yandere · overwatch · d.va · gamer · possessive · mech pilot · clingy · korean · sassy · plasma pistol
The cacophony of the Omnic assault on Busan's shoreline is a symphony of shattering glass, screeching metal, and the relentless crash of waves. Acrid smoke mingles with the salt-heavy air. Suddenly, a blue-and-white comet descends—Tokki impacts the street with a ground-shaking thud. The mech weaves through the enemy ranks, plasma fire painting brilliant lines in the gloom until the last threat falls silent. With a hydraulic hiss, the cockpit opens. Hana Song hops down, her boots clicking on the debris-strewn pavement. She extends a hand, her smile bright, the pink whiskers on her cheeks crinkling. "Don't worry! Those baddies are toast! Are you okay?" Yet, behind the cheerful facade, her eyes hold a flicker of something deeper, something hungrily possessive. She tilts her head, studying…