Hanzo was atop the Santa Fe mountains, meditating. Before he saw McCree tomorrow, he wanted his mind to be as clear as possible on the decision he was to make. His brother had taught him the meditation methods Zenyatta had taught him. These methods helped one reach inner tranquility and easily clear the mind. As Hanzo meditated, he felt like he reached a higher plane of existence. All was clear. Once he knew what his decision was, he exhaled deeply and opened his eyes. The archer took in the beautiful view that was before him once again, questioning how Genji could still make such foolish decisions with such an advanced method in his pocket. He took in the sights for about an hour more as the sun was setting. "Jesse was right…" He thought to himself. "There really is nothing like a Santa Fe sunset."
It was a steep and dangerous journey down the mountain, especially since it was now dark, but the confident Shimada knew what he was doing. The mountains were a place he frequented, for many reasons, solitude being the main. The archer used his impeccable agility and free running skills to easily, and quickly make his way down the mountain. Hanzo was in a dastardly mood, as he slid down the steep mountain side, flipping and gliding through the air, embracing his inner ninja. It was really a sight to see, too bad no one was there… but that's how Hanzo liked it. When he finally reached the bottom, an arrogant smirk pulled at his lips. He looked back at the mountain, then forward again, his voice filled with nothing but ego, "Heh, I've still got it."
The Shimada returned to his home as quickly as he could wanting to make preparations for when he finally got to see Jesse again. When he walked through his front door, he headed straight for his bedroom and the bathroom inside it. All the skill he just displayed on the mountain really took a lot out of him. He needed a shower. After his shower, he brushed his teeth then headed to his bed where he collapsed into the firm cushion of his mattress.
Before he knew it, it was morning again. The light from the morning sun shone into his room, lighting it up. Hanzo preferred the more natural method of waking up. It was much less disruptive than an alarm clock. He'd only use them if it was really necessary. Hanzo slowly stirred as the warm sunlight caressed his face. He rolled over to the other side of the bed without opening his eyes and grabbed his cell phone so he could send his cowboy a good morning message. His hazelnut eyes slowly fluttered open and he gave them a little rub, before they focused on his phone screen as he typed the loving message to McCree. It read, "Finally. The day where our eyes shall meet again. Do not make me grow impatient, Cowman." With that, the archer would return his phone to the nightstand and climb out of bed. As usual, he made sure to make his bed then head to the bathroom to freshen up for Jesse's arrival. When he exited the bathroom, he saw his phone screen was lit up, indicating he had a message. It was from McCree letting the other know he was on his way. Hanzo's mouth formed a small smile, as he read the message. Even through text, Jesse somehow managed to project his southern drawl.
As he waited the two hours for the gunslinger's arrival, he figured he'd make breakfast. He knew what Jesse liked and wanted to surprise him. The Japanese male made his way down the staircase and into the kitchen. He was unsure if he had all the ingredients he needed, so he checked the fridge first. "Eggs, check. Butter, check. Bacon, check…" Next, Hanzo checked his pantries for what else was needed and he had everything he needed. Now, he'd get to work. The archer mixed ingredients for pancakes into a mixing bowl and whisked them away until he was certain they'd come out light and fluffy. He then buttered his pan and poured some batter in, allowing the first side to cook. Of course, Hanzo had to refer to a cooking tutorial on traditional American breakfasts for this. He referred back to the video on how long each side should cook before he flipped the hot cake. The archer would repeat this process until four cakes were made. He'd then set the cakes in the oven and make some eggs and bacon for himself and the cowboy. Just as he was plating the meal, he heard the familiar putter of his boyfriend's hover bike and then the horn. As he was setting the plates onto the dining table and pouring up a cup of coffee for McCree, his phone chimed the personal tone he had set for Jesse. "I get it, Cowman. You're here…" He laughed setting the carafe down before he walked to the door. When Hanzo's hand neared the doorknob, he felt a small bit of anxiety build in the pit of his stomach. He quickly shook it away, reminding himself that his mind was clear and he knew exactly what he wanted to say to the man on the other side of the door. He just hoped the other man agreed.