#poly!roadratxreader

Trigger warnings: Mentions of angst and chronic illnesses

Your heart trembled, as you paced the hardwood floor of your apartment’s tiny living room. They’d be here any minute, wondering what the matter would be no doubt. You couldn’t find it in your heart to talk to them about what was going through your mind via holo vid or text. This was personal to you, and so, this talk had to be dealt with face to face.

 Looking out your living room window, you spotted them, pulling up into the parking lot with a roar of Mako’s “Hog” revving into a parking space. Jamie’s face had a hint of worry to it, the fact that you needed to see them to have “a talk” with them didn’t bode well for his nerves. It really didn’t for you either. He hopped out of his side car, and waited for his partner in crime to grunt off his “Hog”. Roadhog’s mask was on his face but, you knew he probably must’ve been worried too, you could tell by the way he hesitantly stood by his bike and looked up to your apartment window, located on the third floor.

You two made eye contact for a brief moment before the junkers walked their way into the apartment complex. It seemed like you could hear the heavy footsteps climbing up the step of the stairs and it made your heart drop ever so much more, feeling the butterflies in your stomach fluttering anxiously. Finally, there came two loud knocks at the door, and then;

“Y/N, it’s us, open up…So we can have our lil…chit-chat…” Jamie’s voice wavered at the end of his sentence seeming hollow and soft. You took a deep breath and took the door knob into your hands, turning it slowly and opening the door to reveal two familiar looming figures. You couldn’t hide the depression in your eyes, nor the knot in your stomach. How would they feel about you confessing your “little problem” to them? It already made you feel like less of a woman, less of a person more than it seemed. Would they actually want to stay with you after you tell them? Would it be too much of heavy load for them to carry, on top of being one of the world’s most wanted criminals and thieves?

You granted the two permission to enter your apartment, and shut the door softly behind you as they both entered.

“Arroight first things first,” Jamie started, he looked a little perturbed and troubled. This unsettled you as you saw Mako sitting on the couch, head slightly turned to face the floor. “I’m not good with bad news, you know this. Roadie knows it. I’m not good at handling dramar or any of that. I don’t have the patience for that kinda garbage, kay? Secondly…” he leaned his prosthetic arm into the wall, sighing. “I’m not gonna have ya keepin me and Roadie in the dark forever love, that ain’t fair fer none of us.”

 Your eyes widened at what Jamie had said. Slightly put off at how direct and straight to the point he was, but at the same time you couldn’t blame him either. These two men, had been through so much together, so much hardship and so much trouble. Burdens you could even call them….and even yourself. You reached out for your phone and typed out a message. You could already feel your eyebrows furrowing slightly upward as you typed out your message.

“Are you breaking up with us?” Jamie blurted out.

You quickly looked up and shot a glance at him, his expression, a sorrowful frown and his stance stiff as a board. And you could faintly hear sniffs coming from Mako’s direction, unknowing if he was crying or not. You stood in disbelief, mouth agape and eyes as round as orbs. Was that why Jamie had become so harsh and blunt to you the minute he walked in the door, because they thought you had wanted to end your relationship? Jamie caught onto your distress and disbelief and he squinted his yellow eyes at you, feeling confused at what was happening. “That’s…why ya called us here….roight?” he asked his expression gone more gentle.

Your breath hitched and it felt as if a knife had been stabbed straight through your chest. You couldn’t help the tears flowing out of your eyes, the turn of your stomach twisting in knots and the audible sob that escaped your mouth. You shook your head “no” over and over, to the point where it could almost give you a migrane, but you didn’t care. You tried typing out the words on your phone, but your little hands were trembling so much from the overbearing anxiety inside you, that you had dropped your phone. Mako immediately stood up and paced over to where you were, Jamie was completely startled but was quick to grab you, his hands onto your own, squeezing them slightly.

“Lookit me, Y/N! H-Hey lookit me!...”

He placed his hands onto your soft face as the tears streamed down and more sobs escaped your lips. You had tried to form words as you sobbed, you tried so hard to tell the two that you had loved them with all your heart and that you wanted the three of you to stay together forever. All that could come out, however, were little whimpers and sobs. It irritated you to no end that you could barely form words, to tell them how you really felt and what was really on your mind. So you did the only thing you knew how to do to show them your love from your heart; you quickly planted a kiss on to his lips and stayed there for a few seconds and once more onto Mako’s mask. Jamie was dumbfounded and tried to put the pieces together in his head, tried to decipher the little code of facial and body language you always had, to better understand you. “So…wait…” he started. “Y-yer…not ending…this?” he asked hopeful.

Again, you pressed your lips against his own and kissed him, a little more passionately than the last. You broke off the kiss and shook your head “no”. With your hands, you signed to him, “I love you.” And made the same sign to Mako. You heard little gasps escape Jamie as he pulled you in for a tight embrace. Mako, being behind you, embraced you as well. Peppering kisses all over your shoulder and neck, feeling his warm touch on your back. All of you now in a tight loving bundle, swaying slightly keeping the balance. The two men were completely at ease and relieved that you still wanted to be theirs. But the sudden pang of guilt, nagged on in Jamie’s conciseness. Feeling absolutely awful for how he was acting towards you and how he was too quick to jump the gun. He needed to apologize and fast.

“Oh love… oh sweets,” he blurted. “ ‘M sorry…’m so sorry. Me and Roadie…we thought…” he squeezed you tighter. “We thought you were done with us…thought you wanted things to be through…I should’ve known bettah…’m so sorry…please…” He took your hands and placed tender kisses on top. “Forgive an ol’ Rat? I love ya too much to lose ya…” You nodded your head and a big wide grin covered Jamie’s face, peppering your forehead with kisses. You felt yourself being turned around by a pair of big familiar palms. Looking up, you saw that Mako had removed his mask and got to your eye level. “Y/N…” he started, as his hands caressed the side of your face. “I love ya….forgive me?” Mako asked softly. 

You nodded your head and placed a kiss on his lips. Your foreheads resting on one another. Jamie had hugged the both of you again, all of your worries and all of your dejection, completely emancipated.

Junkrat, finally had let go and stared down at you, confusion back on his face. “So love, if that wasn’t the reason you rang us here,” he started. “What was it then? Something else on yer mind?” he asked. You remembered before the accusation, on why you called them there. A depressed frown crossed your face and you picked up your phone. Typing away and then pressing “send” the minute you were done. Mako got behind Jamie and heard his phone ring a text tone. He opened the message and it read as followed;

Y/N: “There’s something you need to know about me.”

The boys looked up at you, puzzled and confused as to what little secret you could have. Curious they had you sit on the couch and stood right in front of you. “Whatever it is love, ya know we’ll always be there for ya…We both love ya too much to let ya go…” Jamie said. “Hell, even if ya were plannin’ on breakin it off, we would’a probably just kidnap ya. But that wasn’ th’ reason! So…it must be somethin’ else. Lemme see…” His prosthetic hand rubbed his chin as he was thinking. “Ya workin wit them Talon blokes?” You shook your head “no”. “ ‘Kay, you…’ He paused for a second only to blurt out; “Ya ain’t workin fer the Queen are ya?!” he asked a little too loudly. You immediately shook your head at that one. 

Never in your life would you ever consider working for someone who banished your boyfriends from ever going back home. That was an absolute no-go. Besides, being with your two men kept things fun and entertaining for you. And that they would protect you from anyone who dared come in between what the three of you had. Jamie had snapped his fingers; “Ah! You committed tax evasion!” You giggled but shook your head “no”. Jamie was just being silly at this point, trying to make you laugh and it was working. Mako placed his hand on his cohort’s head and shoved him to the side, rolling his eyes at how goofy Jamie was being.

“Let her talk, Rat…” He grumbled. Jamie crossed his arms and stared back at you, awaiting a response. You typed out your next message, your face turning into a frown and pressing send once more. The text tone rang off once again and the boys looked at the message. Their expressions changed slowly, a slow stunned look on their faces as they read over the words. It read;

Y/N: I have a chronic illness.

They looked up at each other and then to you, your face staring down at your living room floor. You felt sickened having to admit this. You absolutely hated this aspect about yourself, how disgusting it made you feel and how bothersome it was to you, how you had to live with this throughout your whole life being in worlds of pain and misery. You typed out more words onto your phone and sent the message to them. Hearing the text tone again they opened the message;

Y/N: It’s called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome or PCOS for short.

Jamie stared back up flabbergasted and rubbed his head. “Gee lovey,” he started. “I didn’ know you were sick. I would’a gotten ya some meds had ya told me, or I would’a gotten ya some-“ he was cut off by you making a noise, indicating that wasn’t what you meant. You typed out another message, this one took a minute more to type out. Sending the message, you stared up at them and when they finally opened the text, it read;

Y/N: It’s not like a cold or the flu. This is something that’ll never go away. It’s something I’ve had since I was real young. And it’s caused me a great deal of pain and grief. I’ve always felt like less of a woman having it, because it makes me feel like some sort of disgusting monster. And I wanted to tell the both of you, just in case you didn’t want to be with me anymore…because of it.

They both shot a glance at you, tears once more streamed down your face and you looked down at your feet, your heart swelling with shame. Mako grabbed you and took you into his arms, this startled you completely and you gasped as he lifted you off the ground, carrying you bridal style. “Rangatira…” he whispered.

Jamie kissed your temple and leaned his forehead into the crook of your neck. “Darl’….” Junkrat started. “Why didn’t ya tell us?” he asked resting his head on your tummy. “You mean,” Jamie looked up at you. “Ta tell me, that you, our girl, our lil giggly sweets, has a war goin’ on in her insides? Sweet Jesus, love.” He placed tender kisses on your tummy. “Ain’t there a cure fer it? Ain’t there somethin’ docs can do ‘bout it? Anythin’? They can’t just let ya suffer like this!” He spoke a little loudly, perhaps agitated that the medical system may have failed you. For the two junkers, succumbing to such things like atomic meltdowns, radiation poisoning, body mutilations and brawls was next to nothing for them. That was their life, and it was how things were in the Outback, especially in Junkertown.

But you, you were stuck with this, stuck with it out of shit-luck. And since childhood no less. You had a life, a family, friends and a future. But fate had something else in store for you, and by no means, was it fair, but life never really is.  

The boys took you to your bedroom, they placed you on your nice soft and comfy bed, and climbed in with you. They cuddled up next to you, caressing you ever so softly. Jamie slowly moving his position to be on top of your tummy, placed several more kisses on top. You sighed softly at the little displays of affection the boys were showering you with. 

Jamie finally spoke. “Love, ya know me n’ Roadie are mad for ya. We’d destroy an entire city block if ya wanted us to…this,” Jamie kissed your stomach again. “Will never drive us away, understand, love? You’re stuck with us and ya won’t be gettin’ rid of us so easily.” He began to plant kisses as made his way toward your face. “An’ never, an’ I mean never, let this make ya feel less of a woman. Ya know what I think?” 

He crawled up to your face and began peppering you with more kisses. “I think,” He started. “It makes ya more of a woman. Think ‘bout it. Ya lived with this practically ya whole life, on top of not bein able ta talk much, then havin ya other problems an’ what have ya and having to deal with a couple’a reckless blokes like us.” Mako chuckled at the last comment Jamison made, but you didn’t avert your gaze away from him. “Y/N…ya more of a woman than ya think. Yer a helleva strong woman, stronger than that Russian sheila whose always got it out for us…” You giggled at that, you knew Zarya did not like the Junkers at all, and was on their case constantly about your relationship, with the whole “break her heart I’ll break your neck” speech.

Mako carassed you and turned your face to face his. “You love me…love the man…and the monster,” He whispered. “I adore you, aroha. Our hearts belong to you.” He leaned in and closed the gap between your lips with his and kissed you passionately. 

You were finally going to meet them, the two men whom you set up a casual shopping date with, were finally going to meet you. All the texting and holo vid sessions you had with them, and it still felt so unreal that you were finally going to meet them face to face. 

You walked in the bookstore, the store’s doorbell chimed merrily making aware of your presence and you as nervous as can be, dressed in a cute over sized pink sweater and a pink beanie to match. Along with a pair of skinny jeans and pink skater shoes. You also had an array of adorable pink glasses, rimmed perfectly around your pink eye shadowed eyes, with black eyeliner drawn perfectly. Your stomach felt ill of nervousness and excitement as your little digits hovered over the keypad of your phone. Your fingers tip-tapping away on the screen as you typed out your message.

Y/N: Ok I’m here you two. Where you at?

You casually strode by the collection of assorted books placed carefully by their sorted variety. From horror to romance, fiction to non fiction, cookbooks and “how to” guides, then came the manga. Your anxiety faded somewhat as you grinned up at the Japanese cartoons and their colorful covers. You heard your phone ring for a second time indicating that you had received a text message. Your anxiety sputtering back into your chest as you unlocked your phone and opened the text. It read as followed:

Junky&Roadie: Won’t be long, love. Just hang tight and we’ll be there in a jiffy. ;) <3

You smiled softly and texted back:

Y/N: Ok, just be careful, and don’t get into trouble! ;P

You placed your phone back into your pink Pachimari purse, and you walked along to your favorite section of the store; the art supplies.

At least, your anxiety can somewhat feel at ease being in an all too familiar surrounding. You gazed along the art books, and journals and then…the sketch books. Jackpot. You smiled as you grabbed the first one that you set your sights on. It had a smooth pastel rainbow color as the cover and you gingerly glided your fingers along the pleasant surface.

A few minutes had passed and finally another text tone rang and you picked up your phone, your heart almost stopping as you read the text. It read as followed.

Junky&Roadie: Arright lovey, we’re here. Where are you?

You took a deep breath and glided your fingers across the keys. You typed out;

Y/N: I’m in the art supplies…come find me. ;)

A few seconds later and your phone rang again, this time the text read;

Junky&Roadie: Gladly. We love a challenge. >;)))))

Your heart sputtered, doing flips in your chest at the playful threat of your second suitor. You put your phone back into your purse and continued along the art section, heart beating of anticipation. You looked through the empty pages of the sketch book still in your grasp to help place your mind at ease, thinking about what you could possibly draw in it.

More minutes passed and you still strode up and down the art section, awaiting your two dates to find you. You had your back turned and faced the supplies again when you could’ve sworn you heard the feint whispering of a stranger saying “There she is…swear that’s her, mate…swear it…” You did not turn from your position, too nervous and fearful of your anxiety bursting out of you. Your face had gone completely red as you heard the hissing whispers and heavy footsteps draw closer to you. You look down, pretending to be distracted by your pretty sketchbook yet again, and flipped the pages some more. You then noticed two giant shadows casting over your little one as you felt the presence of two tall strangers standing behind you.

“Found ya…”

You turned up to them, eyes widening and a nervous smile crossing your beat red face. Jamison and Mako, Junkrat and Roadhog, were standing right in front of you. Junkrat grinning wildly and giggling in manic fits as he glanced down at you. And Roadhog, his expression blank, thanks to his all too familiar hog-mask, but still tilting his head slightly as his expressionless eyes stared at you.

You waved your hand “hello”, lightly and tried to give direct eye contact to them, but found your nervousness and anxiety overwhelming you and turned your face away from them, giggling sweetly, face still beat red.

“Hiya darl, oh gosh you’re looking awfully ‘dorable in that pink little numbuh a yours…so excited to finally see you!..” As Junkrat reached out to embrace you, you gasped softly and took a step back, not ready or prepared for any physical affection just yet. Roadhog, picking up on your little distress, placed a hand in front of Rat and said softly. “Easy, Rat. Baby steps…”

Jamie looked up at his much taller companion, slightly put off, but understanding of your slight discomfort. He quickly placed one hand behind his head and his mechanical one in his pocket.

“Ah roight..roight, sorry bout that love. It’s just that, well I-! I mean, we’re so happy to finally see you. All done up and what not! Just look at cha!” Jamie said, eyes glancing up and down at your figure. “Yer a real knockout love...Any bloke would be real happy to have ya, I mean, look how happy ya made me!” Junkrat’s voice was still somewhat audible but uncharacteristically soft.

You let your defenses down slightly and took a few steps forward to the two junkers. Smiling bashfully, you still looked away, but not ignoring the confession of the lanky suitor. Jamie grinned widely as he saw his efforts didn’t go unnoticed. “Not ta mention, that awfully adorable smile ya got there, and that sweet lil giggle ya make when ya nervous and…aww yer cheeks are gettin awfully red there darl’…” He chuckled as he saw you quickly placed your face behind the need-to-purchase sketchbook, hiding the heavy blush that imprinted on your cheeks. You made a soft embarrassed squeal behind the book, making the two junkers chuckle all the more with you.

“Aww look Roadie, she’s gettin redder than a tomata, isn’t she the cutest, mate? What’d I tell ya? A real sweet sort she is, ain’t she?” His much taller companion nodded and gave the alabastor junker a thumbs up, a silent indication of approval.  

You finally looked up at your two junker dates, your face still beat red, but getting more acquainted and used to their presence. Junkrat noticing the book in your hands soon took notice of the cover.

“Oi lookit that, Roadie!” he exclaimed. “Lookit the lil sketchy book she’s got! Suits her don’tit? All cute and rainbowy like her! Hey, sweets, you want us to buy that for ya? We’ll getcha that for ya, misso! Hell, we’ll getcha all the cutesy lil trinkets and shit in this whole bookstore if ya like! We got the money, sweets. All ya gotta do is say the word, got it?” You shook your head quickly, taking some money out of your Pachimari purse, indicating that you had got it covered.

Junkrat raised his mechanical palm swiftly and said. “Now don’tcha worry ya pretty lil head about spendin ya hard earned loot, love. Leave the spendin to us, got it? We’re spoilin ya today, understand? We wanna take real good care of ya.”

He took the book from out of your palms and made a dash to the check-out register. Leaving you and Roadhog standing briefly alone together. Your hands shakily reaching your phone and typing away a message. Seconds later, Roadhog heard his phone go off and read the message. And it read;

Y/N:“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll pay you both back! And I’m so sorry for not speaking. I’m really happy to see the both of you, I’m just really nervous and shy. I’m sorry.”  

Roadhog glanced down at you, unspeaking and quiet as usual. You look down at the floor, your thoughts clouding your brain with guilt and shame. Feeling that all to familiar sting of baby tears forming the side of your eyes. Suddenly, you felt an enormous palm graze your cheek softly, a large finger tucking under your chin and tilting your head up to his expressionless mask.

“No need for apologizing, toku aroha,” he said his voice a deep gentle grumble. “Let us take care of you, te rangatira.”

Your face flushed and you felt your cheeks burn more as the goliath junker’s words was placed on repeat in your mind. Not getting over just how completely calm and smooth he was being towards you. He then placed a few gentle pats on top of your head, a simple act of affection that perhaps wasn’t too overwhelming for you. You smiled self consciously and had seen that he was beginning to walk where his younger employer had ran off to. You quickly followed him, your face slowly but surely, regaining your soft complexion. When the both of you finally made it to the register, Junkrat was already starting to make a scene.

“Oi! Is there anyone workin ‘ere? Swear ya’lls useless as an ashtray on a motorbike!” Junkrat angrily slammed his hand down on the counter. Finally one of the store’s clerks finally got behind the counter presenting themselves in a dignified and professional manner. “Hi there, I can help you whenever you’re ready.” The clerk said almost too calmly. Junkrat frowned and replied “Been ready, ya drongo! Ya deaf or somethin!? I’m here to get this sketchy book for my girl over there! Real sweet and artsy sort she is. And ya keepin us from our little behind we got goin on. So ring us up and we’ll meander on out, yeah?”  

Before the clerk could retaliate with a smart remark, they soon took notice of the menacingly taller shadow above Junkrat. Roadhog was standing behind his younger cohort, looking down at the clerk, giving them a pretty decent spook.

“R-Right of course, I’ll take care of that right away, sir!” The clerk typed away at their register ringing up your newly purchased sketch book. You peeked from behind Roadhog’s tall and wide form and watched as the clerk placed your book in a plastic bag. “Here you are, sir,” they said and Junkrat yanked the carefully wrapped book out from the clerk’s hand. “Bout bloody time!” he yelled. He soon noticed you were right there behind him, feeling a little frazzled at what you witnessed.

“Oi, sorry bout that, love.” His voice changed from loud to soft within seconds the minute you were there. “Just a bunch of dills workin here me thinks.” He gave you a nervous grin, unknowing if you were actually still afraid of him. He gave you the plastic bag with your little prize inside. “There ya go, sweets. A labor of love it was…” You took the bag and giggled softly and the boys grinned at you full of enamor and relief. Hearing you giggle so sweetly just made the two of them melt simultaneously. Hopefully, this meant that you were warming up to them sooner than they thought.

“Well, now that that’s takin care of, how about we treat ya to a counter meal? Whatdayasay love? Ya feelin a bit hungry?” Junkrat asked smiling at you with that all too familiar grin he always had. You nodded your head and smiled up at him, your lip gloss shimmering as your lips curled. You hadn’t noticed, but Junkrat twitched and giggled his signature laughed. “Well then, let’s ditch this bodgy bookstore and treat ya somethin real nice!” The boys made their way up to the entrance until they’ve noticed that you weren’t following them. They turned to you expression changing slightly, until you took a step forward and reached both of your little hands out to them. Giving them the indication that it was okay to hold your hand. Junkrat gasped and smiled widely as he strode over to you taking your hand.

“Aww I knew you’d come around, darl’! Never fear, we’ll make sure you have big mobs of fun! Bloody oath!” You smiled as you saw your other suitor, Roadhog, take your other hand into his much bigger palms. You walked out of the store, with both boys holding your hands, and you absolutely feel as if you were on cloud nine. Because you practically were, being with the two men whom you’ve messaged and chatted with for months, were now here with you, catering to you and treating you to quite the charming little shopping date, treasuring you as if you were a princess.

But first things first, you three were going to get a meal. Jamie and Mako took you to an adorable pastel looking coffee shop, with a vintage floral theme to it. You inhale the sweet aroma of coffee beans and sweet pastries, and your tummy growled lowly, your hunger for something sweet.

The boys let you pick whatever you wanted, and you had decided to go with a small sandwich with a tall chocolate latte. The boys practically bought out the entire menu. For starters, they wanted to make sure you weren’t holding back on yourself and that you were eating, secondly, the food didn’t look like it could fill anyone’s appetite and lastly, Roadhog. You were getting stares from almost everyone in the shop, you looked down at your meal and felt self conscious about yourself. Mako looked down at your hardly eaten platter and then cast a glance over at his young employer, who was scarfing down one pastry after another. Mako really wanted to roll his eyes since sugar was the last thing Jamison needed, but his thoughts lingered more to you, concerned at how you barely touched your food. He extended his enormous hand and reached for your smaller one, taking it carefully caressing a large thumb over your knuckles.

“E aroha…” he started. “You’re not eating….” His voice wheezed softly and sounding somewhat perturbed.

You eyes were shifting to and fro at different corners of the café. Your expression softened again, your free hand holding your tummy as it made a more growling noise. Mako picked up on your hints and signs and noticed how you made small glances at the patrons watching the three of you. Roadhog elbowed Junkrat receiving a whine but grunted and eyed you as you nibbled on your sandwich, still on edge at the patrons watching you. Junkrat now picking up on the sudden uncomfort, omitted a low growl, and slammed his hands on the table.

“You dills and drongos better be about yer buisness! Our girl here, is gorgeous, loving! A real sweet and tender one, she is! So if you got somethin to say about us, especially her, come at me and Roadie with it, but it aint a smart idear to go up against us junkers!”

Everyone in the café went from staring at the three to bustle about their own respected meals, in fear of course. You were amazed at how Junkrat’s booming voice struck intimidation on anyone who dared crossed him, you couldn’t imagine how Roadhog would be. But you stared up at the wild lanky junker and grinned lightly. As he sat back down in his seat, he started to share his pastry sweets with you and sweet giggles escaped your lips as you bit into a red velvet cupcake. Mako leaned back in his seat, relieved that you were starting to eat again, whole heartedly. Jamison started babbling on about where they could visit next and you nod your head and continued eating and drinking down your chocolate latte.  

The rest of the date went by smoothly with little to no interruption. The three of them, with you wedged in the middle, had your hands full of shopping bags, full of miscellaneous items that had caught your eye and that the boys wasted little to no time purchasing for you. The sun began to set and draw a close on this eventful day, you and the boys made your way to the parking lot, a sudden wave of sadness hit you strongly as you realized that it was almost time for the three of you to part ways. You walked a little more slowly, wanting to etch these moments into your head for as long as you could. You three finally made it to where your friend would be picking you up and your stomach dropped as you saw the familiar car pulling into the parking lot. Junkrat was the first to break the depressing silence.

“Oi cheer up lovey, we can chat later on tonight when you get settled back home. Promise ya. H-hey don’t look so sad, we had a real fun day didn’t we?” He smiled softly. The both of you heard the sound of clicking and straps being unwound, you looked up and saw that Roadhog took off his mask, revealing his scarred face and pierced septum. He smiled down at you, and caressed your face with his giant hand and leaned into it, like an affectionate pet touch starved.

“Aroha nui matou ki a koe…” He recited in his native tongue. You finally had your walls come down, gesturing the two boys to come closer to you, they happily obliged and you did something completely unexpected for them; you embraced each junker with a big tender hug and placed a kiss on their lips individually. After that, and when your friend finally pulled up to the curb, you softly spoke;

“ ‘ank you…I lo’e you…”