High School Heart Aches Part 3 (Hanzo x Readers)
Hanzo POV
As (Y/N) and I are walking through the halls with McCree and 'Roadhog', (Y/N) suddenly stops, making me nearly crash into her back. Another girl is cooly walking towards us, a large pink jacket is slung across her shoulders and murder in her eyes, bright pink 'whiskers' are painted on their face. She is also wearing what Genji would call -Ahem- 'booty shorts'.
"Well well well. If it isn't little miss (Y/N) walking around in MY hallways like she owns the place." The new challenger places a hand on her hip. "Oh Song, how was your, ah, leave? Let me guess, filled with some shitty game and another ten bags of chips?" (Y/N) copies the pose cockily, all but saying 'try me' with her body.
'Song' scoffs. "And I heard around that you took in a few new boy toys." Song gives a boring look towards me. I step forward and open my mouth but McCree pulls me back, whispering something about not interfering.
The pink girl and (Y/N) are slowly walking closer, both in a standoff position. Suddenly, "AYYYYYYY!!!" "AHHHHHAAHHH!!!!" Both girls open their arms for a hug, meeting halfway in the hall. What the hell?? Is this girl not part of Jeni's 'friend' group????
"Hanzo!! This is my dearest friend Hana 'D.Va' Song!! Come introduce yourself!! If you want to be part of the group you have to get through to this bitch!!" (Y/N) sounds happy, almost fond while calling the girl a bitch. Are... Are all American's like this?? This D.Va is looking me up and down rather expectingly. Better go greet her before I am kicked out of the group. When did I even officially join??
"Shimada, Hanzo Shimada." I greet with an open hand. "Song, Hana Song. Please call me D.Va however." D.Va takes my hand, nearly crushing it. I try not to cring ad the small girl attempts to break all of the bones in my fingers. She is really trying too.
"Hanzo is in our science class along with his brother Genji, and we can't leave alone for too long cause they already got on Jeni's shit list." (Y/N) practically beams. Pretty. "Ohohoh!! And this is what, your third day? I'm impressed!! I didn't get on her list till the second month. Please do tell me what you have done to the prissy princess of our school." D.Va slings her arm around my shoulder in a way that reminds me of Genji, I try not to be rude so I don't shake her off.
"Before we go into that however, (Y/N)!! I HAVE to tell you what this stupid IDIOT said to me the other day on mic, c'mon." D.Va removes her arm from my shoulders and then places it on (Y/N)'s. The two walk down the hall while chatting and laughing, people parting for them as if they really DID own this hallway.
Does everyone own a different place, groups fighting over the areas like angry animals? Everyone seems to be in a group, each 'pack' ranging from mutts to angry wolves. Do different friend groups even interact peacefully? What if one person is in two different groups?? I must ask Genji about this later, he might know.
Roadhog grunts before splitting off and going down a staircase that is off from the hall, leaving McCree and I. "So... Are they a... ah... a thing?" I ask casually... I try to ask casually... I am bad at this... Please help.
"Hmm? D.Va and (Y/N)? Naw, they are just best friends and what not. Practically sisters." McCree chews on a lollypop stick, having it switch from side to side of his mouth. "But I wouldn't try to bother D.Va much. Her and Lúcio both are inta' each other but they are both too chicken shit to do anythin'. Have been for years." McCree finishes. I hum thoughtfully.
"Aaaaaaand it just so happens that (Y/N) Is siiiiingle." McCree says in a sing-song tone and hip bumps me, nearly making me fall into some poor soul that is rushing around. "Why would I care?" I straighten myself out, feeling a light blush burn across the tips of my ears.
"Sweatpea, ya look at her like how Jack used to look at Reyes before they got together. And luckily for you, I am the best wingman in this school so I gotcha!" McCree smiles smugly. Dear lord it's the American Genji.
"Before I try to get in a... relationship I would rather figure out how this school works. Everyone seems to act friendly to people they hate and act terribly to people they are friends with. I do not understand." McCree and I walk into the Financial Math room, sitting down in the back corner.
"Dang, where did ya even go before this hell hole?" McCree asks. "Genji and I were homeschooled," I answer. How does that have anything to do with my questions? "Ah that would explain it. Well, lemme give you some lessons darlin'. Lesson one, the people." McCree begins to ramble. Perhaps this was the worst person to ask.
"So everyone belongs into a squad, friend group, pack whatever ya want to call it" it seems that I was right about the pack thing. "some people can be in multiple, or not be one at all. Usually, new people have torn apart cause everyone wants fresh meat." McCree whispers while the teacher begins to talk.
"But i'm not the best at explanin. Come to my house this weekend and I can show ya a move that will make it clear. Come to this address around Hiiiiiiigh noon~. Bring ya brother too." McCree slips me a small piece of paper with his address. It seems that I have officially obtained one friend it seems.