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You’re caught up in numbers and item codes when the door slams open, shattering the quiet of the afternoon and making you jump. Startled, you look up as a strong smoke smell hits you. Junkrat stands in the doorway, and it’s obvious that he’d kicked the door open. It should annoy you, but the wide grin on his face makes up for the scare. He’s more singed than normal, and from the frag launcher slung over his shoulder, you guess that he's likely come straight from the shooting range.
“Hey, Rat!” You wince as the greeting comes out chirpier than intended. To your relief, Roadhog isn’t with him. The larger junker is observant, and so far you’ve managed to avoid tipping him off to your big ol’ crush. You blame a lack of sleep and time apart for how badly you’re slipping up now.
After a mission had become significantly more complicated than expected, the Junkers' week long job had turned into 2 months, with no word until the end on when it would be over. The team had arrived back at base the day before, and when they’d finally landed, the duo had been close to delirious from a lack of sleep. You're admittedly grateful, you doubt they remember all the ways you’d managed to make a fool of yourself in the brief period you'd spent with them before they headed off to crash. Apparently you wouldn't be satisfied until you'd made your crush blazingly obvious, however, because you seemed determined to make up for the missed opportunity.
Junkrat limps into the room, already chattering away and you can’t help but get distracted by the view you’d been deprived of for 2 entire months. You miss what he’s saying at first, but snap back to reality when he calls your name in a sing-song voice.
“There you are! Drifted off to la-la-land for a bit, did we?” He grins wider, slamming his gun down on the counter. You know him well enough that you don’t bother trying to explain yourself. It would likely only make things worse. Instead, you lean over the counter next to the gun, resting on your elbows.
“Got to bed late, Mei was filling me in on what happened in Mexico.” You say as you stifle a well timed yawn. “How ‘bout you though, catch up on enough sleep?” He’d passed out the minute you’d gotten him home, without even making it to the bed. One second he’d been walking fine and the next you’d suddenly had your arms full of warm, snoring junker. The man was heavier than he looked, and you’d barely managed to get him onto his bed.
“You betcha, slept so long I woke up stiff as a board, if ya know what I mean.” He winks, and his double entendre should be groan worthy, but it hits you like a punch to the gut and the room feels a degree hotter. You bite the inside of your cheek, and one of your knuckles cracks as you squeeze your own hands together as tightly as possible.
“Had to go explode some things just to loosen up, ya shoulda seen it! I think these new beauties are me best work yet.” He continues in a crooning tone, petting his frag launcher with a gentle hand. “Adjusted the trigger mechanism on me grenades before I left, but didn’t get a chance to show ya before Roadie and I had to load out.” This yanks your thoughts back out of the gutter, where they’re met with disappointment. It had become some kind of ritual to show each other new changes or upgrades before anyone else gets to see them, and even though you know he couldn’t have helped it, you’re still upset. It must show on your face, because Junkrat’s eyes widen slightly.
“No need to get all misty there, doll, I’ll show ya tonight at training.” You smile for a moment, but it slides off your face as what he said clicks.
“Fuck. Tonight is training, isn’t it.” You’d gone and completely forgotten, too caught up in yesterday’s excitement.
Checking the clock, and taking a peek at your inventory list (always kept out of Junkrat’s reach due to an unfortunate past incident), you do the math. There was about an hour before you were technically supposed to leave for the night, but that wouldn’t leave you enough time to lock up, change and get down to the practice grounds on time.
“Is it at the normal time tonight? Or did they switch it up ‘cause you guys just got back?” You ask, hopeful. Junkrat giggles and you know you’re SOL.
“You knock a few screws loose while I was gone? Jackie-boy wouldn’t change trainin’ time fer his own mother.”
You groan, letting your elbows slip out from under you to rest your chin on the counter instead. Soldier 76 would definitely chew your ass out if you showed up late, and you dreaded going through that again. You also didn’t want to miss out on training with Junkrat, but tardiness was one of the few things that really pissed Jack Morrison off.
Checking the clock again, you bite your lip and make a decision.
“Alright, I need you to do me a favour.” You say, already knowing what his response will be.
“Depends on the favour… or what I get out of it.” He grins and wiggles his eyebrows, exactly as expected. You roll your eyes, scrounging around for a scrap piece of paper.
“Your reward is gonna be not having to listen to Soldier 69-” at this, Junkrat can’t help but giggle, but you ignore it “-reaming me out for being late. I don’t have time to go all the way back to my place to change, so could you snag my stuff for me and bring it back here?” Finding a suitable slip, you write down the access code to your room, feeling-no, knowing that this was a terrible idea. You’ll change it as soon as you get the chance, because as much as you like Junkrat, you still trust him more with your life than you do with free access to your room. You hand the code over and he snatches it before you can change your mind.
“That’s the access code to my room. My gear is all in the bag at the foot of my bed, and my bow is hung up on the wall, shouldn’t be hard to miss. If you have any trouble, call me.” He stands there expectantly, even after you’ve finished giving instructions and you wrack your brain trying to figure out if you missed something.
“I’ll get you boba tea later?” You guess, and that does the trick. Junkrat leaves his frag launcher on the counter and starts toward the door
“Two teas, or whatever I take as collateral disappears forever!” He cackles while he disappears into the hallway, and you grit your teeth.
You knew this was a bad idea.
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