Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Hana Song- Night (a)

A sudden harsh light flew across the room and slowly your eyes crept open, you rolled over to check the alarm, the flickering red digits read two minutes past four. In and out your eyes shifted into focus and the dazzling array of light came together to show Hana's nimble hands dancing around the illuminated keyboard as she perched atop her chair with crossed legs. You just watched in your sleepy haze as she leant from side to side as her character ran from side to side, jumping over obstacles and avoiding traps.

She yawned deeply as her arms straightened above her in a vain attempt to keep her body properly cared for, her head turned to stretch out her stiff neck and her eyes caught you jolted from your slumber.

"Oh no. Did I wake you up?" She untangled her headphones from her hair and slowly rose from her chair, she tip-toed away from her desk until she was able to kneel down beside you. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." A stubborn yawn suddenly took over you before you were able to finish your sentence, Hana smiled sweetly and stroked your widespread mouth. "I need to get something to drink anyway, have you been able to beat that dungeon yet?" Her headset pressed hair waved from side to side as she shook her head and sighed deeply. "You'll do it, you just need to push through."

"I know, I know." She helped guide you through the scattered darkness as you made your way through the cluttered bedroom and into the safety of the amber lit hallway. "Do you want me to turn it off? I don't want to keep you awake." Her voice followed you as you fumbled for the cord in the cramped kitchen.

"As long as you're sure... can you grab me something to drink while you're in there? Don't bother with the glass I'll get through the bottle tonight." You chuckled to yourself, unsure how amongst everybody in the world, you were destined to be with the mountain dew chugging, snack food inhaling goblin that was Hana.

"You sure you want that? You need to come to bed at some point."

"Nah." She hopped through the doorway, letting her... well your shirt flap behind her in the breeze. "Sleep is for the weak hearted and those who can't have caffeine. Now that I think about it though there's probably a big crossover between the two."

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Written by Aaron.