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D.va and Y/N battle Null Sector

The relentless hum of advancing machines filled the air, their ominous presence casting a shadow over Seoul. D.Va, piloting her iconic MEKA, darted through the skies, her cannons firing rapidly at the swarming forces of Null Sector. Below her, the Overwatch team maneuvered through the debris-strewn streets, each member keenly aware of their role.

"Keep formation, everyone! Rowspace, stay close and keep those shields up! We need you safe!" D.Va's voice was firm, tinged with urgency as she communicated over the comms.

Y/N, known as Rowspace, managed his sleek support drone from a safer distance initially. However, the thrill of battle drew him away from his assigned position. Spotting an opportunity, he veered off, aiming to strike from an unexpected angle. "I've got a shot here, D.Va! Going to take it!" he called out, his drone dipping into a risky dive.

"No, Rowspace! Get back to formation—now!" D.Va's voice crackled through the comms, sharper this time. Her past losses haunted her, making her overly cautious about her teammates' safety.

Ignoring her commands, Rowspace pushed forward, his drone's guns blazing as he targeted a weak spot in the enemy's line. But his bold maneuver didn't go unnoticed. A Null Sector bot detected his off-route presence and fired. A projectile struck his drone, the impact sending shrapnel into his arm.

Pain shot through Y/N as he cried out, "I'm hit!"

Hearing the distress in Rowspace's voice, D.Va's heart sank. "Rowspace! I told you to stay back!" Her voice was a mix of anger and fear, the memory of friends lost in similar recklessness fueling her fury. She propelled her MEKA towards him, her defensive systems flaring to life as she prepared to shield him from further harm.

As she reached him, she threw up her defense matrix, encapsulating both of them in a protective bubble. Y/N looked up at her, pain and regret evident in his eyes. "I thought I could do more from there."

"Thought you could handle it? Like I haven't heard that before!" D.Va snapped, her protective instincts meshed with bitter memories. "It's not just about handling it, Rowspace! Every time you pull a stunt like this, you're not the only one at risk. I can't watch another friend die because they thought they could handle it!"

The severity of her words hit Y/N hard. "Hana, I... I didn't realize—"

"Realize what? That this isn't a game?" Her words cut through the din of the ongoing battle. Her gaze softened slightly as she took in his wounded state. "Just... don't do that again. We need you, and I need you... here, safe."

The realization of her concern for him beyond mere tactics dawned on Y/N, adding a weighty layer to their relationship. "Okay, Hana. I'll keep closer. Promise."

With D.Va's help, Y/N managed to stabilize his drone. Together, they reentered the fray, their actions now perfectly synchronized. D.Va's fierce protectiveness and Rowspace's newfound understanding of his role under her command defined their every move. By the battle's end, as they surveyed the wreckage of their foes, their mutual respect had deepened, tempered by the fires of battle and a shared resolve to protect each other, no matter the cost.

The cacophony of battle had given way to the subdued clinks and murmurs of Overwatch's cafeteria. The room was dimly lit, providing a much-needed respite for the weary heroes who drifted in and out, their expressions a mix of relief and exhaustion. Y/N sat at a corner table, gingerly rewrapping the bandage around his arm, his movements stiff and cautious.

D.Va, or Hana as she was off the battlefield, approached him, her steps hesitant. She pulled up a chair beside him, her gaze softening as she watched him struggle with the bandage. "Here, let me help with that," she offered gently, her fingers deftly taking over the task.