Overwatch - Second Generation [Male!reader insert]

Chapter 5 (Gabriel POV)

Sorry again for being inactive but I forgot my password and all that jazz but here uwu

I'm bored.
So bored.
So very bored.
And now Dacio (the idiot of the dorm) is gaming on my bottom bunk. Why though?
I'm sure Y/N would have appreciated you being with him more...
Wait.
Y/N...?
Hell no, don't do that, I don't want jealousy overpowering me again thanks.
Should I check up on Y/N?
Does he still think I'm creepy from the time I stared at him...?
You know what, I'm going to talk to him before this imbecile does.
I knock on Y/N's door, and I can hear a thud from inside.
Did he just fall? Is he okay?!
I turn on full panic mode and swing open the door...

...only to see he had dropped his book.
Well then, I guess the mother-like adrenaline kicked in a little too much there (kudos to you if you get the reference lmao).
"Oh, hi Gabriel." Y/N says, softly.
I feel my face flush, and what should be a greeting and apology turns out to sound like "I- um, uh, well, sorry, I-I thought t-that you fell, a-and, um... I-sorry..." Though after that Y/N reassures me that he and his book were fine and even if he did fall he wouldn't need an ambulance.
"...o-okay, I just wanted to see if you were alright..." I say, before sending him a weak smile and gently closing the door.

Goddamn it Gabriel.
You'd be a master teacher at "How to be Awkward 101".
But Y/N.
I talked to Y/N.
I had the courage to talk to him.
DAMN am I proud of myself.
I mean yeah, it's a disadvantage to have a popular crush, as their popularity intimidates you. But I did it.
I talked to my knight in shining armor.
He's a man of few words. But he's nice.
I don't exactly know why I'm attracted to him. But that's a possible key reason.

He's only been at school for a few days but I've somehow collected 26 photos of him by sneaking around.
Hell, I have one from when he was changing, I might delete that.
Buuuut not yet.
And then there's one where he's eating with Dacio.
That's gonna require some cropping.
To prevent my jealousy, I mean.