Love, D.VA!

   he finds himself smiling, even the tinniest bit, as another wave of nostalgia hits; warm in his core. he’d missed this strange feeling ; perplexing for sure. and he pushed it down, lest it start to turn bittersweet and melancholy.    he watched with patience as he allowed hana to set everything up before he was reaching for his bow, letting it rest in his palm as a comforting weight before he was turning to the younger girl. “ I see, well, rest assured you will be far passed 8/10 once we are done.” he spoke, perhaps gloating only a little, before turning back to his usual serious self. “ but first, what pointers did mccree teach you ?”  he’s sure they’re reasonable, the man was an impeccable aim - he merely did not want to repeat anything already taught and practised.

Hana nodded, presuming that it would have been better to show him her ability than merely explaining it to him. McCree also was of her same opinion. Room was built so that any bullet not directed to the targets was absorbed by the protective walls, it wasn’t dangerous for Hanzo or herself. She wore the ear protectors and brought one to the archer as well.

The Korean gamer raised her right arm so that it would be perpendicular to her body, clenching the laser gun in her tight fist. The young woman spent one second to align her weapon to the first target (when her eyes turned from a relaxed, cheerful light to a completely focused, somewhat threatening glare), then she started shooting: the first two shots left a hole in the target’s head, then she proceeded to the others. The gun started to vibrate into her hand and her aim got slightly off: at first, she managed to keep it straight, then it got lower and she hit the targets’ chests, and eventually she missed the last four.

Well, damn. He was caught up, there was no denying now, no lying to himself and refusing to see - he was all caught up in her charm, and it made his heart race, his throat lump, his lips itch, and to hear her speak such words of his art filled him with pride. His fingers felt like fire where she held them, and he felt like a cheesy idiot for thinking he could just die in this fire and he’d be happy.

“… Perfeita.” He muttered, half as an answer and half as describing her, just shining under the waning sun, her own light a thousand times as bright. He held her fingers back, bringing them to his lips and kissing them.

Feeling his lips stroking her hand so lightly, so gently yet so intensely made her face explode with heat. She blushed madly and her cheeks turned so bright she had no doubts she could outshine the sun and its red sparkle. Heart was thumping with dull sounds, her eyes were a little bit watery and she felt like fainting. Hana struggled to maintain self-control and she indeed managed to swallow back anxiety rising from the depth of her stomach.

“Ah-ah-ha!” her laugh was a squeeze of pure nervousness and tension as she pulled her hand away from Lúcio, covering her mouth as she tried to choke down her stressed reaction. She wasn’t used to that kind of contact and moreover not from a guy she reputed ‘handsome’. It was kinda out of her space and made her extremely uncomfortable. It was not Lúcio’s fault though, of course, it was just her... her self-conscious self.