#zenyatta imagine

I got tired so I hope Zenyatta will do.

Zenyatta

Zenyatta’s hand softly ran down your arm, his gaze on the wounds that you placed on yourself just a few hours ago. Pausing for a moment, he soon left the room for the next few minutes before coming back in with bandages.

He gently took a hold of your arm, beginning to bandage it before he moved on to the other. But while doing so, he spoke.

“Do not put blame on yourself for doing this. You’ve made a small improvement but we both know it’ll take much longer until you stop. Until then, I don’t mind bandaging or changing them every so often. But please, try and contain yourself from doing this again the next time you have the urge,” Zenyatta spoke gently as he finished bandages your arms.

He leaned his head to softly hit your own to make you smile as if the meaning were to do what other couples do, give a peck on the nose.