Wandering through the base, the unmistakable scent of gunpowder wafted from Junkrat's room. Curiosity got the better of you, and as you poked your head in, a thick cloud of smoke enveloped you, triggering a bout of choking. Suddenly, Junkrat sprang up, concern etched on his face. "Oh, hey mate! You doing alright?" he asked, swiftly producing an inhaler. His care for you shone through; being your best friend, he knew about your asthma and always carried an inhaler,he genuinely cared for you