss for five years. But all he felt now was pure bewilderment. A kiss from Harumi was the last thing he expected. She… felt something for him too?

He didn't feel triumph or joy. The anxiety in his chest only tightened into a nervous knot. If she had kissed him six months ago, he would have been over the moon. But now… He gently pulled away, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Harumi, I'm sorry, I…" he blushed, feeling strange. Some part of his old self was still saying that this was what he wanted, so why wasn't he trying to deepen the moment? But it was completely drowned out by fear. His beloved person. Kuai Liang. The one who thought Hanzo didn't love him. Who had been avoiding him with the stubbornness and skills of an assassin, accustomed to being an elusive shadow. Obeying his whole life the single rule—be quiet, don't stand out, don't show emotions. How could Bi-Han have given him such a cruel piece of advice? Although, Hanzo could understand him. He thought a direct rejection would hit Kuai Liang's fragile self-esteem harder than avoidance and ambiguity. Bi-Han was sure Hanzo would refuse. "You're my friend. You'll always be dear to me. But I can't."

Harumi's gaze filled with sadness. She tried to smile, but couldn't. Her amber-brown eyes welled up with tears.

"I didn't want to hurt you," he felt regret and sorrow. He had known Harumi since he was fifteen. They had grown up together, fought side by side. And now he was hurting the girl he had loved. Even if that love had transformed into friendship. He gently stroked her shoulders. He didn't know how it happened that she ended up in his arms. He just rubbed her back, trying to comfort her. He understood with sobering clarity that he had been utterly self-centered. He had been consumed by his own feelings, his own grievances, his own passions, not noticing how those he loved were suffering because of him, because of his own actions.

"I'm sorry, I…" Harumi sobbed again. "I didn't expect rejection to hurt so much. My friends told me I should wait. That the initiative should come from the guy. But I've never liked prejudices, you know that. I thought that division of roles was meaningless, since we all fight in battles together. I told myself we'd stay friends, that everything would be okay, even if you refused. And I was so tired of waiting for you to make the first move. I thought your feelings were obvious. I was sure I'd survive the rejection. I never thought unrequited love would be so painful. I was wrong."

Hanzo didn't know what to say. He just kept stroking his friend's back, letting her talk it out.

"I was in love… But now everything has changed…" he spoke quietly. He didn't fully understand himself either. It had been much simpler when he believed his feelings were hopeless from the start. He didn't have to fear causing pain, or face the reality that he also tangibly affected the people he adored, that it wasn't a one-way street. "I still consider you my friend."

"Thank you," she wiped her tears with her palm. "I'm sorry… I really don't know what came over me. I didn't think I'd cry over this. I'm sorry. Of course, we'll always be friends, Hanzo. But tell me, what changed? Why did you reject me? You gave me that necklace for my birthday, and I hoped so much it would change things. I thought we would dance together. But you spent the whole night with Bi-Han's younger brother."

Hanzo wasn't sure if he should tell her about his feelings for Kuai Liang. Perhaps he had convinced himself so thoroughly that his feelings for Harumi were hopeless that he had simply burned out at some point and hadn't noticed it right away.

"It's complicated," Hanzo lowered his gaze. Given the gossip, he didn't want to expose Kuai Liang's feelings. "I fell in love with someone else. It's not that I don't love you. It's just that this connection turned out to be… different…" He mentally slapped himself on the forehead. He didn't want to hurt Harumi's feelings.

"Who is she?" Harumi's eyes filled with curiosity. "Who did you fall in love with? I thought no one had interested you romantically in five years. When did you even have time?" She widened her eyes. The tears had stopped. Hanzo frowned. She?… He had been so sure his feelings for Kuai Liang were obvious to everyone that the pronoun caused a short circuit in his brain.

"It's… not a girl," he murmured.

"A guy?" Harumi practically jumped. "Seriously? Is it Hideo? I thought he had a thing for you, always trying to get your attention, following you around."

Hanzo looked at her with genuine bewilderment. Who? Hideo? Was she making fun of him? Why would she name him first?! That idiot would never interest him. And he only clung to him because he was a fool who couldn't talk to the girl he liked himself. He felt maximum indignation. Seriously? His clashes with the loud, pushy clansman had been interpreted by Harumi as a story of secret attraction? Even Hideo had turned out to be more perceptive, even though Hanzo hated him for his dirty insinuations about his connection with Kuai Liang.

"No," he shook his head. "There's no way in any of the realms I would ever fall in love with him. Fear the Elder Gods, Harumi."

"Then who is it?" Harumi clearly wasn't going to back down now that she knew Hanzo had fallen for a guy. "Gods, don't tell me it's Bi-Han? Now that would be ironic."

Hanzo was, of course, glad that Harumi had stopped crying, but her possible guesses made him want to wince.

"No, no, and no," he categorically dismissed her speculation. "It's not Kenshi, not Johnny Cage, and not anyone else we've had joint missions with. Please, let's drop the subject. I'm not even sure this person will accept my feelings. He's been avoiding me with unprecedented stubbornness and skill."

"Bi-Han has been avoiding you lately. Given your years of friendship, that's strange. Maybe feelings have become more complicated," Harumi squinted suspiciously. "Though, I can't say you're particularly seeking out his company or trying to clarify the situation either."

"It's not Bi-Han," Hanzo repeated again. He realized that the next name Harumi might say would inevitably reveal the truth. And he didn't want to expose Kuai Liang. He trusted his friend. But if she decided to tell Bi-Han everything as a friend, it would worsen an already difficult situation. He needed to talk to Kuai Liang in private, without outside influence. "I'm sorry, I have to go," he couldn't think of anything better than to flee. "Urgent matters."

Harumi shook her head, seeing through his transparent lie, but said nothing.

"Fine, the rain has stopped for now. I'll be going too. "

They parted ways. Hanzo wandered towards the river, feeling disoriented. He kept trying to process what had happened. Harumi had feelings for him? And Kuai Liang hadn't been an obvious candidate to her as the object of his affections? How could that be?

He didn't understand why he was going to the river, knowing the rain would start again soon. And his prediction was right. It poured like buckets. But that no longer mattered, because Hanzo noticed the one he had been searching for all these days. Kuai Liang was standing under an ice dome, raindrops streaming down it, leaving trails that gradually melted the barrier. Hanzo couldn't believe his eyes. He had so desperately wanted to be alone with him, to talk, that now that the opportunity presented itself, it seemed like a vision. Kuai Liang didn't notice him, staring at the gray river waters reflecting the dark sky.

Hanzo couldn't hold back; he ran towards him, afraid the cryomancer would vanish. His hair, tousled by the wind and damp, fell over his forehead in wet strands, his usual high ponytail was coming undone, and his clothes clung to his body. But he paid no attention to such trifles.

"Kuai Liang!" he called out, and the cryomancer turned around. His eyes looked surprised.

"H-Hanzo?" he exclaimed in astonishment. "What are you doing here?"

Hanzo felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest from excitement. He wasn't going to give up. Until he told the truth about his feelings, he wouldn't let the cryomancer run away again.

"Quick, you'll get soaked!" Strong, familiar hands grabbed his wrists, pulling him under the ice shield. "Elder Gods, why would you even be out in this weather…" It was surprising to see the cryomancer so agitated. A feeling of warmth spread through his chest, and at the touch, it was as if he'd been shocked. He had missed him so much. A smile naturally touched his lips. He smiled broadly, beaming with joy.

"You didn't run away from me," he murmured warmly. Kuai Liang's cheeks flushed crimson.

"Hanzo," his hands came to rest on his shoulders. The pyromancer froze in slight shock. What was the cryomancer planning to do? He felt desire wash over him. Kuai Liang had said he loved him, even if it was to Bi-Han and not to him. Maybe he would kiss him?

However, Kuai Liang just pressed his palms against his clothes, concentrating, and Hanzo shuddered in surprise from the cold, then realized his clothes and hair were dry. Ice crystals had formed on his friend's hands.

"What did you do?" he asked, bewildered. "I've never seen Bi-Han dry clothes using cryomancy. He always just asks me."

"Oh," Kuai Liang looked embarrassed. "It's… a new invention. Moisture can be turned into ice and drawn away without causing pain. Quite useful."

"Amazing…" Hanzo smiled. But he looked away, realizing they were alone, and he still didn't know how to broach the subject of his feelings. "What are you doing by the river, in weather like this?"

"The rain doesn't bother me," the cryomancer replied warmly. "Compared to the Lin Kuei, this isn't uncomfortable at all. I've even swum in ice holes without issue. Cryomancers have different thermoregulation. Though, I don't like getting wet, it's an unpleasant feeling," he snorted indignantly. Hanzo nearly pulled him close in a rush of affection.

"I missed you," Hanzo whispered.

"I missed you too," Kuai Liang looked him in the eyes. "I missed you so much," Hanzo's heart skipped a beat at those words. "I'm sorry. My selfishness made me avoid you. But I don't want our friendship to fall apart. I saw that you were trying to find me."

"I…" For the first time, Hanzo couldn't find the words. He could always project confidence, but now he felt vulnerable, exposed. Where to begin? How to explain everything? "I thought I was in love with Harumi… She just kissed me…" The cryomancer's hands unclenched. He stepped back, and to Hanzo it felt like hundreds of kilometers. He felt cold and empty. Something in his stomach twisted into a nervous knot. Kuai Liang looked at him piercingly, and there was so much pain in his gaze. Yet he still tried to smile. 

"I… I'm happy for you…" his voice was too quiet. "You deserve love."

Hanzo's mouth opened and he froze, realizing this was the worst possible way to start the conversation.

"No, no," he shook his head desperately. "I didn't return the kiss. Because my heart belongs to someone else."

This clearly did not improve the situation.

"Hanzo… let's go back to the compound… there's no point in standing here…" Kuai Liang spoke too evenly, too emotionlessly. "You'll catch a cold."

"I'm not…" Hanzo shook his head. The chaos of thoughts in his mind shattered into pieces. "Kuai Liang…" he stepped forward, now standing very close. "It's you."

"It's me what?" the cryomancer frowned slightly.

"You live here," Hanzo grabbed his hand and pressed it to his chest, where his heart was beating unevenly, in a rapid, stumbling rhythm. "You make me feel like this. From the very beginning… As soon as I first saw you. I dream of you. When you're hurt and sad, so am I. I want to do everything to protect you. You've captivated me from the start with your beauty, your strength, your mind. With you. With who you are. I adore you. I thought my desires were wrong, you're my younger comrade, you're too pure for my passion, my love. But I can't be without you. Your trust, your friendship… they've become everything to me. I love you," Kuai Liang's eyes widened in shock. "I love you so much. I made you a brooch to make you happy, and I overheard your conversation with Bi-Han. I'm so sorry…"

"W-Wait," Kuai Liang's speech faltered from the shock. "W-what are you saying?… You love… me? You… heard," pure horror reflected in his eyes. "What I said to my brother?"

"I'm sorry," Hanzo looked down. "I know I shouldn't have."

"But what about your feelings for Harumi? Bi-Han said you've loved her for five years. That's a long time," he seemed confused and bewildered. Hanzo realized Kuai Liang didn't look like a happy lover. Rather, he looked scared and stunned.

"I was in love," Hanzo admitted. "But… feelings don't always stay the same. Perhaps I was self-centered and…" he sighed. Feeling something is one thing. Explaining the reasons for those feelings is quite another, especially when you don't fully understand your own motives. "Closeness isn't built on feelings alone. I remained silent for too long, hiding the true nature of my feelings for her. And that inevitably created ambiguity and tension. I didn't try to get closer. I saw an idea, not a person. And that was my mistake and a terrible injustice to my friend. But… that doesn't matter. I don't want you to think that I fell in love with you because I couldn't have Harumi. That's not it at all. My feelings for you… they're something beyond everything I've ever experienced. You are a special person to me. I admire the strength of your spirit. Other people in your place would have broken. But you keep moving forward. No matter what. You understand me. I don't know how to explain it, but I can't help but be drawn to you. As if it's meant to be. And resisting it… is extremely difficult…" he gently squeezed his hand, still resting on his chest. "I want to make you happy. I want to be with you. I know I'm not worthy of you. Hideo said you ran away from me because you realized there was something wrong with me, and I…" Hanzo mentally cursed himself. Again he was getting distracted by trivialities. "He was trying to hurt me, but I'm afraid he's right. I… I hurt you with my lack of restraint, I get angry too easily, I'm impulsive, sometimes I can't see the forest for the trees. If I didn't know that Bi-Han gave you such foolish advice, I would have fallen into despair and thought you realized what I really feel for you and felt disgust. I'm sorry…" he sighed again. He gazed desperately into the beloved face, trying to understand the other's emotions. Confusion, sadness, disbelief, timid hope? Hanzo fell silent, afraid that his confession was simply unwanted. Maybe Kuai Liang didn't need his feelings. Because he had already made up his mind about everything. Would he believe in his sincerity? What if he thought Hanzo was too fickle in his feelings, to have switched so easily? But it hadn't been easy. He had simply become mired, drowned, without even noticing, until it was too late. What if Hanzo had scared him? Or maybe Kuai Liang wouldn't forgive him for eavesdropping on his private conversation. "Please…" he pleaded. "Don't be silent. Say something, anything."

Kuai Liang looked at him, his face like a mask. Only his eyes were alive, full of confusion, fear, and agitation.

"You don't want me?" Hanzo whispered. He felt something inside him fall.

Cold, empty, painful. Reciprocated feelings didn't guarantee that Kuai Liang would want to be with him after all his mistakes.

The cryomancer's face reflected complex emotions. The corner of his lip trembled. It seemed as if his friend was on the verge.

"I'm sorry," the Lin Kuei warrior's voice was quieter than a falling snowflake. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Hanzo didn't understand what he was apologizing for. For rejection? For something else? He shook his head, denying it all. Kuai Liang had nothing to apologize for. If anyone was to blame here, it was him.

"I… I want so badly to be normal, an ordinary person. I'm so sorry that I'm upsetting you. I'm sorry, Hanzo, I'm sorry," the cryomancer repeated falteringly. And again, Hanzo couldn't understand how to react. For some reason, he didn't feel the bitterness of rejection, only the agitation became so strong that he could barely comprehend what exactly his friend was apologizing for.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Hanzo said in a puzzled tone. "I don't understand…"

But Kuai Liang's next actions made him forget everything. The cryomancer's hands came to rest on his waist, and Hanzo shuddered slightly. His body always responded too intensely to his touch. Kuai Liang slowly pulled him closer and embraced him. His palms gently and soothingly stroked his back. But Hanzo couldn't relax now, no matter how much he wanted to. His friend was comforting him? After rejection? His brain was like an overloaded electrical circuit. What was happening?

"Hanzo… you're not pitying me, are you?" Kuai Liang asked timidly. "I know you're a good person. But you shouldn't give up your own happiness for me. Harumi kissed you. Talk to her, maybe you can work things out with her. You really don't need to reciprocate my feelings just because you're my friend and you're afraid of hurting me."

"What?" Hanzo felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. "What are you talking about?" He grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to meet his eyes. "This isn't pity! And it never was pity! I love you! Haven't you noticed that I've only ever looked at you? Why would you even assume that…"

Kuai Liang looked stunned. Too many emotions reflected in his eyes—alive, frightened, piercing. Hanzo saw it all there—love, agonizing, tender and devoted, the first glimmer of joy, hope and fear. The fear of being wrong.

"I love you," Hanzo repeated more confidently. He felt intoxicated. "I love you, I love you, do you hear me! I want to be with you always. You're mine. If I'm yours. Am I your person?"

"Yes," Kuai Liang breathed out, stunned. "Yes," confidence ignited in his blue eyes. He trusted him. Again. And Hanzo knew he would rather allow himself to be disgraced before the entire clan than let him down. "I believe you. I love you, Hanzo. I love you so much."

And that was everything he needed. Absolute happiness. Home. He knew he would follow him anywhere. Something deep and powerful beat in his heart. This connection was his most cherished meaning.

They looked into each other's eyes. Disbelieving, joyful, agitated. Hanzo carefully touched the cryomancer's face. His fingers traced his cheek, his cheekbone, gently gliding over the skin. Kuai Liang closed his eyes. His eyelashes fluttered. Hanzo outlined the corner of his lips. Despite all his dreams and fantasies, now he both yearned and feared, acting cautiously. He didn't want to scare the cryomancer. If he needed space, he would give it. But Kuai Liang didn't look scared at all. His lips parted slightly. His breath touched the pad of Hanzo's thumb. Hanzo barely suppressed a shudder. He wanted so much more. And at the same time, the touch was too intense, all his nerve endings reaching for that electrified feeling that arose whenever they were near. And then Kuai Liang bit his finger with his lips, catching it in a playful gesture. Hanzo felt his face flush from such an innocent yet provocative gesture. Kuai Liang wrapped his hand around his, kissing his knuckles. His fingers traced along his wrist, exploring, cautious. Hanzo stopped breathing for a moment. Kuai Liang tilted his head, touching his lips to his wrist. His kisses were gentle and reverent. Hanzo watched, stunned. His passion and impulsiveness had found an answer. He was desired by the one he loved. He wasn't unworthy. Each light touch of the cryomancer's lips ignited euphoric fire within him. Hanzo took a deep breath. His other hand buried itself in his friend's hair. No, not just friend now. Beloved. His palm softly ran through the strands. He gently gripped them, wanting to feel the other's presence, the reality of what was happening.

Kuai Liang lifted his head, his gaze hazy.

"Hanzo," he whispered, with tenderness, as if speaking something precious. Hanzo touched his forehead, pulling him even closer. He leaned forward, and his heart leaped to his throat when the cryomancer did the same. Their breath mingled. Hanzo licked his instantly dry lips. He looked at the cryomancer's lips. A long-standing, burning thirst tormented him. He gazed intently into his beloved's eyes and saw the reflection of his own desire. He never figured out which of them made the first move. But when his lips touched the other's, he froze in place, overwhelmed with sensation. Soft, cool, wind-chapped. He couldn't bear it. His lips captured the cryomancer's lower lip, catching and tasting. His palms rested on his neck. Where had all the boldness he acted with in his fantasies gone? He never thought it would be this overwhelming. The cryomancer took the initiative, kissing him back softly. Hanzo just felt his knees go weak. He didn't believe this was happening. But no dream had ever shown him things unfolding like this.

They pulled apart briefly, and Hanzo gazed lovingly at Kuai Liang's face. What was he feeling? Did he like it? Was he regretting it? The cryomancer looked dazed, shock readable in his eyes. His cheeks were touched with crimson. But he was smiling, happily, tenderly. Hanzo gently and soothingly ran his palm along his cheek.

"I love you," he repeated. Now that he had confessed his feelings, he wanted to say it again and again.

"I love you too, Hanzo," he had never seen the young man so radiant. And it made his heart clench in sweet, ecstatic agony. Was he dreaming? Had he truly become the one Kuai Liang loved? He couldn't help himself, he kissed him again, deepening the kiss, his fingers gripping the exposed skin of his back more tightly. He traced the curves of his spine, his neck, kissing with abandon, eyes closed. A soft sound escaped his lips, something between a sigh and a moan. And the way Kuai Liang responded intoxicated him even more. His body was so responsive, he pressed closer, returned the kisses just as fervently, with all his passion, his fingers sliding through strands of hair, undoing his hairstyle. But Hanzo didn't mind at all. When the cryomancer's lips descended to his neck, he couldn't hold back, it was beyond his strength. He breathed out his name in reverence and amazement. And Kuai Liang repeated his name in return, falteringly, ardently. Hanzo was lost in it all. He thought he could spend an eternity like this. The rain lashing down like a wall worked in their favor, for no one would likely see them through the watery veil. They were alone in their world. Just the two of them.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed, maybe two or three hours. Hours with the cryomancer flew by unnoticed. They kissed, held each other, clasped hands, whispered endearments. And when the rain finally stopped, Hanzo held his beloved close.

"What do we do now?" Kuai Liang asked quietly. His arms wrapped around Hanzo's back, and it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I'll transfer to the Lin Kuei, to follow you," Hanzo assured him fervently. "Our clans have been allied for centuries. This wouldn't be the first such case. The Lin Kuei and Shirai Ryu are defenders of Earthrealm under Raiden's protection. I serve Earthrealm, and it doesn't matter exactly how I serve it—as a Lin Kuei warrior or a Shirai Ryu. We can bind our destinies with a vow of loyalty to each other. Then no one will be able to stop us from being together."

"I'll talk to my brother," Kuai Liang looked him carefully in the eyes. "He'll agree to accept you. I'll tell him the truth about our relationship."

"Do you think he'll accept it?" Hanzo asked skeptically. Bi-Han was already at odds with him over believing Hanzo was using Kuai Liang's friendship. However, they needed to talk properly. And with Harumi too. Explain things honestly.

"He knows you're a good person. And I believe he'll trust my judgment," Kuai Liang tilted his head. "Everything will be fine, Hanzo. Don't worry."

Hanzo smirked, thinking that he was supposed to be the one comforting Kuai Liang. But he looked confident and calm, having made his choice. Over these six months, the cryomancer had changed a lot. And Hanzo was glad of it. His beloved possessed a strong soul and a will that wouldn't allow him to give up.

"With you, nothing scares me," the pyromancer replied sincerely. "Will you…?" he hesitated, blushing, "…become my betrothed? Of course, only the two of us will know about the ceremony, and we'll probably conduct it ourselves. But…"

"Of course," Kuai Liang didn't hesitate for a moment. "I want to be with you always, Hanzo."

And Hanzo couldn't have felt happier, more in his rightful place. He knew he needed to rebuild his former friendships with Bi-Han and Harumi, find his footing in the new clan, and would no doubt have many more heated arguments with Bi-Han-because he sensed he definitely wouldn't be thrilled-he would have to prove the sincerity of his intentions to his beloved's older brother, but that didn't frighten him. These were tasks, not obstacles. The main thing remained that they were together. And that was everything he needed.

"The rain has stopped," Hanzo looked at the clearing sky. "Let's go," he pulled him along. "Tonight we can look at Saturn's rings, I'll ask the stargazers for a telescope. And yes, I have to give you your gift, and it's in my room. Hopefully it won't rain again. But if it does, we can take a collection of legends from the library and read together."

"Of course," Kuai Liang smiled, following him trustingly. "I don't like sitting in my room, but if you're next to me, it will be the most wonderful way to spend time."

Hanzo couldn't help himself, he hugged him again as they walked, smiling uncontrollably.

"I'm afraid I'm going to hug you every time I see you now," he whispered in his ear. "I can't help myself. And not just that," a kiss brushed against his neck. Kuai Liang sighed softly, his heartbeat quickening.

"I want that very much," the cryomancer said with utmost seriousness.

"As do I," Hanzo buried his nose in his neck, holding him in his embrace, simultaneously feeling serenity and intense excitement. Kuai Liang had always affected him this way.

Rays of sun, emerging from behind the clouds, lit their path. They held hands, and Hanzo knew he would do everything to make this last an eternity. Their connection was the most real and natural thing in the world that could possibly exist. They both looked at each other and read the same determination and readiness to step into a new life. Into their found happiness, which they had discovered in each other.