Overwatch Fantasies

D.va x Female Reader: Fragile

Part Forty-Three: D.va x Female Reader - Fragile

Rating: MODERATE

This is a REQUESTED STORY. (Requested by randouser300)

Author's Note: My apologies for how long this story has taken me, I have been very busy with work. Regarding content, you have been roommates with Hana for so long that you've come to her defence every time her tormentors have tried hurting her, but are your feelings for her platonic or are they developing more every time you look at her?

________________________________________________________________________________

She lay against my chest, her fragile hand lazily draped across my stomach, as we watched a film together. Her beautiful brown eyes absorbing the characters in front of her, as she jumped in fear when the killer arrived. I stifled a chuckle as she did, receiving a light slap to my stomach, as she rolled her eyes.

I remembered the day she first entered the tiny bedroom, as we realised we were going to be sharing the dorm. She was so sweet, explaining about her dreams of learning about the intricate details of software design and technology. I adored the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about the subjects she was most passionate about.

I already knew who Hana was; she was a hero. Everywhere we went, whether it was for a coffee or a walk in the park, she would be swarmed by paparazzi and fans. Hana was brave, always putting on a false persona to satisfy the media and represent herself responsibly... But I knew the real her; she was delicate, she was timid, she was fragile...

Hana knew the importance of fighting for her country, and the emotional burden it left on her if she weren't successful. I could see in her eyes how desperately she tried fitting into her life at university, maintaining attendance and always handing in her work weeks before the deadline. She was deemed all sorts of horrible names by the people who were still stuck in secondary school, and I defended her each time.

She confided in me about her girlfriend, and how they were struggling. Hana never knew whether her partner loved her or the fame that came to her name. I never liked the girl she was seeing, knowing that her intentions were not genuine, and Hana knew, always encouraging for us to get along. I tried for her, and we were able to fake the niceties to her satisfaction, but her partner could see that I knew.

Hana went quiet and became softer. It seemed that when she grew more confident, people were trying to bring her down once more. I suspected her girlfriend, who was controlling and manipulative, but Hana refused to say a bad word about her.

I was there for her on her bad days where we would both look at each other and we knew. I knew that on her bad days, all she needed was a hug and a movie and she knew that on my bad days, I needed to talk. I knew that when she got home to our room that she'd had an exceptionally bad day. I had witnessed what happened to her, but she had run off before I could comfort her. I'm not sure if she knew what I did, but she was too delicate and pure to have been treated like she was.

Hana didn't want to talk about it, as she flicked on the television, not caring what film was on, sinking into my arms as she wept. I held her close, as I remembered what had happened.

It all started with a nasty rumour that began spreading through the university. I never really understood it, whether the girls were jealous or just insecure, but they were horrible to Hana. One of them began spreading that she had been sleeping with her professors to help improve her grades, while another suggested she were racist and sexist. I could see that Hana's esteem began to decrease and she looked sad. I tried being there for her, but I knew her girlfriend had asked Hana to stay away. She didn't have to tell me.