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On my back facing up at the man. His whole weight on my chest and hand at my throat. My mind only thought of two things. That I was gonna die and that I had the best view in the world looken up at that face…

The assassins vice grip squeezed around my throat, but not hard enough to keep me from breathing. Good thing too. I was out of breath and huffing for more air after that little spat. Though I found it uncomfortable swallowing with his palm being shoved against my Adam's apple. Regardless I reckoned he didn't want to choke me and I was real glad for that. I rather go out in style with lots of blood and drama. Anyway, my reckoning was right as seemingly from nowhere he pulled out a short blade. He replaced his hand with the steel and pressed it up against my neck. But I did not care very much about it for everything else seem more importint than my life at the moment.

That face. That pretty face of the killer at my throat was getting all my attention. He looked even better, if that was even possible, up close. Giving me a fluttering feeling in my stomach as he straddled on top of me.

But most of all, other than admiring him, I felt like a damn idiot. Not because I was gonna die because I tried to reload, but for thinking that pretty boy was no better then the goons I've had faced in the past. Adding fuel to the fire, I was an idiot for not giving it a second thought that perhaps he did know English all along.

In a grave low voice that matched his glaring eyes, the assassin said. "What a fool you are… and now you pay the consequences," His stone cold expression gave his words a killer meaning. Moreover, it sent goosebumps up my body for the wrong reasons as I didn't think he could speak such fluent English. But he did and his voice was just as amazing as it was deadly. He was also patronizing in tone as he continues. "Overwatch will mourn they're lost of another fallen hero,"

And that was supposed to be that. My throat slit. My blood spilling from my neck and pooling around my head. My body going stiff. Put my wicked soul to rest. I was supposed to be D.E.A.D. DEAD. Funny thing about that is… well… I tend to fuck things up back then. Especially if there's was a set plan. And I definitely fucked up pretty boy's plan. I didn't mean too. I just can't seem to shut my trap.

Because when I heard him call me a hero something broke in my head. I started to laugh. And I mean laughed. Real hard. You know when your throat goes raw and your lungs start burning. That kind of laughter with a big old grin on my face.

Well, that kind hollering can really set someone back a few. Hanzo, couldn't comprehend my strange behavior. I wouldn't have either if someone did that to me. Pretty boy held a knife to my tender neck and I was roaring a mighty loud chuckle.

"Why are you laughing?" Hanzo asked with contempt in his voice. With his thumb at the back of his blade, he pushed it little harder against my throat. A trickle of blood started to run down my neck. He wasn't too happy with it seems.

Trying to compose myself I looked up to them gorgeous eyes. They were cold and empty but yet had a hint of confusion in em. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't mean to laugh, but I have ta call bullshit on that," I said not in the matter of anger. I just wanted to inform him of his mistake. "I ain't no hero. I may do good things time and time again, but don't mistake me for one of those overwatch good guys,"

It was true. I wouldn't have called my wicked old self a hero. Being a 19-year-old kid at the time. I've seen more corruption, brutality, and murder then any old soldier had on the front lines. With no justice to be heard of. That being said, I have done my fair share of unmentionable deeds for what I thought was just. But that's what the price was for being wild and free is for someone who grew up on the wrong side of the law. I'm just proud to say now that I'm now on the right path. Though none of that will make up for my past.

Moving on, I guess, Hanzo didn't really take me all that serious as he asked. "You are an agent are you not?" No normal bystander got a gun on them and just happens to sit in the middle of a warehouse.

"I reckon I may look like an agent and Imma part of their 'special ops' program or whatever," Still with a smirk on my face I said. "But ain't no hero or one of them…" I then stop mid thought and cursed. "Shit, hold on a moment,"

"What?" He simply demanded.

"Mic," I simply said. That cursed buzzing in my ear was driving me up the wall. Also, no one needs to hear me die on da radio right? Anyway, I just start moving my arm slowly. Only for Pretty boy tensed up on the blade. So I reassured him. "No no. I ain't trying anything funny. What would be the point? You're stronger than me aren't ya? I just gonna remove this buzzing thing in my ear. Okay?" His eyes dart to my hand. Hanzo studied it for a second. I guess he believed in my intentions were good as he looks back at my face. He nudged his head a little as a way of saying O.K. but the knife seems to be pressed a little harder. "Right. Now that feels better," I said upon removing the earbud out of my ear. Straight away, Pretty boy crushed the thing with his free hand. I didn't blame him, would have done the same thing. "Now no one will be able to listen to us and I can actually hear myself think,"

Hanzo said something in Japanese, but again I don't know anything about Japanese. So I didn't know what he said. However, I simply assumed he said I don't believe you or something about overwatch. Really could've said anything, however, I just went with that.

"I'm being honest here. I'm not a hero of Overwatch. I'm their damn prisoner being forced to work for them. If anything I should be in jail," I then comment. "Ya don't have ta believe. But aren't men who are about to die the most honest? Repentance or something?"

Hanzo quietly stared at me and then agreed. "You may be right," He then coldly said. "However, I don't care if you are or are not an agent. You will die and that is simple as that… but…"

"But what?" I asked as pretty boy eyes seem to catch something.

"But why…" For a slight moment, I saw a flicker. A flicker of expression that replaced that killer look as he asked. "...why are you smiling… if you know you are going to die?"

"Am I?" I asked looking up at him.

"You are..." Hanzo quietly confirms.

"Hmmm. Didn't realize," I said to him. Confusion must have set in as pretty boy stared at me expecting an answer of some sort. So I try to give him just that. An answer. "Maybe I'm smiling because death doesn't scare me that much," I go on to remark. "I've already know where I'm goin,"

"And that's why you are smiling?"

"Yeah, kind of. I mean it's part of it I think... It was just a matter of time really before I git myself killed. No need to cry over it right?" I smirked as that was truly how I saw it. Back then I thought I was meant to die young, but seeing how I'm alive right now. That ain't the case now, is it? Anyway, I continued. "I don't really regret a thing I've done either. Hell, I killed tons of folks indirectly and destroyed double the amount of families by my gun smuggling. And for every man I've killed. I can name them all and I can tell you were their grave are buried in the desert. My bottom line is I'm gonna pay for that in one way or the other. One way was overwatch. But I guess that ain't gonna pan out. After all, dying is the only fit, I reckon, for someone like me,"

"I see… but it does really make any sense why you are smiling,"

"I'm just saying had a good run and all. Seeing what kind man I was becoming rather than what I was. Doin good than evil. Sure I'm guilty, but there is always change. Reyes always told me that," I said and then went on with a slight chuckle. "Hehe. I'm kind of glad to die little sooner so not to give Reyes that satisfaction of I told you so,"

"Reyes?"

"Someone who thought I could do somethin good. Even if he was ass about it and trapped me in his dumb organization," I admitted to Hanzo who still kept that sharp blade to my throat. "Oh and um I won't spite ya from the grave because yer doin your job."

"Hmmph,"

"Also watch out for Reyes. He can be real scary carrying two shotguns," I warned the man. Mind you, he's about ta kill me and warning him about my commander coming after him for revenge. Who does this? A kid who can't keep his mouth shut when they are talking to someone who's way out of their league.

"So no regrets then?" Hanzo asked as he didn't comment on the shotgun part.

"Regrets?" I repeat back to him. "Well I would've said that I hadn't a single one before entering this warehouse,"

"What has changed from then to now?" Pretty boy asks as he seems more and more inclined to listen to dead man's last testament. I think I really caught him off guard. I mean most people would be bawling their eyes out or cursing up a storm, while I just smiled a stupid grin at him.

"Well, you see pretty boy, I'm afraid to say I don't want to die," I said. "Though I know I should,"

"And why do you say this now?" Hanzo asked.

"Do ya really wanna know?" I asked in return.

"Hai,"

"Well, you might not take this well…" I said before looken him directly in the eye. "But I think I just fell in love with the guy who's about to slice my throat," I said that with a hint of sadness in my voice. Everything went quiet as Hanzo lost that disgruntled look he had. It was replaced with a blank face. I wasn't quite expecting that reaction, but regardless, I went on to say. "That's the other part why I'm smiling… because… I'm feeling real joy in just being able to see your pretty face before I kick the bucket. How tragic is that?"

I then grew still as the warehouse I was in while the assassin stared me down. Nothing seems to change about him other than the fact he looked like he was searching for something on my face. His eyes scanned me over and over. Moving up and down my face. It seems to me that he didn't find what he was looking for. Pretty boy's blank expression had then softened a bit like he was lost and not sure what to do.

Before he spoke, Hanzo removed the knife from my throat and wiped the blood off it with his thumb. He proceeds to rub out the blood between his fingers instead of wiping it off on something. "You are very strange," Hanzo whispered in a voice that had a slight change to it. Far calmer, it was, and far less forced sounding to me. It was hella pleasant to listen to too.

"We call it eccentric where I come from," I remarked due to my bad habit of side comments. "But strange ain't far off the mark," Hanzo, ignored me, as he razed the knife up in the air. He then slammed the knife into the ground only inches away from my face. I didn't flinch nor did my sad grin falter.

Again he was looking for something and came up empty.

This time, pretty boy shook his head with a very faint laugh. "So very strange that I almost find it amusing."

"I'll take that as an almost compliment then," I said more than happy to be able to make him laugh and even happier that the knife was no longer at my throat. I may not be scared of dying, but I'd take second chances any day.

"I assure you it is a compliment," Pretty boy said and then demanded with a very small smile. "Give me your name."

"Name? Me? My name? You want my name?" I shivered at the look of that real light smile as he was the one who caught me off guard. For a moment my head when silent only to find it seconds later, but at a cost of a stutter. "J-Jesse,"

"Jesse?"

"Yes. Jesse," And for some reason, I had forgotten my last name. So I accidentally yelled it when it came into mind. "McCree! I mean... Jesse... McCree."

"Jesse McCree… even stranger name,"

"Ain't that strange," I whispered under my breath as I was having a hard time at the moment.

Pretty boy seems to pick up on what I said. So he apologized somewhat half-heartedly. "Sorry to offend you, Jesse McCree,"

"Eh… no just… never mind," I said and then told him. "You can just call me Jesse too, by the way,"

"Very well, Jesse, I have to say. You are very foolish to smile before death,"

"Would you rather that I didn't?" I asked. "I mean I could frown for ya if that's what ya want. But I tend to not do what I'm told, though,"

"No need for that," He gave another small laugh and it made my heart flutter. Pretty boy seems to the type who doesn't laugh much. So it felt good as he said with a lightness in his voice. "If anything I find it beyond honorable, however, stupid it is to smile with a knife at your throat,"

"Oh yeah it seems stupid now you say it like that," I grinned with a sarcastic tone. "Thanks for clearing that up,"

"You are very welcomed,"

"I'll keep that in mind in my next life. No smiling. Got it,"

"Again no need, for that I think…" Hanzo paused to look me over once more before continuing. "... I will spare your life,"

"Well that's mighty kind of ya," I said not sure how I'm getting out of this entanglement without losing my head. "If I still had my hat on, I would've tipped it for ya,"

Also, something then struck me as odd as pretty boy picked up the knife and put it back up his sleeve. Something must have got him thinking because he had replaced that nice smile with an indifferent look. As if he was expecting more to be said or somethin. I don't know. Just something more. And at the time I was too wrapped up in my head to pick up on it. He seemed rather disappointed, looking back on it, because of that missing somethin.

In an utter sigh that came from the assassin, he said. "You should go before I change my mind. Jesse," He turned his head from me and began to get up off me.

"Hold on a moment!" I said abruptly in the dark warehouse.

"What?" Pretty boy asked.

"Aren't ya gonna question me about overwatch or something?"

"No point. We had already had information on your little mission," Hanzo said plainly. "Do you think I would waste my time here, where there is nothing to protect if we were under an urgent attack?"

"Allow me to rebuttal that with a different question," I said before asking. "Why are you here then?"

Pretty boy thought a moment. He gave me an unsure look only to say. "I was looking for someone…"

"Who?"

"If you must know. I am looking for my younger brother,"

"Your brother?"

"Hai," He paused and then explained. "I am supposed to be finding him and then I got a call about an alarm being set off… I thought he was hiding out here. But I have found an intruder instead,"

"Oh… sorry about that. Imma pretty sure that was our doing,"

"our?"

"Blackwatch… I'm technically supposed to like subdue you or something. I didn't read my file all the way… but I'm 99% sure that we made that call,"

"Doesn't matter…" Hanzo dryly says. "My only concern is finding my brother so that I do not get in trouble for his idiotic behavior," The assassin scoffed at the thought of it. He then began, once more to get up off me as he said. "I really must be going,"

"Hey now," I said grabbing his arm, didn't mean too. It just kind of happen as I didn't want him going anywhere. I also felt more and more like my old self the more I talked with him. And I was starstruck nervous at first, but now I'm feeling better. I don't want my chance to slip away. Whatever that chance was as, at the time, I was still new to this whole just fell in love thing. Anyway, I said with a smirk. "You don't need to cut and run so fast. Do ya gorgeous?"

"Do you think you can stop?" Pretty boy snarked giving me a very unpleasant glare. I guess he took it wrong.

"Imma pretty sure I can," I said as I wasn't one to back down to a glare or two. "If I wanted to I could've shot ya square between your pretty eyes earlier." I winked as I made a finger gun with my free hand. "Pop. Pop. Two taps before you could even think to turn away," I turned my head a little eyeing him. "But I didn't want to pull the trigger on that hella fine face of yours. All cuz I love ya,"

"Love me? You do not know the first thing about me other than the fact I tried to kill you," He criticizes me. "You would have to be a moron to love me,"

"Yeah well love makes people do crazy things. That's how the saying goes anyway,"

"You are wasting my time with such nonsense. I have already spared your life. There is no need to keep up this lie," Hanzo said. "I found it amusing the first time, your excuse, But it has run its course,"

"Maybe nonsense to you, but not to me," I urged on. "And it ain't no lie,"

It really wasn't a lie or a joke or an excuse. Yet pretty boy seems to take it that way leaving me with a diploma of sorts. I thought and thought, as my mind ran in circles. Thinking how the hell am I gonna clear this up so he could understand. Before I could think up anything tangible to say, Hanzo already had.

"You are wasting my time. let me go," He demeaned as he yanked his wrist free from my grasp.

That was the last thing I wanted him to do. I didn't want him to leave with the idea that was I was lying. I cursed in my head as I didn't know what to say. However, actions speak louder than words right? I just hope not too loud to make him change his mind on the whole sparing thing… because my body jumped into autopilot.

As fast as I could I grabbed pretty boy's shoulder before he could completely get up off me. In turn, I flipped him down to the ground with a thud. So now I was on top of him. I pinned his arms above his head by the wrist and he just stared up into my eyes unmoving. No struggle. No wiggling. Not even a single word. Like he accepted it. With a very uncaring look about him, he gave me chills. It was as if he was waiting for his chance to overtake me again. Probably. I mean, he spared my life once and I just threw him down. He's not gonna give me another chance. I knew that, but that wasn't my problem.

My problem was that I felt a real tear in my heart. Pretty boy got real quiet under me and I didn't like that look he was giving me. The fact I just forced myself on him made my heart sink even lower then it was. However, I said tear as I hadn't any idea how to keep him put until I get my point across, but I didn't want to force him.

Nevertheless, I gave in to my guilt as I cursed. "Fuck! This ain't right," Knowing at the cost of most likely my head, I freed his wrist and said to him. "I don't mean to pin ya…" Again, pretty boy's look changed, to a lost one as I admit to him my predicament. "I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place here, pretty boy. I don't want you to leave thinkin that I was lying to you. But I don't want to force you down like this. Wha-"

"Prove it," Hanzo interrupted me.

"I beg your pardon?" Was my only answer to that because I couldn't believe my ears.

"I said prove it," Hanzo repeats himself in a low quiet tone. He looked away from me. Turning his head to the side. He grumbled. "If you say you love me, then prove it,"

Without skipping a beat I said. "I would give ya my life but you seem like ya don't want to take it," I then frowned for the first time in his presents as I really was lost on what to do. I asked him kind of defeated. "So… so, what I'm asking of you is how do I go about proving something like that?"

"Prove it by... " Hanzo said returning his gaze back up at me. Them dark black eyes gave away nothin about what he was thinking. Nor did he try to give any indications or body language of any sort. Yet, I caught him. I caught him searching for something on my face once again. He then stopped, realizing I caught his eyes with my own. For that moment we locked eyes he whispered in a voice so quiet that the sound of a pin being dropped could drown it out.

"Prove it…" He whispered to me. "... by kissing me then,"

Despite my whole world around me was moving, right then there I swore everything stopped. Another cliche written in the book, but it doesn't matter as that was truly what happen. The world stopped just for me for this moment to be engraved into my mind. The only things movin was me and him. I wished to god that it would last forever.

I remember it so well too. That warm shallow breath of his, faint to the ear, brushed against my face as I leaned down closer to him. How I felt his chest rise up and down under me. How his long hair fanned out on the ground under his head and how the light of the windows cast on his face like a spotlight. Most of all I remembered how he smelt of fresh mint and lemon. Which I thought was strange that an assassin would smell like anything. No less smell like mint and lemon. But he did and it could not have been more intoxicating.

So there, to his request for proof, I kissed him on that dusty warehouse floor. For how could I possibly say no to that pretty boy I fell in love with?

Though the kiss itself was only a couple seconds. It was long enough to make me miss it once I part from him. That learning taste of mint and lemon on our tongues. Left us both unsure what to say or think. The only choice we had left was to do. Which we had no problems with.

Short of breath at the second round, that kiss last longer than the first. It had double the effort in it as we both were equally committed to our parts. My hand found his as we entwine our fingers while I pinned him the floor for a more pleasant feeling than earlier. The slight lift of his head that told me he wanted it to last to the last breath. So we did and I bet nothing tasted as sweet to me as it was bitter to him; due to my habit of lighting up a nicotine stick.

This time, once we finished the act two, pretty boy wasn't eager to start the third. Parting ways he snapped his head away as he snaked his hand free and moved it over his mouth.

Hanzo muttered something into the palm of his hand. It could have been Japanese or it could have been English. Whatever he said I could not understand him, but he turned his head back to me with an uncertain look. A fire grew across his face as he realized what he had just done. Removing his hand, he then said something unexpected to me.

"Honest," Hanzo said only to recoil at his words. In an, even more, uncertain voice, he then said. "You are too honest for your own good, Jesse,"

"Now you're calling me honest?" I teased him. "Well the best liars are often those who tell the boldest truths and I'm a very honest liar,"

"Do not test me," He grumbled. "Someone could use that against you. Someone not so forgiving as I,"

"And now you are getting mad at me for telling you the truth?" I said not expecting it. Pretty boy just sneers at me as he turned his head away. Finding this rather funny and adorable at the same time, I smirked. "No need to get all huffy about it, pretty boy, pouting ain't gonna stop me from saying what's on my mind about you,"

The last mistake I'll ever make. Calling him Pretty boy, mind you, he's a proper assassin, huffy wasn't a good word to use. It was beyond stupid. He did not take to it at all as in a count of one, two, three. I was back where I started. On my back facing up at Hanzo, who did not find me so amusing anymore.

Well that was what I thought… until I heard him speak.

"I do not care for that," Pretty boy said to me, once again with a very disapproving grumble.

"Care for what?" I asked not following him. I was being too impressed at the moment how easily he threw me to the ground without hesitation.

"I do not care for that belittling name you keep on calling me,"

"Do you mean pretty boy?" Oh did I feel his sights zero in on my throat again. I didn't need any more of yes because it was pretty clear that he didn't like it. So I said. "It just a pet name I've come up with because you are awfully pretty. It ain't supposed to be belittling or anything,"

Just watching him process what I said, I could see he was fighting something in his head. At the end, he looked real fed up until he let out a wavering sigh. He looked me in the eye afterward. Only to look away sheepishly.

"Way too honest," Hanzo said again.

"What? Don't like honesty?" I asked. "Or you don't like being told yer pretty?"

"No. It is not as if I disliked honesty," He gave a real bashful look as he said. "It does not matter what I think… if what you say is the truth. I have no power to make it any less true," He then cups his hand over his mouth as he mudders. "And yes to the other. Please stop,"

"Why?" I said with a grin.

"Because I know you are only telling truths," Hanzo said. "It feels strange being called pretty by the man I was about to kill,"

"Aw but then how would you know how I feel?"

"You have already told me multiple times," Hanzo said.

"Well, I don't think I told you nearly enough," I grabbed his wrist of the hand that was covering his mouth and like the smooth operator I was. I kissed the back of it before I said with a wink. "Gorgeous,"

Pretty boy yanked his hand away as he said. "I have no clue why I am still here listening to you,"

"Because I'm a free one night stand waiting to happen," I said, as he was right. I'm too honest.

"Excuse me?" I saw his eyes widen at my words.

"Eh well if you allow me to be bold for a moment," I said with a smirk. Not caring if he wanted to hear me be bold or not, I said. "I may have fallen for ya pretty boy, but I ain't that dumb. I don't expect the same feelings in return. However, ya can't just let opportunities slip you by? When I'm so willingly to show you them opportunities in most pleasurable way,"

"I have to go," Hanzo only response to it when a shade of uncertainty hits his face wrapped up in a nice red color.

"Wouldn't ya rather stay here?" I suggested. "On top of me?"

"Yes," He whispered as he seems to contemplate in his head over something. Hanzo then corrects himself. "Er… No, I cannot. I have to go or I will get in trouble,"

Propping up on my elbows as pretty boy was sitting on my lap now, I said. "What's wrong with a little trouble?"

"I would get severely punished. If I..." Hanzo said slowly leaning closer to me. "If I do not go and find my brother and… "

"And what?" I said taking my head and brushing the hair out of his face. "Trouble ain't your foreplay assassin? My bad, I mean your forte?"

"Please understand. I do not wish to be caught. My father would punish me severely if he found out I deliberately disobeyed him," Hanzo said as he still had that lost look on his face. Yet he leaned even closer almost like he was taunting me. "If I do something like this and get caught It would all be your fault,"

"We're young and wild. So ain't nothing wrong with doing what animals and reckless young folk were program to do," So close. His face was only a couple inches away and the sound of our hearts beating fast. I whisper. "I'd gladly take the fall. So why don't we make the most of a bad decision and live a little. Let hormones fly,"

"Jesse I should not,"

"Then one more kiss. Okay?" I said. "I don't wanna force ya to do something ya don't wanna do, but I want one more taste as I won't ever have another chance with somewhat like you,"

And that's when I got him, as Hanzo covered his mouth and cursed in Japanese. I knew it had to be a cursed by the bitter way he said it. In present times I heard him say it many times in my account, but at the moment it was the first time I have ever heard it. Though I won't repeated as I would butcher it. But yes he curses as that cute bashful face was hidden by the hand as he goes on to speak in English.

"Genuine too," Hanzo said behind that hand. It was like he figured something out in his head as that lost look seem to vanish altogether. He then said. "From this point on, I will not discourage your advances any further. There is no need to stop now,"

"Eh… discourage my advances?"

"Ah yes, well you are a very honest person, however, I am not as trusting." He said. "But nevermind that,"

"I'm a bit lost here,"

"I have assessed you and determined your not a likely threat to my life. I have many enemies as being the first son of the Shimada clan, but I have twice as many for those I have killed," Hanzo said. "It is only a measure of precaution to ensure my own life,"

"Oh,"

"But I have finally concluded I shall trust you, for now, Jesse McCree."

"Okay I see your point, but I was digging the whole modest assassin act,"

"An act? No, it was more like a theatrical representation of facts as I haven't said anything false to this point,"

"Ya don't say? Modest assassin does seem like an oxymoron,"

"Well I am supposed to be finding my useless brother and I would get in big trouble by my father if I do not," Pretty boy, with a voice so sweet sounding and yet such as striking stare said. "Plus he would probably kill you for distracting me,"

"Well if yer daddy doesn't know about our trouble making, won't hurt him. Or I guess hurt us," I retort as I felt pretty boy's hand push me back down to the ground. "You don't seem the type to rebel,"

"Again you amuse me," He whispered. "I never get in trouble, because I am never caught, unlike my useless brother or someone… like you,"

"Really now," I watch his face get closer again. "Someone like me?

"Umhump," Hanzo agreed as he leaned in. He even placed his hands on both sides of my face keeping my eyes focused on his.

"Maybe you should show me how to not. get. Caught-" Cutting me off before I could say anything else as his kiss made it hard to do so. And I hope I would never speak again if he never move his lips away from mine.

Author's note*Chapter 3 took 5ever. I've have been soo busy and school has been so much. I thank those who are waiting so pationtly for this! There will be a chapter 4 but i can't say when it will come out cuz college. I love all of you guys for your suport too and just wait okay! There will be some real... itiment moments coming up if you know what i'm saying. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)