Something To Prove [Overwatch x Bakugou!Reader]

Chapter 4

You awaken in the late morning, your body still throbbing with discomfort. Instinctively, your hand reaches towards the irritated area, but you quickly catch yourself, recalling the countless lectures from Mercy about refraining from scratching. Despite the annoyance, you resist the urge, understanding the importance of following her advice. Most of the soreness was in your back; the explosion from null sector ship did more damage than you thought.

"Ugh, damn it," you mutter under your breath, feeling the tightness in your muscles. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, wincing slightly as you sit up. "Stupid robots," you grumble, thinking back to the chaos of the battle.

Determined not to let this slow you down, you push yourself to stand, cracking your neck and rolling your shoulders. The pain is a nuisance, but it's nothing compared to the fire that fuels you. You stride over to the mirror, taking in the sight of the bandages and bruises. Mercy did a good job patching you up, as always.

"Looks like I've got some training to catch up on," you say to your reflection, a fierce grin spreading across your face. You won't let this setback keep you down. You'll hit the gym and remind everyone why you're the best.

You stride into the common area, your usual confident demeanor on full display. The team looks up as you enter.

"Morning, Bakugou!" Tracer chirps, her ever-cheerful tone grating on your nerves just a bit. Mei offers a warm smile, and Winston gives a nod of acknowledgment while tweaking something on his tablet. Reinhardt's booming laughter fills the room, undoubtedly recounting some past glory, and Lucio is fiddling with his soundboard, bobbing his head to an unseen beat.

"Morning," you respond gruffly, your eyes scanning the room for a certain someone. It's then that the faint, tantalizing aroma catches your attention. Mercy's cooking. You'd recognize it anywhere, and the thought of it makes your stomach rumble slightly.

"Where's Mercy?" you ask, trying to sound nonchalant.

"She was here earlier, made some breakfast. It's in the kitchen if you're hungry," Mei replies, her voice soft and friendly.

You nod, the idea of grabbing some of Mercy's food suddenly very appealing. "Thanks," you mutter, making your way to the kitchen. You can almost hear Reinhardt launching into another story, but your focus is now solely on the promise of a delicious meal.

As you enter the kitchen, the sight of neatly prepared plates greets you. You grab one and sit down at the dining table, savoring the first bite. The flavors are comforting, a reminder of the care behind every dish she makes. Despite the soreness in your back, you feel a bit more at ease. After all, nothing can keep you down for long.

A pair of soft hands gently rest on your shoulders, and you feel a tender kiss on the side of your forehead. "Good morning, Liebchen," Mercy's voice purrs, casual and affectionate.

Your face heats up instantly, a mix of embarrassment and irritation bubbling to the surface. You glare at her, trying to muster your usual bravado. "Stop kissing me, damnit!"

Mercy chuckles softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, Bakugou, you say that every time," she teases, her tone light and playful. "But you never seem to stop me."

You huff, turning your attention back to the food. "Whatever," you mutter, though you can't quite hide the small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Mercy takes a seat next to you, her presence comforting despite your gruff exterior. "How are you feeling today?" she asks, genuine concern lacing her words.

"Fine," you reply shortly, though you appreciate her asking. You take another bite, savoring the familiar flavors. ". . Thanks . ." You murmur.

"Anytime, Liebchen," she says softly, her smile warm and sincere. "Any plans for the day?" Mercy inquires, her voice light but curious.