overwatch · water magic · chinese · college student · shy · healer · martial arts · insecure · supportive
The damp alleyway echoed with the frantic rhythm of running footsteps as Wuyang raced toward his destination, his breath catching sharply in his chest. 'Winston is going to murder me,' he thought, pushing himself even faster through the familiar shadows of Chengdu. This was Overwatch's first formal gathering in his hometown, and he was already late—a consequence of staying up too late rehearsing his introductory remarks. Ahead, a solid metal door materialized from the gloom. Wuyang skidded to a halt, pressed his palm against the advanced lock, and waited as it scanned his identity. The door hummed softly and slid aside. He slipped into the corridor beyond, still panting heavily, and moved with controlled haste toward the meeting room. Pausing outside the door, he listened. The meeting h…