The sun was shining bright, the birds were singing, the waves composed a subtle melody, it really was a beautiful day.
So why in the hell were you locked in your room since midday, playing games after games in hopes of getting better at gaming? The answer was pretty simple: Hana Song, professional gamer, decided to throw a gaming night in two weeks. Which meant you had two weeks to get insanely good at video games in hope of impressing your crush. You knew that most agents wouldn’t be much of a threat, but that didn’t stop you from training ceaselessly, watching as much playthroughs and gaming videos as you could, while playing games.
Luckily, Overwatch didn’t receive many calls for helps and missions, which meant you had enough free time to keep yourself in a decent physical shape, and enough time to ‘git gud’. D.va’s livestreams were also a big help, but you knew by watching her play that there was no way you could get to her level in only two weeks.
The girl was a natural, nothing seemed able to stop her when she was concentrated on reaching her goal. She was determined and strong-willed, and awfully gorgeous.
She was also adorable, you couldn’t get enough of her innocent giggles, her nice texts, her overall charming personality (when she had her daily dose of Mountain Dew and victories). But you also loved the other side of her personality, when the sun went down and the demons broke free of the closet.
She was young, so were you, she had to face many threats and many deaths at a young age, those are the kinds of things that mark you forever. You made it your personal mission to make sure that she would be fine, despite being on the battlefields at her age. Sometimes, nightmares of what happened in South Korea would keep her awake at night, roaming the corridors or playing video games until she passed out.
It was during one of those nights that your relationship evolved to the next step, from simply friends to close friends. You caught her sobbing on the mess hall’s sofa, and brought her a hot beverage, before sitting next to her, rubbing her back, telling her to let it all out.
When you thought she was done crying, she threw herself at you, wrapping her surprisingly thin arms around your waist, burying her face in your stomach, as you felt her shake. After a while, you realised that she had fallen asleep on you. You carried her back to her room, finding smashed mirrors and an overall pretty intense mess of clothes and chips bags on the floor. You tucked her in, before grabbing a broom and cleaning up her room, thinking that she should at least wake up in a relatively clean and safe environment.
After picking up the remaining glass shards, you made your way to exit the room, not expecting Hana to call out to you. You turned around, wondering if you were dreaming (it was pretty late, and saw the small Korean girl holding out her hand, as if she was waiting for you to hold it.
You let the broom down, taking her hand, as she pulled you in her bed with surprising strength, cuddling you. You heard her whisper in Korean, but didn’t question it, instead settling in to spend the night. A nap with a friend couldn’t hurt, eh?
But it was pretty hard to sleep when your crush had her head buried in your chest, snoring happily. You sighed, it was going to be a long night. You started to doze off after a while, burying your nose in her dishevelled black hair. You woke up to a blushing mess of a girl, but you laughed it off, saying that it was a pleasure to be her teddy bear.
“You’re a pretty good teddy bear, that’s some solid career choice right here.” She was sitting on her bed, legs crossed, as you were stretching, you noticed her eyes wandering on your body, but when you made a move to look at her she hastily looked away, you could see her cheeks heating up. She was really way too cute.
You wondered if Hana ‘D.va’ Song could really like you in that way, but the way she looked at you when you pretended you weren’t watching was a clear answer. You liked her back, it was really hard not to fall for her, but you decided to take your sweet time, to make sure that it wasn’t just a momentary crush.
You were both young, but you really wanted to build something that would last between you and the professional gamer. You wanted to sweep her off her feet, to make her see stars, to make her heart burn with passion.
So, like a hunter watches its prey, you took your time, analysing her reactions, what she liked, what she didn’t, and decided to be her knight in shining armour.
She often sent you texts late at night, when she couldn’t sleep, asking to spend the night with you, just cuddling, sometimes talking about what you both liked, exchanging gossips about fellow teammates, or watching videos and movies until the wee hours of the morning.
You always made sure that she had everything she needed before a battle, and always checked with Mercy to make sure that Hana didn’t skip a visit with the good doctor, who seemed absolutely delighted that you were taking care of the young agent.
It was no secret that you were romantically interested in D.va, you had to go through the ‘If you hurt her I will murder you’ with most of the other Overwatch agents, the scariest one having been provided by the ‘bird moms’, with Angela being surprisingly scarier than Fareeha.
Lùcio was spending a lot of time in your room, since Hana challenged the team in the infamous ‘Overwatch video games contest’, bringing enough food to last a decade, coaching you to shine in your love’s eyes. Even though he told you about a million times that she was already head over heels for you, you really wanted to show her that you were into what she liked as well.
You didn’t think that you spending so much time with Lùcio was going to cause any problem, but oh boy, it did.
Hana hadn’t called you in three days, you guessed it was because the pills the doctor gave her worked, you still ate with her your usual friends, but spent most your time practicing with Lùcio, and honestly, you reached a pretty acceptable level, you were proud of yourself.
Game night arrived faster than you thought, you knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but luckily, your training proved useful, as you were able to win all your first matches, and to lay back and watch your friends tear themselves apart in Mario Kart. You watched as the doctor and the architect shot each other glares that would make demons cry out in fear. Bets were placed, friendships were broken, it was your usual game night.
Then, the finale came. You versus D.va. You knew it was bound to happen, and had a plan ready: asking Hana out in the middle of the game, in front of all your friends, and of her followers (she was livestreaming the even). As the match started, you began to recall the little speech you made, and as you expertly countered Hana Song on one of her favourite games, you heard her start to fume.
You knew she was not a good loser, but she was really gorgeous, chewing on her lower lip like that, frowning lightly, brows knitted in deep concentration. She let out little frustrated puffs, it was really pretty funny. After one particularly skilful comeback of yours, she almost dropped her controller in anger.
“Go back to your boyfriend, damn it!” She squeaked, you paused, in surprise, before regaining your composure.
“My… boyfriend…?” You arched a curious eyebrow, you thought she at least suspected that you were into her.
“I’m not blind, Lùcio basically moved in your room.” She replied coldly, her strategy was getting more and more aggressive, leaving you little to no time to think about what you just heard. Hana Song was jealous of Lùcio. If the situation wasn’t so critical, you probably would’ve laughed your ass off, but you had enough time to catch a glimpse of the hurt look lingering in her eyes.
From the corner of your eyes, you saw Lùcio doubling over in laughter, barely keeping it silent.
“Hana, what the literal hell?” You asked, chuckling a bit, realising your mistake as she started to tear through your base, you realised with terror that she had been letting you win all this time. D.va was letting you win, despite the fact that she hated losing more than anything else, maybe she loved you more than she hated losing, and that thought alone made your head spin.
“Hana, listen to me, I’m in love with the dork who’s right in front of me.” She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening. “Don’t tell me you didn’t realise.” You added, thinking of how obvious you were.
“Wait… You love me?” She asked, as you dropped your controller onto Hanzo’s lap. “For real?”
You stood up, walking over to her, she stood up as well, her eyes incredibly hopeful. You kissed her, a quick peck on the lips, really, but from the looks of it, it had affected her like a bomb, her mouth was agape, her eyes were wider than should be possible.
You heard someone laugh in the background, this must have been one hell of a sight, truth be told, but you couldn’t care less about what the others thought, because she grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue danced with yours in a complex dance, she tasted like heaven, and when you both had to pull back to breathe, you were greeted with the sight of the smuggest looking Hana ever.
“Looks like my plan worked spectacularly…” She giggled, you turned around to see that you lost, but honestly, it really did not feel like losing. Quite the opposite. “I told you it would work, Song.” A voice with a thick French accent said mockingly.
Of course your mischievous little Hana wouldn’t do that on her own. Sneaky Amélie, you laughed internally, at least she was making friends.
You shook your head and kissed your girlfriend on the nose, earning a few ‘Aww’s from the audience.
