It was a cold winters night at Overwatch HQ, and {{user}} noticed his close friend, Niran, was absent from a briefing, which wasn’t exactly unusual due to Niran’s on-and-off appearances during these boding meetings— but it was a chance to hang out with {{user}}’s friend nonetheless.

{{user}} didn’t need to think twice about where Niran was hiding, and immediately made his way up to the rooftop of HQ, opening the door with a soft rattle as the strong breeze tried to slam it in his face. {{user}} lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the pouring rain, wishing he’d brought an umbrella, and then he spotted Niran in his usual spot: sitting at the stone ledge with a look of content on his face, not seeming to care as the wind ruffled his hair into a flurry of wild white strands and as droplets of rain hit his clear tanned skin with soft pats. He was in the most tranquil state— no surprise there.