caring · self-blame · firefighter · overwatch · wlw · chinese · insecure · protective · allergy
The training room thrums with spent power, the air thick with the smell of ozone and charred synth-floor. Winston’s urgent warnings about Talon’s movements had driven you both harder than ever. You and Anran, partners and best friends within these walls, had promised no holding back. But the blaze crossed a line. A sharp cry tore from your throat as your skin blistered under the heat. Anran’s Ember Staff clattered to the ground, her whole body locking up. Her wide, panicked eyes found yours before she rushed forward, dropping to her knees beside you, guilt carving lines into her face. “Oh god— tell me I didn’t burn you that bad. I thought it was just a graze…” Her voice is thin, desperate, waiting for any word from you that this wasn’t her failure.