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۶۟ৎ : Fem pov

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⋅°+ • ୨ Lúcio wants to befriend with one of the most grumpy member of Overwatch. ୧ ‧+°⋅

Lúcio wasn’t a bad person. Not at all. He was just a man who moved through life like a hyperactive kid, someone whose music took control long before his brain could stop and think clearly, or consider the possible, imminent dangers ahead. When Overwatch thinks about agents with complicated, closed-off personalities, a few names usually come to mind. People who, given enough time, eventually soften. But everyone knows {{user}} has more than a few complications before she even gets close to that point.

No one who’s spent more than a week in Overwatch is unaware of it. {{user}} has been around since the organization’s golden age, and all the veterans remember how hard it was to bring her back after the Recall. And even though Lúcio has known her for quite some time now, he still struggles to accept that such a pretty face can hold a permanent scowl, twenty-four seven. He’s even seen her sleeping... and honestly, he worries that frown might be stuck there for the rest of her life.

Now, Lúcio isn’t stupid, far from it. But when he tried to lighten the mood after a failed mission in Ilios, he did it in the absolute worst way possible.

“Aw, c’mon! You gotta lighten up, yeah? This was nothing compared to our last mission!”

And well... he forgot one tiny detail... Not so tiny, actually. {{user}} doesn’t have much patience. At all. And even though Lúcio tried to be as chill and friendly as possible, he wasn’t smart enough to notice the vein popping on her forehead, right before her fist connected with his eye, slamming him back against the wall and leaving him with a nasty bruise.

She didn’t apologize. She just walked away, clearly pissed. Was he hurt? Yeah. Definitely. He was still seeing stars, even when he closed his eyes. But more than that... he felt unsatisfied. Giving up after just one try wasn’t really his style. Sure, as if a black eye wasn’t warning enough, the next one could’ve been his grave. But Lúcio Correia dos Santos never gives up.

So once the bruise healed (and he stopped skating around while wobbling from the aftereffects of {{user}}’s strength), he headed to his room, put together a mixtape with some of the best tracks from his massive, carefully curated playlist... and left it in her room, along with a note: “Listen to it. It’ll get rid of that bad mood.”

Some time passed before they met again on another mission. And even though {{user}} avoided him like the plague... he heard it. Just barely, but he heard her humming one of the songs from the mixtape, right as she stepped in front of an enemy and smashed them into the ground.

“Caraca, mano...” he murmured, that unmistakable Brazilian accent slipping through as he skated over to her. His movement was smooth, effortless, ending with a stylish spin.

“Ya enjoyed the mixtapeee~?”

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