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Barging into her room uninvited was already a habit of Hyunwoo’s. They had nothing to hide from one another after all. She was the one that took him under her wing when he first got to Cheongnam. She taught him how to fend for himself and how to rise to the top of the high school foodchain. She was his older sister from another mister, and they were inseparable - the twin horrors of the prestigious educational establishment, or, as he saw it, his practice  zone for appealing to the masses and ruling over peasants before he was playing with the big sharks.

They knew everything about each other and they were used to one another’s presence, so when Hyunwoo opened the door to see a half-naked Sooyoung, he didn’t even bat an eye. It could have been because he was gay that neither of them freaked out, or maybe they were already so familiar with every aspect of one another’s bodies from being so close for such a long time already that seeing the other’s natural state didn’t affect them.

Upon entering the room, the male took residence on the female’s bed, watching her doll herself up. He couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was, as per usual. Despite not being attracted to girls, he still could appreciate female beauty, yet he always thought Sooyoung was the prettiest - clear favoritism right there.

( * The waves roll and crash against the shore, the sand colored a dim grey as only the moon throws light onto it. The water splashes against his toes, reminding him of how cold sea water is in the early mornings. Everyone’s asleep right now. He isn’t. He doesn’t want to be in the same room as him. Hyunwoo sighs bringing a cigarette up to his lips. )

Hyunwoo’s pencil bounces against his textbook in time with the tick of the clock. Tap, tap, tap. His feet shuffle against the floor as he crosses one over the other, body leaning towards the clock just slightly in anticipation. He knows everyone’s eyes are on the clock, counting the last seconds until the bell rings for the last time that day, sending all students home. The teacher’s voice is drowned out by his own beating heart ringing in his ears, and somehow, he feels that this day is going to end differently.

Sehun wanted to talk to him. He said it’s important. Perhaps that is why he feels his stomach turn uncomfortably, like he is about to throw up. He’s afraid of being alone with Sehun. All his life he’d been fine with it. They were friends since before they could even walk. They shared everything. But lately everything become harder. Breathing became harder around him. Speaking became harder, too. Maybe Sehun didn’t notice it, but Hyunwoo did. And he was afraid of what it meant. It couldn’t mean that... because if it did, Hyunwoo would lose everything. Even him.

His thoughts are cut short when the bell rings, which barely manages to sound over the voices and creaks of chairs that fill the room. Hyunwoo follows his fellow classmates out the door with his eyes, but remains seated in his place, hands clenching tightly against one another from where they rest under the male’s chin. He is afraid of being alone with best friend.

Hyunwoo finally rises after fives minutes of staring into the hallway, envisioning their little talk. He has no reason to be so anxious, he doesn’t even know what Sehun wants! But he knows that he wants the conversation to end quickly, so as he walks down the hallway to meet Sehun, Hyunwoo already makes up an excuse.

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The wind whistled through the cracks in the walls of the old Overwatch base, creating a nervous sort of melody that echoed within the empty halls.

Zenyatta heard none of it in his powered down mode; his motion sensors programmed for a higher threshold than that of a breeze carrying dusty particles around the moonlit room.

But they did catch the humanoid figure darting past his floating position, booting the omnic back into state of full alert, the lights on his forehead turning on as he took in his surroundings.

The figure was nowhere left to be seen, but it didn’t take much processing for Zenyatta to know who it was, and worry once again settled within his mind.

The mission given to him and Genji by the re-established Overwatch had been a fairly routine one - had they not messed it up the first time. The omnic hardly thought the blame was to be placed on a single person’s shoulders, yet it did mean they were required to lie low for a few days until a new opportunity arose.

This was not the source of Zenyatta’s uneasiness, however. Rather, it was his student himself. Genji seemed... uncharacteristically quiet since the first failed mission, and it was vexing the omnic. They had formed a close knit bond during their time together, and the ninja seemed to (albeit very gradually) learn to place his trust within his omnic master, and would confide in him when it was needed. The monk found himself... almost appreciative of this manner of spiritual intimacy they had learned to share.

Genji did nothing of the sort this time around, and yet Zenyatta had learnt to read the other’s body language well enough to know that something was indeed amiss.

It was so that he found himself following in the direction in which the figure disappeared, promptly stumbling (as he knew he would) upon a soft green glow illuminating one of the rooms closer to the exit.

Zenyatta stopped in his track as soon as he floated past the doorway, not wanting to intrude upon the other too abruptly.

          “—Genji.”

There was a softness to his mechanical voice, as much as a softness was able to be formed among plates of metal. He stayed silent for a few moments longer, allowing the other to adjust to his presence.

         “I sense... disquiet within you.”

         “It must be fascinating, is it not?”

Zenyatta turned to face the other, a kind curiosity c oloring his tone of voice.

          “I have not been to a concert in such manner.”

The omnic was hardly opposed to the idea, yet life in Himalayas did not often provide such opportunities. He was... curious, still.

         “I have not had the opportunity to voice it, yet it          is an honor to meet you, Dr Ziegler.”

Zenyatta floated to the blonde’s side, inclining his head in a manner of greeting.