Imagine Book 2

The Workbench- Mei (Overwatch)

As requested by Dragonsw! Male Y/N.

𝑆m𝛖𝓽 𝕎⍺𝓻𝑛𝙞𝐧ց

The dim glow of a single, flickering bulb was the only light source in the quiet, out-of-the-way warehouse. Shadows crept along the rusted walls, the scent of dust and oil lingering in the air. Y/N stood near the cracked window, his sniper rifle casually slung over his shoulder. Every now and then, he peered through the scope, scanning the empty alleyways and overgrown lots surrounding the abandoned building. His focus was sharp, honed from years of training, but his mind couldn't help but drift back to the figure bent over a workbench behind him.

Mei was crouched over her Endothermic Blaster, the heavy piece of tech spread out in front of her like some delicate puzzle she was intent on solving. Her fingers moved with precision, adjusting tiny screws and fiddling with the energy canisters as though she was trying to coax the thing back to life. Every so often, she'd mutter to herself, her brow furrowing as a lock of her short, raven-black hair fell into her face. She was utterly absorbed in her task, the world beyond her tinkering seeming distant.

Y/N smirked to himself, watching her out of the corner of his eye. For someone who could control ice with such mastery, Mei always looked like the warmest person in the room. Whether it was her oversized, fuzzy blue parka, or the soft smile that graced her lips whenever she figured something out, there was an undeniable warmth that radiated from her.

"How's it coming along, Snowflake?" Y/N's voice was low, playful, as he leaned casually against the wall. He kept his rifle in hand but lowered it slightly, just enough to let his attention linger on her for more than a moment.

Mei paused, glancing over her shoulder at him with a mock sternness in her eyes. "Snowflake? I think that's a bit on the nose, don't you?" Her lips curved into a teasing smile, and she turned back to the blaster, adjusting the nozzle with a small clink of metal.

Y/N shrugged, chuckling softly as he ran a hand through his hair. "Well, you do freeze people for a living. I figured it was fitting."

Mei let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she pulled out another tool and started tightening something on her blaster. "I suppose there are worse nicknames you could've come up with."

"Don't tempt me," Y/N quipped, his voice light but with a mischievous edge. He shifted his position, his eyes once again sweeping across the landscape outside. The streets were still deserted, but that didn't stop him from staying alert. He had a job to do, after all—protect Mei and make sure they weren't discovered before their contact arrived with the package.

But with Mei there, mere feet away from him, her ass in the air as she was working on her gun, the temptation to relax was strong. He kept an ear tuned to the silence, but the conversation between them felt like a welcome distraction from the eerie stillness outside.

"So, what's the issue with your blaster, anyway?" Y/N asked, taking a step closer to her. He still held his rifle but leaned slightly to get a better view of her tinkering... and of her. "Seems like you've been at it for a while now."

Mei sighed softly, rubbing the back of her neck as she glanced down at the disassembled parts of her gun. "It's acting up again. The freezing mechanism is sticking, and I think there's an issue with the coolant valve. I'm trying to recalibrate it, but..." She trailed off, biting her lip as she fiddled with a particularly stubborn screw. "It's being difficult."

Y/N's eyes flickered down to her hands, admiring the way she worked so diligently. There was something about the focus in her expression, the determination in her movements, that made him grin. "Maybe it's just cold feet," he teased, stepping a little closer.