So imagine in a scenario where Lucio is newly recruited into Overwatch and noone has ever told him about Baptiste casually flirting with other people before, that when they first met, Lucio was taken aback from Baptiste's charisma and got flustered. Baptiste smiling all the while as he complimented Lucio's music.

However, in a scenario where Lucio was given the heads up about Baptiste's charm, Lucio was still a bit flustered but was able to casually brush it off and smile back, thanking him for the compliment.

In the context of Baptiste X Lucio, Baptiste not being able to fluster Lucio that much by his charm after their first interactions because he does it with others would be an interesting thing to play with.

Especially once Baptiste realized he actually may have a crush on the energetic DJ and he wants to know if Lucio interested in him like that.

Imagine if he sees Lucio being flustered by other people mentioning romance but when Baptiste does it, he just smiles warmly. And sometimes even quips back, though rarely. Lucio not getting as flustered by Baptiste's antics unlike before.

It may make Baptiste think that Lucio just isn't interested in him in that way. And that's okay.

But then, everything changes one day.

Every time Baptiste greets Lucio, he would almost stumble on his feet even if he wasn't wearing his skates. Every time Baptiste smiles at Lucio, he would just blink at him silently, smiling back before quickly looking away. Every time Baptiste talks to Lucio, he would just nodding along, sometimes even stuttering on his words.

Lucio realized he may have feelings for Baptiste.

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We live in adjacent apartments, our bedrooms are on the opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you cry. Couldn’t stand it anymore and talked to you through the wall

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My neighbor is pretty noisy. Our apartments are next to each other, and the walls aren’t the thickest, to be honest. There’s one that’s noticeably thin in my bedroom, through which I can hear almost everything that happens on the other side of the wall. I’ve discovered quite a few things about my neighbor thanks to that. For example, I've learned that he’s an exchange student (guessing by his fluent Portuguese), and he's studying medicine just like me. He listens to music daily, most of it being EDM, and judging by the volume at which he plays it, he doesn't know about the thickness problem in our walls. It bothers me most of the time, but I just let him be.

A few days ago, I was studying for an exam, confused as to why I didn’t hear music coming from the other side of the wall when then I heard a loud thud come from the opposite bedroom, similar to a door closing abruptly. Soon enough, a certain sound was heard, something I'd never heard coming from the other side.

Whimpering.

Knowing something was wrong, I walked towards the wall, sat with my back leaned in it, and just listened like I always did. Some words could be heard from inside, but they were incomprehensible to me. I recognized the language, it was Portuguese, but I didn't know enough to decipher what he was saying. Despite this, I didn't have to be an expert in Portuguese to know, thanks to his voice tone, that he wasn't having a good time.

"Eu sou um idiota!... Como eu pensei que poderia continuar com essa carreira como se nada tivesse acontecido?". He must've been next to the wall because even though he was whispering, I could still hear him. After those words I didn't hear him speak anymore, he just muttered as he tried to talk, but only got to stutter halfway through his words. A few minutes passed, and he didn't seem to get any better from what I could hear. I thought about it for a bit, until I finally decided what to do.

"Hey, are you okay there?"

I spoke to him through the wall.

His stuttering stopped for a few seconds, probably confused as to who was speaking to him.

"Quem… Quem é?!" He exclaimed, still stuttering.

"I'm your neighbor, I live on the other side of the wall you're next to right now" I said, trying not to sound harsh or rude. "Do you need help?"

I heard a silent thud, and then he sighed.

"...Yes, I guess… I guess I need help" He finally answered, to then inhale and exhale, trying to calm down.

"Okay. Tell me what happened"

A few moments of silence passed through before he could tell me his problem, and judging by how he spoke, it was the first time he told somebody about it.

"I don't like the career I'm following right now… Like, I'm supposed to help people, but medicine isn't for me! Besides that, I'm just an estrangeiro for everyone here, a kid who doesn't belong"

Estrangeiro… That meant "foreigner", and he surely wasn't saying it positively.

"And can't you change your career? You shouldn't continue if it makes you unhappy" I asked, trying to be of help.

"Hah, I would've done it already if I had the chance, but I can't! I have this… Great pressure coming from my parents to become a "honor-deserving person" by having a good job and being an excellent student. But that's not the path I want to follow, and that's been torturing me for weeks now… It's not that I wanna be a horrible person but, but… I just can't!"

I listened to every word he said, understanding his situation as I had been in his shoes before. After he told me everything, I leaned my head against the wall, trying to organize my thoughts before speaking to him again.

"I understand what you're going through. It's… tough, to say the least, to contradict your parents' expectations, but you can't hide your truth forever and live a life that isn't yours. You have to tell them sooner or later" A sigh was heard from the other side of the wall, it seemed like my answer wasn't the one he was looking for, but it was the truth.

"It's just… They've always believed in me, and I can't let them down"

"Listen to me: You don't owe them your life, and you don't owe them your dreams. Parents are supposed to be supportive, and even though it's true that being kind to them and making the most of every opportunity they make for you is a way to say thanks for everything they've done, you don't have to renounce your ambitions to do it"

"But… You're right, but I can't tell them, just… not now" He sounded calmer than before, without any stuttering at all.

"Don't worry, take your time..."

Some minutes of silence passed by, as I sat next to the wall. I don't know why I stayed, I guess it just didn't feel okay to leave as if nothing had happened.

"...By the way, who are you?" His voice cut the silence.

"I already told you, I'm your neighbor"

"I mean, your nome, your name"

"Oh, I'm Baptiste, Jean-Baptiste… You?"

"... Lúcio, the name's Lúcio"

"Lúcio…" I said, repeating what he had just said. "...That's a nice name"

"Thanks, I guess… Also, thank you for, you know, helping me with this"

"No problem! If you ever need help, just knock" A slight smile appeared on my face, since it felt nice to help someone for once.

After an hour (more or less) of chatting, we finally said goodbye. I stood up and looked around the room, noticing the open notebook on my desk along with some books.

"Right, the exam..." I thought to myself as I walked up to the desk, sitting down on the chair in front of it.

Soon enough, I heard music coming from Lúcio's apartment, just like every other night. Surprisingly, it didn't bother me to listen to his music from that day onward.

big & small, future & past

(ok but tbh this all just made me question wtf the size difference is gonna be between mauga and lucio. like??)

So... I've heard Baptiste and Sombra are good friends?