Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Aleksandra 'Zarya' Zaryanova- Hair (a)

Aleksandra, known more commonly to her friends as Zarya sat in the chair, a purple, flowery towel was draped around her neck.

"Do you think it'll look good? Do you think it'll suit me?" She had been asking similar questions since thinking up the idea a few weeks ago.

"Do you think you can stop asking me questions so I can finish putting this damn stuff on?" If she could just shut up you could finish applying the thick paste that made filled the house with a heavy ammonia-esque scent. You hated the stuff but for your best friend, you would do anything, including dying her hair.

You layered the viscous paste on her head, working it from the roots to the tip of her short, coarse hair. You applied the last of the goop and brushed it in.

"Okay Zarya, it's 8:20 now, sit still for half an hour and we'll wash it out no more boring brown hair, oh, and try not to get hair dye on my chair again? It was a nightmare trying to clean it out last time, thanks for helping by the way"

She placed her hands on her lap and let out a very deep sigh, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. Forty-five seconds crept by.

"Okay, has it been half an hour yet?" She was clearly very excited to dye hair, for some reason she chose a very obnoxious pink, not the choice you would have gone for but the concept seemed to make her happy.

"No Zarya, it has not been half an hour, it has been about a minute, now shut up, watch the weightlifting and I'll tell you when half an hour has passed."

She raised her hand in front of her.

"Okay okay, geez, chill geez."

You rolled your eyes, "Is she really telling me to chill?" You thought to yourself. Zarya started tapping her feet and humming a strange tune you had not heard before. Another few minutes passed. Throwing her hands out in front of her she let out a deep groan and slumped in the chair

"How has it not been half an hour yet? I have been sat in this damned chair for the whole year already."

You sat down on the large, plush sofa and placed a heavy, soft pillow where your head would soon be, wrapping a fleecy blanket over yourself you let out a deep groan of your own. That would be the longest half an hour of your life.

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Written by Aaron.