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Summary: Demons from Hana's past threaten to ruin the relationship she is building with Juno.
Author's Note: A new character! I hope you all enjoy this one <3
Ever since she was a Freshman, Hana Song very rarely cooked for herself.
“I have no idea why you insist on dragging me out on these trips.”
Watchpoint University dorms were built to ‘inspire independence’, and contained neat, decently-sized kitchens in which the students were encouraged to cook their own meals and keep themselves sustained. It was a space Hana was largely unfamiliar with, unless she was microwaving something or what Angela was cooking smelt particularly good that day.
Angela laughed quietly, looking down at her shopping list. “Because you steal our food often enough for you to at least choose a few meals for yourself.”
“And pay,” came Lena’s voice from below. She was crouched, rifling through the bargain shelf through slightly stale cereals that were half price. Kiriko stood next to her, frowning down at her phone. When Lena spoke she looked up, searched for Hana’s eyes quickly and nodded.
“Uh, yeah, pay, miss face-of-Nano-Cola. You’ve got poor Lena snuffling about in the reduced cereal section like a racoon.”
All four of the women fell about laughing, Lena jokingly smacking Kiriko on the leg. The four of them shared a floor at their dorms, and had done so for two years at that point. None of them were serious about Hana paying, because they were always spoiled by her anyway. Only the week prior, Hana had knocked on Kiriko’s door with a basketful of beauty products that she’d been sent in PR, and knew that Kiriko would use it far more than she would.
Hana leant her weight on the shopping cart, lazily pushing it around the corner, following Angela like she was her bored child. Although she complained, she did enjoy these shopping trips. She loved the way the women had their assigned seats in her car, which she had lovingly named Tokki, and how each of them would argue over what songs should play on the radio. How they begged her to put the roof down on sunny days or turn the heat on during winter. Hana loved that familiarity more than anything. They walked slowly past the medicine aisle, and Hana straightened, pushing the cart towards Angela.
“Stay there a sec, ‘kay?” she breathed, before rushing over towards the rows of Band-Aids. Angela cocked an eyebrow, glancing at the other two women.
“Hana, I gave you a stack of those at the beginning of September,” she called to her friend, who was leafing through different boxes with an air of concentration that none of them had ever seen her possess. “What are you doing to need more?”
Hana held up a box of Band-Aids that were adorned with little multicoloured planets and yellow stars. “Correction. You gave me a stack of boring Band-Aids. Juno hurt herself coming to class the other day and I had to cover her legs in boring beige.”
Kiriko, Lena and Angela all shared a look. As Hana walked back over and casually dropped the box into the cart, she caught it and paused.
“What?”
“You’re buying Band-Aids for Juno?” Kiriko asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Rolling her eyes, Hana took the handle of the cart and began pushing it away from them.
“This is her first time ever riding a bike. You think they had those things on Mars? I’m just being cautious.”
Kiriko and Lena began to walk ahead, but Angela just kept staring, the smallest hint of a fond smile on her face.
-
Juno ghosted her fingertips over the multicoloured planets on the Band-Aid that Hana had put on her knee that morning. October had brought more rain than Juno had anticipated could even be possible, which soaked through the scattered, yellowing leaves on the sidewalk, turning Juno’s cycle to college into a treacherous, slippery journey. But, despite the physical pain of falling over, Juno’s chest filled with warmth at the sight of the space-themed medical assistance. The thought of Hana seeing something like that in a store and thinking of her made Juno slightly lightheaded. Is this what friendship was like? If so, she couldn’t quite decide if she wanted a million more friends or a million years longer with the friends she already had.
Beside her, Wuyang Ye poked at his lunch. He had an important in-class exam next period, and had been quiet all throughout lunch. Anran had introduced them one day, in the two hours of free time Juno had between Intro to Robotics and American Lit on Thursdays. In the two weeks that had followed their introduction, they’d been meeting up in their free periods together. Wuyang had also introduced Juno to Illari and Lena, who had heard of Juno through the grapevine but hadn’t met her until recently. They shared the same free periods on Thursdays, so sat across from them that day.
“Wuyang, it is very important to eat!” Juno stressed, pushing his paper plate towards him. The man shook his head, his face crumpling at the sight of his hot dog.
“I feel sick even thinking about food,” he said, pushing the plate back away. “I feel sick thinking about anything.”
Illari jerked her thumb towards the food truck Wuyang had bought the hot dog from. “Dude, you paid nearly $12 for that. That should be enough incentive to eat even a bit.”
Wuyang picked the hot dog up and took a bite, smiling bashfully when Juno burst out laughing next to him.
“Hana is that truck’s number one customer, I swear,” Lena mumbled, eyeing the hot dog as if it would, at any moment, reach out and slap her. Juno wasn’t sure why the mention of Hana’s name excited her so much. Any insight into her friend by other people seemed so thrilling, like she was putting one more piece into her Hana-shaped puzzle.
“You don’t enjoy them, Lena?” Juno asked, cocking her head. Lena laughed, shaking her head.
“Honestly, Juno, if you plan to be around Hana a lot, you’ll get sick of the smell of them,” Lena replied, turning herself away from Wuyang, who was now enthusiastically shoving hot dog into his mouth, his appetite returned in full force.
“I plan to be around Hana as much as possible,” Juno said, her face set and assured. Lena tried to hide her expression of amusement. If Hana was here right now, listening to this, Lena was sure the woman would explode. “I find her fascinating!”
“I’m sure she feels the same way about you, Juney,” Illari said quietly, smiling as she rested her cheek on the back of her hand.
-
As it always does, Monday eventually rolled around again. Juno sat on the desk, with Hana on the seat in front of her, carefully re-bandaging the cut Juno had gotten last week.
“... and that’s why we eventually had to switch to terminals, as they are far more reliable than the computers Earth sent us!” Juno was just finishing a story, watching Hana’s hands closely. It didn’t look like it, but Hana had been intently listening the entire time. Everything that came out of Juno’s mouth felt sacred, and Hana was so in awe of the fact this woman lived on Mars that every time she spoke about home, it felt like she was talking about a sci-fi movie she’d just watched and was recounting the plot.
“Yeah, our laptops are slightly more powerful but less secure,” Hana said, sitting up, satisfied with her medical skills. She’d put so many Band-Aids on Juno at that point that she could map the woman’s knees and shins perfectly. But she didn’t linger on that thought too much. “There you go, all patched up. Is it still hurting you?”
Juno extended her knee and bent it a few times, her mouth drawing up into one corner as she considered it.
“Not as much as it did before! Thank you, Hana. You’re so wonderful.”
Coughing, Hana fumbled about in her bag, looking for something she didn’t even need. Anything not to look at Juno, or the way the Martian’s face had softened as her eyes scanned Hana’s face, an insurmountable fondness building in her chest as her friend avoided her. Hana helped Juno off the table, and they both settled into a comfortable silence. Juno had rubbed off on Hana: she sat up a little more, tried to take in more of what the professor was saying rather than instantly jotting notes down to look at later. It was all subconscious; Hana barely felt herself doing it. She just slotted in next to Juno so effortlessly that it was like she’d treated classes like this her entire life.
Professor Oladele clapped her hands together, standing in front of the screen and smiling at her class.
“We’re going to start talking about our yearly projects this seminar,” she began, her smile morphing into an excited grin. “This is my first time overseeing your projects, and I’ll be marking them alongside your regular professor. I’ve been told to tell you to resume your usual partners, and I’ll go around each pair in this lesson to discuss ideas with you.”
Brigitte often had this strange, prophetical sixth sense. The hairs on the back of her neck tingled slightly, like she was a cat with its hackles raised. As the room around her erupted in conversation, her own partner excitedly tugging on her sleeve, she couldn’t help but glance back at Hana and Juno, that weird foreboding feeling washing over her.
Juno glanced around the room, chewing on her lip. That same oppressive feeling that she’d felt her first time at Robotics Club came crawling back as everybody around her naturally fell into their pairs. When she glanced over at Hana, she was scrolling through her phone, a bored look on her face.
“Um, Hana?” Juno said quietly. Professor Oladele was right at the front of the class, and it would be a good hour until she reached Juno and Hana right at the back.
“Hm?”
“I… I believe I require a partner.”
Hana snorted, clicking her phone off and looking at Juno. “Don’t look at me. I don’t do partners.”
Another side of Hana that Juno had unlocked. Hana had many friends, and was bright and extroverted when she was confronted with a crowd. In private, she was slightly more withdrawn and preferred to observe before contributing. Something Juno had noticed whilst hanging out with Hana and their friends was that Hana never commanded her friends like she did with a crowd. Juno liked that about her. Really liked that. Hana had quickly become her comfort, and she made Juno feel like she wasn’t crazy, because she had Hana to look to. Until right at that moment. Juno turned to her friend, frowning.
“What does that mean?” Juno probed, and Hana laughed again, driving a painful sting into Juno’s chest.
“I don’t work with other people that much, Juno. I’ve always done Robotics projects alone, I just… work better that way.”
Why did she seem so irritated? Juno turned back towards the front of the class, feverishly chewing on the inside of her cheek. Perhaps she didn’t know Hana as well as she thought. Brigitte glanced behind her again and her face fell when she caught Juno’s expression. Hana fucking Song, Brigitte thought angrily to herself, I knew you were going to do this. Brigitte watched Juno’s cogs turn, practically hearing the gears grind before she pushed herself away from the table and made her way over to Efi. Hana caught Brigitte’s eye and, pulling a face, mouthed ‘What?’ in response to Brigitte’s thunderous expression. Juno and Efi made their way over to Hana’s table, the Professor’s hand on the small of Juno’s back, her heart breaking for the quiet, frightened way in which the girl had approached her.
“There you are, Juno, sit back down,” Efi began, guiding Juno back into her seat before turning her attention to Hana. “Miss Song, what exactly is the problem here?”
Hana glanced between Juno and Efi, hoping to catch Juno’s eye, but the Martian was staring at her balled up hands on top of the table, the tops of her cheeks bright pink.
“There is no problem, Professor, I was just telling Juno that I don’t do partners-”
Efi held a hand up to silence her. “You don’t do partners? What about Juno? There’s nobody else in the class she can pair with.”
“There was an odd number before, the other professor said that-”
“I’m not the old professor, Miss Song.” Efi’s voice was stern, much older than she was. There was a fury behind her dark eyes. Hana had always been so kind to Juno, so she had no idea why she was being so selfish and cruel over something so stupid as a project.
Next to them, Juno was struggling to breathe steadily. It was escaping her nose in short, warm bursts as she pursed her lips, trying to will the tears that were threatening to escape to retreat back into her eyes. This was humiliating. Hana was arguing so insistently, clearly vehemently against having Juno as her partner. Was her work in Robotics Club really so poor that Hana felt like it threatened her GPA? Juno had been under the impression that her work had been excellent, and she was picking up Earth’s advancements in Robotics very well. Hana herself had sung her praises. So what was the reason for this display? People were glancing behind them, looking between them. Brigitte was rigid as she watched the interaction, only picking up on scraps of words over the general hum of conversation in the room. Her heart broke for Juno, whose eyes were glistening with tears and arms were shaking because she was balling her hands into fists so tight.
“I don’t do partners, I work better alone. I don’t want to work with Juno,” Hana insisted. Efi couldn’t help but tut in frustration.
“Juno is your partner, Miss Song. End of discussion.”
Juno had to look away from Hana when she made a noise of annoyance, throwing her hands up in the air. Brigitte met Juno’s eye, and Juno just shook her head, defeated. What else could she do?
As soon as the hand hit the hour, Juno grabbed her bag and flew out of the room as fast as she could, absolutely not looking behind her. Hana watched her leave, confusion flickering across her face. That confusion only deepened when Brigitte grabbed her by the arm, yanking her to look at her.
“What-”
“What the fuck was that, Hana?” Brigitte hissed. “Are you kidding me?”
Hana’s face fell. Was what she did really that bad? Of course, she had felt bad. She knew as soon as Juno refused to talk to her that she’d fucked up, but her insistance upon no partners had nothing to do with Juno. If anything, she was blessed to have the Martian as a partner. Her approaches to robotics were largely unconventional, but extremely genius. They had a very good chance of winning if they took any project they made to the annual Science Fair, but Hana had gotten so used to working alone that she feared her ability, or, more accurately, inability, to work with another person.
“I don’t like partners, Brig, you know why,” Hana managed, her heart falling to her stomach when Brig pulled away to pinch the bridge of her nose and groan. Hana felt panic start to rise in her throat, a thick, sticky feeling that didn’t budge even when she tried to swallow it down. She searched Brig’s face desperately. “You know why.”
“You’re running away?”
Hana gripped her bag close to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut, wishing her friend away. Guilt had coated her entire body; it was if her limbs were made from lead, every slight move she made with great effort. It was two hours until her flight, and Yuna Lee had accosted her outside the hangar. Hana hadn’t expected any of the MEKA team to be there that day, which was precisely why Hana had chosen that day to leave. Facing any of them was too difficult, and the most difficult one to face had emerged from the fray. Hana kicked herself: she knew she should have flown commercial. It was a huge risk using the MEKA base- and one of their aircrafts- to get to America.
The fact Hana couldn’t even look at Yuna infuriated her. Fury battered against her chest as she shoved Hana back, hard. The girl stumbled, eyes opening as she found her footing, raising her arms defensively.
“You are weak,” Yuna spat, her top lip curling upwards into a feral, furious snarl. Hana had never seen such anger before, not even when they had been fighting the enemy. “One hardship and you’re deserting your team? To what? Stream your stupid little game?”
“To get an education, Yuna,” Hana replied, before her friend could spit any more vitriol. Hana’s success as a streamer had been a point of contention between them for years. Yuna thought it was distracting her from reality, or being a good fighter. Hana did it to make the people of Korea have somebody to idolise. To distract them from reality, not Hana: she was all too rooted in reality. It crept into her dreams, squeezed her heart and filled her with crippling fear.
Yuna had darted across the room, gripped a can of Nano Cola with Hana’s grinning face plastered on it, and hurtled it right at her. It smacked her in the chest and hit the ground, bursting upon impact and spinning, splattering Nano Cola all over Hana’s shoes and the hangar floor.
“I hope you get more stupid drink endorsements wherever you’re escaping to,” Yuna hissed, her breath coming out in short, angry bursts as she glared at somebody she used to love. “The rest of us will still be here, risking our lives whilst the glorious Hana Song gets to basque in a new education funded by the money we made her by murdering people!”
Yuna spun around to leave. Hana knew this was her last chance. She stepped over the Nano Cola can, which had now rolled to a tired stop, and reached her hand out.
“Jageum gom-”
Little bear.
Hana should have expected the slap. It made her stagger anyway, her hand flying up to her cheek, the impact of Yuna’s hand stinging the soft skin there. It was too late. Yuna’s footsteps had disappeared back inside the base, and all Hana could do was wait until the aircraft was ready for her to escape into.
Maybe Yuna was right.
Brigitte’s chest muffled Hana’s long, breathy belly sobs. She hugged her friend as tightly as she could, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head. Hana was still in the wrong. There was no doubting that, and it was up to her to make it up and explain things to Juno. But until she did that, Brigitte would be there for her, like she always was. Because if it was the other way around, Hana would do the same for her in a heartbeat. Hana Song never abandoned her friends.
Brigitte carefully pulled out her phone, keeping one arm tightly around her friend, and opened Anran’s contact card.
B. Lindholm: code bear. i2r lab. be here asap. bring angela if u see her. love you.
-
Pocketing his wallet, another $12 down, Wuyang looked around as he waited for his hot dog to be made. Next to him, Kiriko leant against the side of the food truck, frowning down at her phone. Her frown deepened, her head snapping up to catch Anran and Angela rushing across the campus towards the engineering building.
“Oh, shit,” Kiriko hissed, grabbing her backpack from the ground and nudging Wuyang. “Emergency. Gotta go.”
Before Wuyang had even a second to think, Kiriko was rushing off, sprinting across the yard and calling after Anran. Anran gripped her hand and guided her and Angela into the building. Wuyang, taking his hot dog from the food truck employee, watched them go. What could have happened to make them all run like that? The look on Angela’s face had been intense. When Wuyang got back to his table, Illari was there with Juno, her arm around her as the Martian cried into her own hands. He dropped the hot dog on the table, cried out softly when it teetered dangerously to the side, before rushing over to put a hand on Juno’s back.
“Juno? What happened?” he asked, his eyes flicking between her and Illari. The woman’s face was slightly crumpled in sympathy as she rubbed her thumb over Juno’s shoulder, shaking her head.
“Her and Hana had an argument,” Illari said quietly, tucking Juno’s hair behind her ear to get it out of her face.
“She was awful to me, Wuyang,” Juno said, pulling her face out of her hands to look back at him. It was Wuyang’s turn for his face to crumple, not thinking when he reached out to swipe away a stream of tears with his thumb. Sobbing softly, Juno turned her face into the touch, and Wuyang felt electricity burst in his hand. It trembled when he brought it away, his heart leaping when Juno leant into him and began to recount the story again so he was brought up to speed. Illari shook her head the entire way through her recounting it, tutting. She’d known Hana since they were Freshmen, but they’d never been that close. Illari knew that she wasn’t a bad person, but how was Juno to know that? All she had to work with was first impressions, she hadn’t known Hana for years like everyone else did.
“Listen,” Illari said, wiping Juno’s tears away and holding her face so the woman was looking at her properly. Juno’s bottom lip wobbled. “Give it some time. Have a think about what you want to say to her when you see her next. When will you see her again?”
“Wednesday,” Juno sniffed, bringing the tissue Wuyang had given her to her face and dabbing her nose tenderly. “I’m making a facial recognition doorbell with her and Brigitte in the club.”
“Facial recognition?” Wuyang remarked, amazed. He gave Juno’s arm a squeeze. “I’d love to have you as my Robotics partner, Juno.”
Illari quirked an eyebrow. “Wuyang, you’re a medicine major.”
“So? You saw how good my robot was at Lucio’s party last year. I’m sure that can get me by.”
The both of them wore relieved smiles when Juno broke into laughter between them.
“I am sorry for being so dramatic,” Juno said, sniffing again. Her expression wasn’t as bright as it usually was, but she had cheered up considerably. “I just want Hana to like me. Her behaviour has made me feel very inadequate.”
“You should tell her that, eventually,” Illari replied, glancing down at her phone. “I said I’d meet someone soon. Will you guys be okay?”
Smiling softly, Juno nodded.
“Wuyang will take very good care of me, I am sure!”
The blush that coated Wuyang’s face was unmistakable, and Illari walked away from the table feeling quite the wingman.
-
n3rfth1s donated $10!
n3rfth1s: this is lowkey the quietest ive ever seen u. u gud? love u btw
Hana glanced up at the donation and grimaced. Was her mood really that noticeable? She’d streamed that night to very strictly remove her brain from gnawing on the memories of that day. Turning from Hana to D.Va helped her process things. For a while, she could be the energetic, unapologetic streamer who cursed at StarCraft and cried laughing at the antics of her audience. By detaching from her reality, she could come back to being Hana Song with a clear mind.
Doing the exact thing Yuna once accused her of.
Hana took her headset off to ruffle her hair.
“You’re all annoyingly observant,” she teased, shaking her hair out of the way to put her headset back on. “What if I had taken a vow of silence or something, hm?”
sockroach: well youve lost if you were
meerkatn1p: bro thinks shes an omnic monk
furryfucker420: “you’re all so observant” do u think we’re watching this with sound and video off
Hana burst into laughter.
“Thank you for your astute observation, furryfucker420,” she giggled, shaking her head. What was the point of lying? If it was obvious, she might as well mention it. “I did something mean today to someone I… someone I really like.”
She rolled her eyes when chat exploded.
“I knew you guys would focus on the person I like and not the fact I’ve been a morally reprehensible person. Focus on the right thing, people!”
Hana clicked off StarCraft and changed the stream so it was just her. She thanked a few people for their donations before reaching over and cracking open a Nano Cola. They had sent her a mini fridge two years ago, and she always had it next to her desk. It was the most low-effort way of promoting them, along with the occasional ‘Buy Nano Cola!’ pop up that would show every now and then on her stream. All she could think about was Juno, even when streaming.
“I’ve met a girl,” she began, giving a second for the chat to catch up. She couldn’t stop the grin when there were several ‘GAY!!!’ chats rolling in, along with a burst of excited chatter. “So you can stop posting old photos of me and Lucio on Twitter now and trying to claim they’re recent.”
She stuck her tongue out jokingly before continuing.
“And I was just… mean to her today. I didn’t mean it, but that’s not the point. I did something bad and I’m genuinely too embarrassed to apologise.”
She wasn’t expecting to feel so much better after talking to her chat. Brigitte, Anran, Angela and Kiriko had sat with her for hours that evening, talking at length about Yuna and everything that waited for Hana back in Korea. As a rule, Hana did not talk about Korea or her time with the MEKA squad on stream. Her moderators were under strict orders to permaban anyone who mentioned it. So getting to talk to her friends about her past, then her fans about Juno… it felt like a good balance. Obviously, she didn’t give them all the details. In fact, she didn’t give them any about Juno. Just about her own feelings. Juno wasn’t D.Va’s to have. She was Hana’s. When she ended the stream and said goodnight to her viewers, she got straight into bed. The day had exhausted her. Seeing Juno on Wednesday- if she even showed up to the club- was Hana’s chance to explain herself. Brig and Angela had encouraged her to just open up completely to Juno, seeing no cons to doing so.
As Hana fell asleep, she prayed to whatever lurked in the sky that she hadn’t fucked this thing she had with Juno up. Across the city, Juno lay in bed staring at the ceiling, excited to see Wuyang for coffee the next day.
