After a monotonous history of the public school’s building and an overly detailed tour, the brothers were back on the streets, though they were no longer so sunny. Hanzo smiled smugly as he popped his little umbrella open in the rolling downpour. Genji reluctantly joined him beneath it and they set off.

Hanzo tuned into the sounds of the rain as Genji gushed about that cute boy in the office, how if he wasn’t going to go after him, someone else would have to, in reference to himself. The water thumped a bass sound into his umbrella, squelched in the dust below his sneakers and snaked down the surrounding buildings. He could hear the pleasant tap of his own feet, his brother’s, and another unidentified pair. With the streets mostly bare, it was easy to pick out a squat old man, hair white and hide like tanned leather, speckled with moles. His thin wisps of hair and beard dripped down him like white water as he stumbled through the road with a wooden cane. As though he felt Hanzo’s curious gaze, the man looked up. Their dark eyes met for a moment before the man’s frail body came tumbling down to the ground, splashing in the puddles.

Genji gave a hiss of sympathy, then a squeak of surprise when Hanzo changed direction without thinking, picking up the pace to a trot until he could kneel at the man’s side.

“Bless you,” he mumbled weakly as Hanzo offered a hand under the dry of his umbrella and lifted him back to his feet. Once the man was standing once again, Hanzo slipped the rubber grip of the umbrella into his fingers, wrinkled and knotted like tree roots. The man adjusted his rain-spotted glasses to look back up at Hanzo, then nodded and patted his arm in thanks. Genji whined from the other side of the sidewalk as Hanzo returned to his side, hiking his jacket up to cover his hair as they sprinted the short distance back to the lobby of the high rise.

“Awful good heart you have for the heir to a criminal empire,” Genji rolled his eyes and gave his back a light slap once they were safely out of the rain.