cya! ;) love, d.va

                     the surprise kiss on the cheek earns Yuna a groan from the younger pilot, Hana’s hands quick to move around, as though swatting her dear friend away with what seems to be a whine escaping from her lips a moment after when her dearest eonnie refuses to move away. Hana doesn’t like being treated as though she’s a child much. pampered and cooed to and protected as though she’s a helpless princess wheh she can very well whoop someone's ass as much as the others. but there’s always been something about Yuna that makes it easier for Hana to accept such pampering; the latter soon giving up as she crosses her arms together with a furrow of her eyebrows.

Each step she took was torture. Body sluggishly being dragged by her own weight along the hallway, she’s accompanied by nothing but the sound of her feet shuffling against the floor and her heavy breathing. She’s the last one to finish up with her mission, and she bets the rest of the Overwatch members had already started to enjoy their downtime. Her muscles beg for her to stop, to give herself a break but Lena’s stubborn. She still had much to do and it was a must for her to press on. 

There was nothing that kept her going than her own will. 

Heaving a sigh, the Briton straightens her back and continues down the hall — - making her way back to her own room to get some shut eye. It was pathetic, utterly pathetic for her to be in this shape just after one mission. Exhaustion and frustration never did go together, she figured. There was Talon and the Omnics to worry about, and for her, a hero’s work would never be done. 

So in her state of exhaustion, Lena doubts herself when she hears sniffling. At first, she shrugs it off; thinking of it as nothing and continues on. But as she closes in on a certain room, the sniffling only got louder. 

Brows furrowing in worry, she couldn’t help but wonder just who was up this late at night, much less spending the late hours crying. She sucks in a deep breath, turning her head and rolls her shoulders to loosen the stiff joints before knocking on the door. Regardless of getting a response, Lena barges in anyway. ( or so she’d like to claim, but really it was just her opening the door normally. )

“Hana?” She whispers the young mech pilot’s name so softly, she genuinely wondered if it was even heard. “Oh — - Hana…” Nimble fingers were quick to shut the door behind her as she slipped into the room. She doesn’t hesitate to run to the younger girl’s side and pulls her into a hug. “What’s wrong, luv?” 

        Hana doesn’t mean to be so… Weak. And as tears fell from her eyes, staining her cheeks as she hopelessly wipe her tears away with her hands and arms, she curses herself. Again and again. For being so weak, for crying, for letting her thoughts and feelings get into her. For crying just because she was finally tired of being the hero. Of always having to be away from her home, her friends, everyone and while she’s found a new home here in Overwatch, it still didn’t stop the homesickness slowly eating her up inside. And it doesn’t stop the thoughts plaguing her mind, wondering if there was even any point to any of this anymore.

Waking up early in the morning to train and exercise, always reminding herself to be ready at any time, jumping at the smallest of sounds, wondering who it was. What it was. And if everyone’s safe even when it’s already time for sleep. She takes a deep breath in and curls up on her bed, her back resting against the headboard as she cups her face with both of her hands.

What would Yuna do? She thinks to herself. What would Dae-Hyun do? What would Kyung-Soo, Jae-Eun and Seung-Hwa do?

They gave her full support when Overwatch’s message reached her email, cheering for her, telling her over and over and over again that more than anyone else in the team, it was her who would fit in Overwatch best. You’ll make a wonderful hero, they said to her, in fact, you already are, Hana.

But how can she be a hero if she finds it hard to sleep at night? How is she a hero if she can’t even fight her own thoughts? Hana takes a shaky breath in, hoping to muffle her sobs as more tears gather in her eyes, threatening to spill. They would have, she’s sure, were it not for the familiar voice filling her room and the comforting embrace she’s pulled into. And there’s so much concern in Lena’s voice that Hana can’t help but justーjust try and pretend it was nothing. That’s she’s alright. Because that’s what heroes do, right?

one too many hugs !!! ( accepting )       ❣ – A hug after being separated 

          She couldn’t sleep. That is, of course, nothing out of the ordinary and often times it’s when they’ve just faced a Gwishin that Hana finds it the most difficult to sleep. It isn’t trauma. She refuses to say it’s from trauma and the fear that another one will come out of nowhere, ready to destroy Busan but sometimesーjust sometimesーHana really, truly, can’t help but spend the rest of the evening staring out into the sea. Tired, but wide awake, unable to shake off the worry that sooner or later their radar might pick up another band of Omnics.

Sometimes, when Hana finds herself unable to sleep, she spends the night fixing her mech or giving it the littlest of upgrades. Be it a better support, fine-tuning, or just double checking to make sure that everything’s well and ready for another round of fighting and as though stuck in a loop she’ll find herself worrying about the Omnic again, sooner or later.

Always, always wounding up worrying about them before she knows it.

The time’s half past three. Everyone’s asleep, or so she believes, what with Dae-hyun being the only one there aside from her and the sound of his snores echoing throughout the corridorsーand for once, Hana feels lonely. Sitting by the hangar, legs dangling down the edge, watching as the moon’s reflection on the water dances along with the waves. All the other MEKA pilots were out having their hard earned break. Enjoying their time outside their quarters and, who knows, they could be partying about while she’s here just… Expecting for something to happen.

She almost falls asleep. Just almost because the drowsiness immediately leaves her when she feels someone’s warmth press against her back. Followed by slender arms wrapping around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace and there’s always, always something about Yuna’s embrace that has Hana guessing it’s her without having to turn her head around, although she kind of wants to.                                                     

Silence washes over the two of them as she takes the time to process the information. It perked her curiosity. Of all the places, Lena had never been to Busan at all. She’s usually situated around England and only sometimes she tags along on other missions. It was then when she comes up with an idea. Quickly straightening her back, she props and elbow on the table and rests her chin on her palm, flashing a rather lazy grin at Hana. 

 “I’ve got it — -“ Brown hues practically glinting with excitement now, Lena takes a moment to calm herself and lower her voice to something less loud. Lest she wakes the rest of the members. 

 “I’ve never been to Busan, really. So!” She pauses dramatically, grin widening as she fidgets in her seat, “How ‘bout this: lets go on a mission to Busan together.” Thankfully, there were less demanding missions in recent days for them to have this much downtime. In fact, Lena was convinced that no one would argue if they were to say they intended to check on Busan for any Omnic activity. 

        For a short while Hana remains silentーas though what Lena had just suggested flew right past her head. And perhaps it did, because it takes her a few more second or minutes, even, before it finally hits her with a furrow of her eyebrows. Did the cheery Briton just suggest they make an excuse just so they could visit Busan?

It sounded rather tempting, yes. Hana misses Korea so, and Busan all the more, but what if something bad happens while they were away? It had happened before when her team decided to take a few day’s rest after a Gwishin attack, what more now?

one too many hugs !!! ( accepting )        ❣ – A hug after being separated

        When she left to fight the Gwishin on her own, when she jumped out of her mech and shot at the radiator to kill the last one, Hana didn’t think she would worry everyone so, were she to survive ( she truly didn’t think that she would, tears in her eyes as she tried to steady her aim, her heart beating against her chest in fear as she pulled the trigger ) if any, when she finally awoke to find herself in the sick bay, she thought everyone would greet her with congratulations instead. 

Congratulations for winning against the Gwishin. Congratulations for saving Korea once more. Congratulations for surviving.

What she didn’t expect was to be pulled into an embrace. One so tight she’d almost made an insensitive joke about being suffocated to death, were it not for Seung-Hwa’s shaky voice apologizing to her. There were no congratulations for winning, but an “I’m sorry”. Again and again and again, and the best Hana could do in response was to wrap an arm around Seung-Hwa, unable to pull him into an embrace as tightly as she wanted.

“ Y O U wish,” she says with a slight tease in her voice. Yuna rolls her eyes before standing, heading over to the fridge to see what was really in there. “C’mon. We can save the takeout for later. I can make something even better.”

kicks door down

❝      whAT IS GOIN’ ON IN  ‘ERE      ❞

❛ UNNIE, KYUNG-SOO JUST THREATENED ME. SO SCARY. I’M SCARED. ❜

He’s not looking at her ( not looking at ANYONE ) ; his attention is solely on those giving the debriefing, though he’s not sure why HE isn’t speaking. He was the one planning, suggesting, doing THOUSANDS of things but … he can’t ARGUE with Captain Myung.

❛Yes, Captain.❜

Seung-Hwa only notices the face with a cursory glance to his teammates ; he’s CONFUSED and almost shocked  but he … oh who is he kidding, that was a REALLY good face. ❛Hana,watch.❜ he whispered, head jerking to Captain Myung ( whose back was TURNED ) and Seung-Ha sticks his tongue out at their Captain.

Hana can’t help the snicker that escapes her, glad and relieved that Seung-Hwa had finally caught the face she has been making and, with a hand covering her lips, the pink pilot snickered all the more, copying suit and facing their Captain while he was still turned away, making faces at him. It felt CHILDISH, true, but the tension within the boardroom was just much too heavy. Too suffocating. And if being childish meant she could help ease the mood then she might as well.

Much to her dismay however, Captain Myung, for reasons unknown ( or perhaps all the gods above just wanted to mock her ) suddenly turned around to face them just as she held both of her hands up to the side of her face and stuck her tongue out. Caught Red-Handed, and by the terror himself.

❛ Song Hana! ❜

Her shoulders jumped from the loud, booming voice of anger, and Hana could already guess what was coming next.

“Don’t think I won’t murder you just because we’re the last line of defense, Song.”

Takes a deep breath in,