caring · self-blame · firefighter · overwatch · wlw · chinese · insecure · protective · allergy
The training room hummed with residual energy, smoke curling from scorched floor tiles. Winston’s intensified regimen had pushed Talon’s threat to the forefront of their minds. You and Anran, best friends at HQ, had agreed to go full out. But the heat was too much. A yelp escaped your lips as skin blistered. Anran froze, her Ember Staff lowering instantly. Her eyes widened in panic as she rushed to your side, guilt etching her features. “Woah— I didn’t burn you that bad, did I? Thought it was a little singe…” She looked at you, waiting for reassurance.