Plausible Deniability

Someone has started leaving Hanzo gifts. One would think it would be hard to keep that kind of a thing a secret in such a small space, and besides that, they are all adults. Why and how would this be a secret?

It starts with a cup of tea.

It is late in the evening, and Hanzo has just returned from a long mission with a few others. He knows he needs to eat dinner and have a shower and take himself to bed for a well-deserved sleep, but he's only gotten as far as the dining room. Other members of Overwatch come and go, preparing their dinners and chatting about the mission, but he pays them little mind. He sits with his head in his hands, waiting for his racing thoughts to slow before he even tries to drag himself upright.

It comes as a surprise, then, when he finally lifts his head out of his hands and he sees the mug by his arm. Tea, hot and fragrant, smelling pleasantly of ginger and the grassy, comforting scent of green tea leaves. Tea that he had not made himself.

He looks up. The only other two occupants of the room are McCree, seated two chairs down with a cup of coffee that smells like something more useful to a car engine, and Lena, humming cheerfully as she flips pancakes at the stove. It is nearly eight PM, but he supposes there is no proper time for pancakes to someone for whom time is such a nebulous concept.

"Who . . . ?" he starts to ask, the question trailing off as he looks up from his tea and between the other two.

McCree glances over, his own cup of coffee held in front of his mouth. “Somethin’ wrong?”