"Oi, Hana, are you…" Tracer stopped in the doorway, words completely failing her for a moment. "Oh my God…"
"Shut up! I know, I hate it!" pouted DVa, crossing her arms over her chest. She had never more envied Tracer than she did right then. Tracer stood in the doorway wearing her favorite bright orange bikini, which showed plenty of skin and left very little to the imagination. That's how Tracer liked it, of course. Though she wouldn't seriously consider getting herself "involved" with her coworkers (with a few exceptions), she did like to tease the likes of McCree, Genji, and Junkrat, who tended to stare at an outfit like her's. She even opted for her much smaller Chronal Accelerator, clipped onto her waistband to keep it out of the way. It was about the size of a pocket watch, and did little more than keep her anchored in the timeline, but that was fine. Blinking and Recalling were much lower on Tracer's list of priorities that day than comfort and looking good.
DVa, on the other hand, was wearing a cotton candy-pink one piece swimsuit, covered in frills. It was something you'd put on a child, not a grown woman like DVa. The swimsuit, along with her pouting and her smaller proportions, gave her the appearance of someone much younger than 19.
"What happened? I thought we picked out that pink and black one last week," said Tracer, trying not to laugh. "Change of heart?"
"Gramps vetoed it. Said I was too young to be wearing something like that," huffed DVa, clearly annoyed. "I can wear whatever I want! I'm a grown-up!"
"Anyone who says the word 'grown-up' isn't a grown-up," said Tracer. She noticed DVa's pout intensify, which made her chuckle sheepishly. "Sorry, love, just something my dad would say to me when I tried to wear heels in middle school."
"But I'm not in middle school! I'm 19 years old! I drive a mech! I shoot robots and terrorists for a living!" DVa through her hands up incredulously. "I livestream wars on Twitch! Why can't I wear what I want to?"
"Sorry, love, not much we can do about it," said Tracer with a shrug. "Pop's said 'no', and I've never been able to change his mind about anything before. Not much to do 'cept make the best of it."
"How come you get to wear your swimsuit? Yours is way more revealing than mine was!"
"I'm a grown-up, apparently."
"Yo, Lena, Hana!"
The girls' conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the third member of their little group. As the younger residents of the OverHouse (Efi notwithstanding), it made sense for DVa, Tracer, and Lucio to gravitate towards one another. Their youth, combined with their bright, bubbly personalities and slightly irresponsible, reckless behavior combined to make the trio inseparable. They had all agreed that they would hang out in the pool that day, which Lucio was clearly ready for. He wore lime-green shorts and, strangely enough, bright yellow arm-floaties. It's not what he was wearing that caught DVa's attention.
It's what he wasn't wearing, which was a shirt, that had DVa staring blankly for several moments before she was able to snap back to reality.
"Hey, Lucio," said Tracer. "What's the deal, mate?"
"That's what I came to ask you! We still tryin' to hang or what?" he asked. "Gramps already has the grill going."
"Soz, mate, we were just having a bit of a girl chat." Tracer jabbed her thumb in DVa's direction. "Pops put the kibosh on Hana's original outfit, and she's not too keen on that."
"Oh, is that all? Girl, you look fine!" Lucio smirked so genuinely that it was next to impossible not to return his smile. "Matter fact, I like this one better. It's cute. Something about it is so… DVa."
DVa looked down at her frilly, girly pink swimsuit, feeling her heart skip a beat. Now that she really looked at it, it really wasn't that bad…
"Well, whatever you put on, I bet you'll rock it, so hurry up!" said Lucio. "I gotta go talk to Sombra about something, meet me at the pool!"
"S-sure thing!" said DVa. Lucio smirked, then hurried out of the room and down the hall to meet with Sombra for whatever it is he needed. DVa sat there, frozen for several moments and entirely oblivious to the knowing, mischievous smirk that Tracer was currently wearing. It wasn't until she looked up did she notice Tracer's grin, and she immediately felt nervous about it.
"What?"
"You're blushing, Hana," said Tracer, barely able to contain herself.
"I am not blushing," promised DVa. "I don't blush."
"Admit it, Han, you're blushing like an anime girl!"
"That's racist."
"Oh, come off it, mate." Tracer rolled her eyes and gave DVa a friendly jab in the shoulder. "I know that look. You've got the 'I didn't realize how much I fancied you until just now and I dunno what to do about it' eyes!"
It got quiet for a moment as DVa considered what Tracer had said, at which point she blushed even more than before.
"That's not a real thing, Lena! And I don't 'fancy' him or whatever!" DVa couldn't possibly meet Tracer's gaze, and she made it her duty to look anywhere but directly at Tracer. Meanwhile, Tracer found this whole situation to be spectacularly funny, and, frankly, adorable.
"Oh my god, you two would make just the cutest power couple! You could do charity concerts and streams together!" squealed Tracer.
"We already do. He was a special guest for my StarCraft Comeback Stream," pointed out DVa. "And I was at his last couple of album parties. We've been working together for a while, actually."
"Well, duh, you've been working together, but not 'together' together! Are you gonna ask him out, or wait for him to ask you? Oh, you should ask him, it'll be—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let's just say, for the sake of argument, that I do… fancy Lucio," said DVa, her blush growing even more profound. "And, by the way, that's not what I'm saying, but let's say I do. What makes you think he feels the same back? In this totally, 100% hypothetical scenario."
Tracer burst into loud, raucous, knee-slapping laughter, that didn't cease for several long, annoyed moments.
"Oh, you were serious?" she asked, when she finally stopped laughing. "Haven't you been paying any attention? He sits next to you at breakfast—"
"So do you, sometimes. And Mei-Ling. And, if I'm really unlucky, Jamie. That mean that you all have a thing for me, too?"
"You two go out all the time!"
"To clubs and stuff, just as friends!" countered DVa. "Hanzo and Reinhardt go out grocery shopping together sometimes, you don't see me shipping them!"
"I've seen you wearing one of Lucio's hoodies on at least three occasions! You two are basically dating already!"
"That was when Bastion accidentally broke the washing machine," said DVa. "And it was cold, so Lucio let me borrow his hoodie. Besides, it's good cross-promotion. I posted some pics of me in the hoodie to help him hype an album, and he returned the favor with one of my shirts. It's just us being friendly."
"Oh, don't be daft! He's into you!" Tracer groaned, trying to find some more concrete to convince DVa. "Hm… Oh! 'Member the other day, we were talking about music? You asked him what his favorite song was?"
"Yeah, he said 'You'. I think it's an old hip-hop song. Something about a boy or a soldier or something."
"No, you plonker, he meant 'you'! As in you, Hana!"
"What? There's a song called 'Hana'?"
Tracer slapped her forehead in absolute disbelief. When DVa got her mind set on something, changing her position was like pulling teeth, and DVa had apparently gotten her mind set on the idea that she and Lucio were no more than friends.
"Love, real quick. What's your name?" asked Tracer.
"Uh… Hana?"
"The whole thing."
"Hana… So… Oh. Oh!" DVa's eyes went wide. "Really? That's what he meant?" Tracer nodded. "Man, now I feel dumb for telling him that I'd never heard it…"
"So, what are you gonna do now, dummy?" asked Tracer. DVa rubbed her chin in thought for a moment. She really didn't think Lucio could be anything more than a friend until that day. That said, she would be lying if she said she was opposed to the idea. Lucio was a genuine, sweet, funny, charming guy with a big heart and good looks. What exactly did DVa have to be afraid of?
If he still wanted to hang out with her after she momentarily forgot her own last name, DVa was convinced she couldn't scare him away if she tried.
"Well, guess I'm gonna ask him out," said DVa. "Let me go put on my make-up…"