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"Nerf This!", Luico exclaimed, hands up in the air, grin askew.
Hana's face suddenly fell, but quickly turned to annoyance, "Will you get off my coffee table? I told you no skates."
Lucio lifted an eyebrow and held out his skates in front of her face, "Hey, do you know how many butts these things have saved? C'mon, now say my line!"
She pouted, crossing her arms and asked, "What line?"
"My line!", he shouted wailing his arms, "You know, I just did yours, I wanna hear you say it!"
He bounced off the wooden table with a creak, and got into her face, eyebrows raised.
In response, she narrowed her eyes and rested her head in her hand lazily. "...Oh, let's break it down."
Lucio laughed at her new sarcastic tone and sat beside her on the sofa. She didn't laugh back. Hana was staring a hole into the ground and the room
became tense. Lucio awkwardly ran his eyes over her blank TV. He honestly was a little disappointed, considering how famous she was, he would of
expected...something more, to reflect that. But as he skimmed over the blank walls in the small apartment, he realized that it was pretty empty. How
hadn't he noticed before? Well he's only been here like, twice, maybe, but still. Everything was actually quite tidy, and her small bed rested against a
window next to a stuffed backpack that he eyed in suspicion.
Gesturing to it, and finally filling the silence, he asked, "You gonna move outta this boring place?"
When Hana didn't answer, he looked over to her. She was hugging a pillow to her chest, looking like a real child out of uniform and in sweatpants. After
a moment she asked him why he was here again. Lucio was struck with awkwardness again, there wasn't really a reason he was here, he was just in
town and he thought... they were buddies.
Then she whispered, "Why are you away from your home?"
Oh. Lucio made an exaggerated sound through his teeth and scratched the back of his neck. "Well, uh, i'm just looking for some action." He
stammered.
"Aren't you missing your own performances? You couldn't of not made a new playlist by now."
"I finished one. I'm waiting for it to process through all the lame business people. And hey, I don't see you picking up that controller", he nudged said
item to her side. She didn't say anything, again. She had been like the last couple days. Not herself. Lucio felt his stomach twist at the thought of
something being wrong. He thought about all the possibilities, he scanned threw the days, but he came up empty. Hana never shared anything really,
either. He decided to ask, and risk getting kicked out. Hey, when Hana was angry and stubborn at the same time, she was immovable.
He sighed, "Hana? What's wrong?" She opened her mouth, but decided to close it. Her almond orbs glistened and he just couldn't let it be anymore.
"Hana." he repeated.
She hesitated, biting her lip, and answered, "I'm being a bummer, so you should just leave me alone."
He shook his head, Mercy's words going off in his head: "When people think they want to be alone, they are lonely and always need the opposite." Hana scowled at him and took the chance in taking Mercy's advice. She was the star healer and doctor, after all.
"How about I go grab us some sodas?" Not what he wanted to say, but at least it showed he wanted to stay.
Not waiting for an answer, he walked over to her mini fridge and swung the door open, grabbing two unopened mountain dews, her favorite. As he
shut the door his eye caught a single magnet. Attached to it was a ripped out note. He had no idea what it said though, it was in...Japense? Mandarin?
He let it be, and strolled back over to the couch offering Hana her can.
Now she shook her head, her brown hair flawlessly jumping off her shoulders, "Only appropriate when i'm about to win a competition."
He smirked playfully, "Well can I watch you?"
Her lips curved up a little, but then she sighed, "If you want to, just watch me on the screen like everyone else."
So. She wasn't going to play anything and impress him. "Hana, please, what is wrong, girl?"
Did he just hear her sniffle? Before he could investigate she actually responded with, "I'm just a baby. Like how Widow and them say."
"Yo, that's not true! Babies don't save lives and speed boost through a bunch of people that have zero chill! Just because you're the youngest-"
"Overwatch member?"
A silence fell once again at that name but Lucio nodded. The whole disbandment thing, the call from Winston...She caught him beating around the
bush of it all. Even though, it was painfully obvious he was hoping they could keep pretending. A twinge of guilt swam up Lucio's stomach and he
sighed. Of course she would wander how he responded.
"I, uh, I kinda ignored it," He admitted. Memories of battles in all kinds of streets rattled in his brain.
A shadow passed over her pale face, "Pretty much only Tracer responded and was into it."
Lucio felt a shoot of joy and humor at the mention of her name. He pictured the brit, bouncing off her furniture, grabbing her infamous jacket, and
blinking all the way to Winston. But it was soon bitter sweet, because, well, of course it would only be her to really respond. Lucio rattled his now
empty soda can softly, automatically thinking the little tap inside as a beat for music. Hana's soda remained untouched and she got up. He only slightly
payed attention to her walking, but then she stopped like a statue in the middle of her small stride. If Mei was here, he would of told her to unfreeze
her. But she wasn't. Hana's back was mostly towards him and he watched as her arm extended slowly until her finger tip touched the magnet on the
fridge.
A chill went up his spine at her fearful voice, "Did you read this?"
Immediately he responded. "I couldn't even if I wanted to!"
She peeled off the note, bringing it to herself to read. Probably before she even got through the first sentence, she crumpled the paper in her hand.
Then she rested her forehead on that fist and stayed there. Lucio had gotten up too by now, and reached a hand out to her shoulder. As soon as his
palm landed, she took a struggled breath, squeezed her eyes tighter, and hiccuped a cry. Lucio's face scrunched in concern as he rubbed her probing
shoulder blade. Then, with the other hand he turned her around to face him, her head bowed only to reach the height of his fuzzy chin. Now she
brought her fist down, but her grip on the paper didn't give. She stared at her feet awkwardly.
On the third time he repeated Hana, he just decided to lift her small chin up, so he could at least look at her. She avoided eye contact, and he almost
said something, but he caught her glance. Looking into the deep brown of her eyes, with his hand still gently under her chin, she finally had enough.
When she started to sob, he pulled her into a hug that she didn't return. A few minutes passed, and his shirt was wet, when she shoved him away. It
actually sort of hurt his arm. She scowled at him, but it usually didn't make him afraid when she did. But with a pink tiny nose and tear stained
cheeks it was different. She sniffled, and with her one empty hand she rubbed her eyes angrily, "See, I am a baby."
He shook his head. Gesturing to the note he finally asked, "What is it?"
She looked down at it, and slowly un-crumpled it. Then, forcefully she shoved it against his chest and commanded him to , " just take it then!"
He did. He held it up close to his face trying to make anything out of the writing in the new creases. It just seemed like an ordinary page ripped out of
a notepad. It was written in ink, seemingly quickly. He looked up from it back to Hana crossing her arms, " , I can't read th-"
"I know that!", she snatched it back out of his grip. Lucio felt his eyebrows narrow, frustration growing. He let it go, though. He could imagine it now,
Hana kicking him out, their friendship cut in pieces for reasons unknown to him as he had no choice but to drive away. It was his turn to frown as he
realized he really didn't want that to happen. Not many members, old friends, good friends, already hadn't talked to any of them, including him and
Hana.
His clouds were lifted a little though when she spoke calmly, regaining almost her usual poseur, "It's from a couple weeks ago, from my mom."
Lucio's eyes widened at that. Nobody ever even mentioned their families, or parents, for that matter. It was one of those untold touchy subjects, even
for him. That's not really what caused daggers to go through him though. In all honesty, he assumed that everyone lost their real families, which
would be a good reason to not bring the topic up. But apparently, Hana's mother didn't die because of any of the battles, back then anyway...did she
die recently then, like that's the last note she got from her mother? Sorrow settled in his stomach, thus he gave Hana a small smile for she was
spacing out again.
Her arms rested at her sides now and she was less tense. But, not in a good way, because it was like all her emotions had been sucked away from her,
leaving her voice in unfamiliar monotone when she spoke, "It's not a big deal. It's not like she's dead or anything. She's fine. Just stressed out."
Did she read his mind? Lucio slowly blinked at her and drawled out an okay, unsure of what to do now. But, then he got an idea, and he couldn't
hide a small smirk as he asked, "If it's not a huge deal, then why not just tell me then?"
Hana's mouth made a small "O" and her hesitation made him feel a little guilty. "It's boring and too much of a lecture. If I just read the stupid note,
will you leave me alone?"
"If that's what you want."
She sighed then, rolling her eyes, and brought the paper to her eyes. "The translations might be off, but it says...um, Dear daughter, I am giving you
this as final warning. Ever since, you were born, your father suspected you as lesser. But I made the mistake of thinking baby would
grow out of it. But, no. Your grades might of been good, but is not enough. So simply said for you, If you come back, we calling the
authorities. It will work this time too, because your a criminal in records trying to unsuccessfully save people with the Overwatch. Thanks for
leaving such a huge mess of omnic scraps, by the way. In short, you no business with us, you may never met your brother, for you will
influence him and end up like you. If you leave any of gaming stuff here, i'm throwing them out. When people ask who you are related
to, use that imagination of yours. Please leave, now. Then she singed it all professionally and stuff. "
A couple minutes passed when Lucio finally responded, an eager smirk on his face, " ?"
Visibly confused , she asked, "What?"
He handed her the full mountain dew can, and when she accepted it he said, "Lets go pump it up."
She held up an infamous controller, responding "All systems operational", as she pressed the button and mechanics hummed and came alive
somewhere hidden, but soon to be revealed.
They nodded at each other, now both smirking and light in their eyes. Then they parted and left. Lucio started up his car, making sure to send
the coordinates of Winston's lab. She didn't need them.
Authors notes: I feel like this is way too long tbh. I made this up okay, I don't know if her parents are dead, or terrible, but I love angst. Thanks for reading!