(A/N: I don't own Overwatch. Also if there's a blank space somewhere in the chapter where a certain character's name should be, refer to the issue I had with Chapter 1 and 2 of this FanFic. Idk why it happens but I'll put this warning at the start of every chapter just in case.)

9:00PM – Angela Ziegler's Closet

"Hana, stop!" I whisper with a sense of pleading urgency. Hana's fingertips stopped right inside the tip of my boxers. Another inch, and she would've gotten what she wanted.

"Buuut why, Jonathan?!" she whispers back, slurring her words, and burping quietly. Her eyes beckon to mine, my erection begging for her hand and the noises of pure pleasure coming from outside the closet from Angela and Lena's antics didn't make matters any better at all. I slowly removed Hana's hand, which thankfully showed no resistance. I look back at her, with a serious but calming look in my eyes.

"Hana…we shouldn't be doing this…" I say to her, trying to get through to her that this doesn't feel right.

"I want to do stuff like this but…I think it's still a bit too soon, don't you? It's only been a few days…we need to take things a bit slower. Let's just forget tonight happened…okay? I like you Hana, I like you a lot, but I want to try and take things at a slower pace because if we go too fast, that might not end up well for either of us." Hana looks away slowly for a moment, then a moment later returns her gaze towards me, filled with determination and passion.

"Jonathan. I have to tell you something. I accept that you want to dooo things slower, and I rrrrespect that. So, I want to be honest with you…" Hana's gaze becomes groggier and groggier by the second. I have a bad feeling about this. She slowly stumbles her body onto mine and leans into my ear.

"The trrruthh is….I….I am…I amm Dvvvffff…." Suddenly, Hana's entire body collapses on top of mine, causing my body to fall back and make a rather loud noise against the closet door.

Suddenly, the noises from outside the door come to a sudden halt.

"Is somebody there?" I hear Angela say softly to Lena, panting slightly. Oh shit, they're gonna find me, with a passed out Hana and my pants down.

Things were not looking good for Jonathan Cujoh.

I hear movement coming closer and closer to the door. I hastily do up my pants and ttry to think of some way to explain the situation.

"Ehm…she was getting sick…so I was helping her…no that's stupid. Ehm…She just needed a break from downstairs! That's right!"

But the person walking towards the door had gotten closer then I had anticipated. I fell back slowly (as to not make much noise) and closed my eyes, and slowed down my breathing to try and look like I had passed out.

The door opens, and I hear an unmistakeably British gasp coming from above me. I daren't open my eyes.

"Oi love, come over 'ere! You won't believe who I've found lurking in the closet!" says Lena with a tone of glee in her voice. I have a feeling she won't let me live this down for a long long time. I hear more footsteps come over.

"Oh my it's Jonath- wait, and Hana? Together?!" she says in a slight panic.

"Relax love, it doesn't look like they were doing anything funny." Oh how wrong you are Lena.

"What should we do? We can't just leave them there…and Jesus, what if they heard us!?" says Angela, in an even more panicked state.

"I don't think they did, I think they were both pretty gone by the time we waddled on up here to…have fun" says Lena in a tone of voice I never expected to hear from her mouth. Such sultriness and sexuality condensed and undernoted by that British accent…no wonder she managed to woo Angela. I would've been easily captured by that voice if I were on the receiving end of it.

"Let's just carry Jonathan downstairs…I'll just get my clothes on first, you'd better fix your hair Lena" says Angela, slowly putting her clothes back on. "I'll call Jonathan's mom to pick him up. We'd better let Hana rest here for the night…I don't think I actually know where she lives…" says Angela in a curious tone. Angela will investigate Hana's address sooner rather than later (whether or not she does it through asking Hana is unknown to me, she's quite the curious schemer.). I hear Lena addressing her hair and Angela messing with the bedsheets before I'm picked up, assumedly by the stronger-than-she-looks Lena Oxton. I'm laid down somewhere soft, probably the super nice couch in the conservatory (since that was likely to be a room that didn't have many people) and I hear Lena calling my mom from my phone.

My mom won't be too pleased about this.

The Next Day – 12:00PM – Jonathan Cujoh's House

"Unmhf…..Nggh….man what kind of beer was that last night" I say as I raise a hand to my head. Whilst I didn't have too much to drink, I still felt slightly hungover. I look at my phone, which my mother thankfully put on charge for me, to check the time.

Oh, I saw the time alright. It was about noon. However, I also saw three notifications all from Lena, Angela and most worrying of all, Hana.

"Gimme a break…" I mumble to myself as I open up the phone to check the messages.

"From: Lena Oxton

Oi, Cujoh, you better tell me why I found the new girl passed out on top of you in Angela's wardrobe last night or else I'll make sure your pulse will be bombing with pain!"

I don't think that's how pulses work, Lena. I continued reading her message.

"She says that you two just wanted to get away from the noise of downstairs. That better have been it!"

Well, Hana's cover was preeeetty solid I think. I type up a reply to Lena, subconsciously thanking Hana with every single character I type.

"I dunno what happened. I got pretty wasted which is unusual for me. I remember Hana saying something about it being too loud and us needing to go somewhere else, so I just followed her lead."

I sent the message. I looked at Angela's which was essentially the same, but with an extra "I hope you didn't fuck her in my wardrobe".

"Oh I wasn't fucking anyone darlin'…" I say with an accent that McCree would be proud of. If anyone was doing any fucking last night, it was you and Lena.

Shit, I almost forgot that her and Lena had sex basically right in front of us last night. I don't bother replying to Angela's message, instead skipping straight to the one which was worrying me the most; Hana's.

"From: Hana Song

Hey Jonathan, I hope you got home safely after last night. I gotta say it was nice of Angie to lemme stay in her bed (Although it smelled kind of funny…wonder why ;) )

Anyways, I'm so, so, sosososososo sorry that I came onto you so hard last night. It was my first proper time to go out drinking so I'm not really used to alcohol. I said some things that I may not have meant and did some things I regret. Whenever you see this message, please come on over. I want to talk to you about it. Properly. I don't want this to be ruined by my stupid actions.

Hana."

The message had been sent 15 minutes ago, which means that I still have ample time to go and see Hana. My mom was at work, so thankfully I wouldn't have to deal with her (yet). I got my pants on and put on a fresh shirt and some deodorant (I'd showered late last night before heading out to help Angela so I wouldn't need one until much later today), fixed my hair and then took…it out from my drawer. I stared at the foil wrapper, the light coming from the sun reflects its blue colour onto my face. I take in a deep breath.

"Just in case…just in case…just in case" I tell myself. I slip it into my wallet and grab my keys and phone and begin walking over to Hana's house.

12:10PM – Hokuto Street, Just Outside Hana Song's House

It took me five minutes to get here, but I've been staring at Hana's door for another five minutes. Goddamnit I'm too nervous about this. I shouldn't be, I really shouldn't be. We're just gonna talk about what happened, that's all, I thought. Nothing bad at all. Nothing like last night, no sir. I do have some feelings for Hana, but I'm not sure if they're what she feels too. I put my finger against the doorbell and press against it. Every second that passes feels like an eternity as I hear light footsteps coming to the door. I hear a key unlock it, slowly, and it opens – slowly – to reveal Hana Song's oh so adorable face.

"H-Hey there, Jonathan…come in" She says, her voice echoing with nervousness. I walk my way in and wipe my feet against the mat on the floor.

"Come on, follow me. I need to show you something." She says, begging me to follow her with her eyes.

I couldn't resist those eyes no matter how hard I tried.

I followed her command and was brought into a dimly, yet somewhat romantically lit bedroom filled with low, warm lighting and some Korean music playing. I took a brief look at the stereo..." Dong Bang Shin Ki?" or something like that were playing. Hana sat down in a gaming chair (adorned with D. Va iconography) in front of a massive computer monitor. I sat across from her, on her rather large bed. She inhaled a deep breath and began speaking.

"Jonathan…I'll be honest. While I may not have been fully in control of myself last night, I have to tell you: I loved every goddamn second of it." Even in this low light, I could see the red forming on her face. She tugged lightly at her floral white skirt with her two hands, and look at me straight in the eye, determined.

"I don't regret it. I may have told you that I did, but in all honesty that's just so I could try and win you over here because you're such a nice guy…I'm sorry for taking advantage of your kindness like that Jonathan…I'm kind of selfish like that, hehe" she giggles a bit, despite the tears that begin to form in her eyes.

"Hana…" I call out to her softly, trying to calm her down a bit, but she shakes her head and continues her ramble.

"Even with these flaws in me Jonathan…even with all this, I want to show you who I really am, or rather, who the world thinks I really am." She says, wiping the tears away from her eyes. She turns around and grabs the keyboard beside her and boots up her computer.

"Hana…what do you mean by "who the world thinks you really are?" I say in confusion. Hana turns back to face me, her face exuding determination.

"If I want to show you how I truly feel, I want you to at least understand who I am first, Jonathan, before you make any decisions"

"Hana, it doesn't matter to me who you are! I still feel the same w-"

"Look at the screen. Jonathan."

And I did just that. It was the player profile screen of the Blizzard App (the program used to boot up games such as StarCraft and WarCraft on PC). It was on the Player Profile page.

My eyes widened in immense surprise.

"Hana…are you…you're not serious right…" I say, flabbergasted.

"I am serious."

"I am D. Va"

(A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the long delay! Things have been kind of hectic in these past couple of weeks. I hope this big reveal chapter makes up for it though! How will Jonathan feel about Hana's true identity being revealed? The trip to Japan draws closer! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter guys! Please leave a review, a favourite and a follow if you wouldn't mind 3 Love y'all! See you in Chapter 7 where things will get a bit...Zesty ;) )