#dvamon.

Yuna’s got this...Absolutely blank look to her. Almost like she’s irritated--We all know she isn’t, that’s just her face! A tilt of her head, bat of her eyes. “This hoodie?” She shakes it a little. It’s a D.mon hood! But with a retro 8-bit sort of look to the logo. Very nice. It’s one of Hana’s favorites because of the fleece on the inside. Nice and cozy, perfect for this chilly room.

“This hoodie? The one you like so much?” She’s revving up to be an absolute bully, holding it just out of Hana’s reach. Size differences really do be coming in handy. Sharing is caring! 

Suddenly, despite already wearing one herself. Yuna brings the hoodie over her head, securing it on her body. It’s snug. She won’t be able to wear it long. But the look on Hana’s face. She doesn’t know whether to be annoyed or mad. Or terrified.

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     hana’s a bit dazed, mouth hung open in surprise. she knows it was an accident. she knows it was ! still, she keeps staring at the holo screen, watching the save file with her name wink at her with 0% progress when it’d been 85% the night before. shit is rough out here. hana takes a deep breath, going the cartoon route of pushing her mouth closed with her fingers.

     “    don’t worry about it.    “

    it’s a brand new game and not one of the vintage ones the pair of them like to mess around with. damn ! it’s not like she won’t catch up back to the progress she had with ease, and she knows yuna must feel terrible. hana sees it in those big brown eyes of hers. she fears for a split second that yuna might even cry or something. her and that big cotton candy heart of hers. hana reaches for yuna’s hands quickly.

The noise from her game dies down, lights on the holo screen dimming. It’s the middle of the night, neither of them could really sleep. Thankfully being on leave gave them that tiny bit of leeway. At least Hana was trying, Yuna gave that up probably four hours ago. Bean? Bean was fucking knocked out on a shelf. 

Tilting her head, Yuna looks back. Hana looked so tiny, buried up in those bright sheets, clinging to a few extra pillows she brought from her room. They share silence, and a smile. They both knew what the answer was. Yuna rises, trading the big screen for her hand held console.

Big thanks to the future, being able to do shit like that. “Well scoot over. You can do back to the D.va Cave if you’re gonna bed hog.~” She gives Hana a playful nudge, before doing most of the work for her anyways. Big, nimble D.mon. Able to navigate around her Bunny with ease. She settles down, letting Hana keep all the covers. She gets too hot anyways. Likes that night breeze. “You gonna backseat drive while I play?” She hopes so. Song commentary is the only valid form she’ll take while she plays. She feels a soft kiss press to her shoulder, before Hana rests her head there. Sturdy shoulders, for supporting ones girlfriend. 

(    *    & .    —    THE  UMBRELLA  ACADEMY  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

    Late night talks, those are always the best. She’s sitting with her back pressed against Hana’s bed, tightly clinging to one of her own pillows. The bags under her eyes feel heavier than luggage, jaw clenched tight enough to grind her teeth. Not being able to sleep? That’s the part that sucks. She feel’s Hana run fingers through her hair, almost bleeding the tension from her body. Heavenly fingertips that bring her peace. Enough to let her eyes flutter shut.

    The topic was as per usual. The worry if they’re doing enough--If they’ll be enough. They know what they’re doing is for a good higher than them--But is it really all that good for them. Who’s the smart-ass that said lets gather a small group of our youth and have them put their lives on the line constantly. Yeah. This is a sound idea. Yuna constantly talked about how dangerous this was--How they’ll never be the same...Will they ever be able to stop the Gwishin? What happens when they falter just once, this entire counter counts on them. So many lives, so many people on their shoulders. When she worries like this, she finds herself telling Hana how much she loves her. She always worries the next mission they run would be their last. What happens if they come back without one another?--

        you’re  the  most  important  person  in  the  world  to  me.

    Her breath stops, chin tilting to look at Hana out the corner of her eyes. The whiskers are gone, there’s no suit plastered in sponsors. No signature headset. It’s just Hana, who’s eyes crinkle just a bit when she speaks, the tiniest of smiles quirking her lips. And it’s still enough to brighten up the whole damn room. Her pulse quickens, and Yuna forces herself to swallow, having to remember to breathe every few seconds. Damn. She picks at her fingers, dipping her head so her hair could hide her face. “Yeah...Well,” Her eyes burn, and she blinks rapidly for a few seconds.

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    It was almost enough to stutter her. Almost. Yuna, barely looking up from her phone offers a measly hum. Though the slow creep of blush against her ears and cheeks--that’s just enough. Hunching her back, and leaning over just enough to settle her chin atop Hana’s head, she snorts. 

    For a second, she considers something. It’s telling, by her heavy silence and stillness. One hand moves to lazily drape along her waist, still just scrolling through her phone. There’s the occasional ding of a notification--followed by the buzz of Hana’s phone. She sent you something.

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     hana takes a small breath in and let’s it stick in her throat. this feels like a kind of personal attack, but hana keeps her game face on in public. she squeezes yuna’s hand harder over the table, careful not to do something stupid like drag her sleeve through her half eaten food. it’s weird for hana not to have her pink whiskers painted on, even weirder for her brown hair to be pulled up, tucked through the back of her black hat. her eyes scan yuna’s face, quirk of her mouth betraying her thoughts.

     it’s a good thing there’s a table between them or yuna would be able to tell how hard her heart is beating. it almost gives her a headache, how furiously its beating in her ears.

    “    i have no idea what you mean !    “ hana says, swallowing again. liar ! useless lesbian. hana can deny it all she wants, but her body can’t. her stomach tightens as she leans back in her seat, letting go of yuna’s hand only to pick up her fork. she can multi task ! she can be enamored with yuna and eat at the same time. besides, this pasta is to die !

It was...surprising to hear. Yuna’s shift in expression, her entire posture--it was telling. Brows furrow, and she leans forward a little. “Why wouldn’t I have come?” Her words are hesitant, careful. There are cards and balloons lingering all around the room. Tucked under Yuna’s arm was a small bouquet of flowers--to give some color to the room while Hana recovered. 

“I’ll always show up,” Lips quirk, and she...Noisily moves the chair to be closer to Hana’s bedside. Real smooth, D.mon. “Y’know--You’re stuck with me, Song. Taking a hit like that won’t get rid of me so easily.”

A shaking hand reaches out, tightly gripping the fingers of Hana’s good hand. “But don’t go blowing yourself so often, okay? I don’t know if the rest of the team can handle that.” She’s gotta make a joke--Hana isn’t. So she’s going to, even if her voice shakes, and she blinks back tears every so often.

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Yuna was fuming when she finally caught wind of what Hana had done. She stormed back onto base the day after--Having been knocked out when it all went down. She knew Beast and the other Mech’s were in need of repairs.

But why didn’t she call?

But the anger subsided, as she saw her in that sling, back hunching as she leaned down a little. It took the most, for the D.mon not to tremble as she took Hana’s face in her hands. She pleaded her not to do something like that again, and especially not tell her, beforehand. 

“I can put up with your wild decisions, We both know I’ve made some of my own.” They lace their fingers together, and Yuna squeezes tightly. “But please...” Her voice wavers for a second, and she tries to swallow the lump in her throat.

What if she’d just been a little closer to Tokki when it went off.