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                                       //  Hana  Song //

                                              “ I play to win “

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It takes him by surprise - he turns away from a counter in the lab Overwatch has so graciously provided him with and finds himself facing Hana. Siebren goes to back up and give her room, but he’s instead pulled into a hug and he stands with his arms raised, eyes wide as he stares down at her.

What prompted this?

“Hana?” He says, and gently brings his hands down. Puts them on her shoulders and tilts his head, brows knit together. He’s trying to figure out if the hug is one of pure friendly delight upon seeing him or something less positive. “Are you alright, kleintje?” 

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           “ Easy, Hana “, said in-between mouthfuls of meat, the sparkles of joy never leaving his eyes throughout the entire time they had spent there. Could anyone blame him? There was a limit to how many instant noodles one could eat, and that limit had been reached last week. “ This is really good, why haven’t we done this before ? “ it’s not what they’re talking about, and Dae-hyun already knows the answer, but maybe Hana would be more lenient on the topic now.

   Maybe.

   Hopefully.

   Please.

           “ No one recognized you so far, and they won’t. It’s not like you look identical to those posters right now “, of course Dae-hyun had noticed them, of course he had looked around nervously, but nothing had happened. Either they were ignored, or people didn’t trust their suspicions, or no one actually recognized her. Guess different hair styles did that for people. “ 'sides, you—we—deserve this. You needed a break and I haven’t had cake in ages. Yes, it’s chocolate. Always chocolate “, and if Dae-hyun could bend the truth a little bit to get it for free, then was it really such a bad thing? It’s not like they got time off for celebrations either way, and even if they did Dae-hyun didn’t doubt that Hana would still be working with TOKKI.

           “ Also, you should probably know this “, he continues, never slowing down in eating. “ But I told them your name is Ji-woo “, it hadn’t been planned, but when the waitress asked him for the name of his friend Dae-hyun figured it was better to lie again rather than risk it. He liked this, a lot, but for Hana work continued whenever she had to be D.VA, and if this was supposed to be a break that was something he had to avoid too. “ So, don’t look too confused if they call you that. “

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                                        “ dangerous, but IMPRESSIVE---                                                       how many fingers am i holding up ?”

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   Hana looks at Mondatta in that moment like she’s regarding a wounded animal, and she feels a flash of reproach aimed at herself — reproach that was quickly consumed by gnawing guilt at having pushed the subject in the first place. She had only been teasing when she’d brought up lovers, she’d never imagined something so… So horrible.

    “I’m sorry,” she replies quietly, torn between looking away and pulling Mondatta into a hug so tight that he forgot all his pain. “I didn’t realize — thank you for telling me.” There comes a pause as she glances down, then reaches out as though to grab Mondatta’s hands — she falters and drops her hands again. Mondatta isn’t a child, he doesn’t need to be consoled as such. She can’t hold back the question, though —

    “ — Are you alright?”

‘ THAT, ‘ mondatta muses, trying in vain to shut away the flood of memories and sorrow that presses itself to the forefront of his mind, ‘ depends on your definition of all right. ‘ 

it’s been so long, but hurts like a fresh wound.  he never forgets, no, but he lives with it, with the knowledge that he will never truly know.  it was too secretive, too careful.  his chassis feels like clamps of steel, constricting down on... something.

her pity washes over him like acid, all at once cleansing and painful.

‘ you could not have known. i never told... anyone, ‘ he says, as if he is only just realising it himself.  ‘ do not blame yourself. ‘ 

he folds his hands.  too tight. 

‘ ... there is a reason i do not speak of it. ‘ 

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“...“ Roadhog did make an attempt to interrupt Hana’s distressed rambling. He wanted to, of course - hell, it felt as though he needed to, even. He did not want her to assume he was angry with her. Disappointed, a little. Worried out of his mind, definitely.

But never angry. He couldn’t be, even if he tried. She was his dear little baby bunny, after all - and even if she did exactly what he asked her not to do, even if she disobeyed him and got herself into danger for no good reason, really. He could never be angry with her.

Besides; he was not the one she bet the living hell out of, with her two bare, tiny hands. The Junker had to admit, it was quite an impressive feat. He would have loved to be there to witness it, to be there to see the faces of the fools daring to mess with his little companion...

And most of all, he wished he could have been there to keep her safe. To protect her. He could set her arm, yes, he could patch her up, as well as he could... But he could not have been there for her when she needed him. He could not protect her.

It felt like a failure on his side, to some extent.

“Bunny.“ he spoke, his voice surprisingly quiet and soft. It did not seem to cause the stream of panicked words escaping the young Junker’s mouth to cease.

His gaze fell on the object she was clutching in her hands. A pity, that it was. He did cherish the little pig figurine, guarded it like it was made of pure gold. It was such an unexpected gift, such a meaningful one, even though to most it did not have much of a value at all, really.

Not that it mattered. 

He had been quite distraught to have lost it, even more so to learn it was some scavenger scum who were in possession of one of the few little trinkets still owned, one of the few things in this world that still held any sort of meaning to him.

But it wasn’t worth risking his or Hana’s life in order to retrieve it. It simply wasn’t worth it.

The Bunny, of course, had a different opinion on that matter.

“Hana.” His voice was louder now, as he approached her, crouching down beside her bed, his large hands wrapping around the girl’s tiny ones, her fingers still tightly wrapped around the toy.

He rarely called her by her ‘real name’ these days. Most of the time he would refer to her as ‘Bunny’ or ‘kid’. Hana had been reserved for special occasions and instances, just as this one.

“It’s fine.” It had never been about the toy anyway.     

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