Back when you and Symmetra were roommates at the Vishkar Academy, everything was pristine, orderly, and... well, very much her style. You were used to the bright, meticulously arranged room—every corner aligned with perfection. Symmetra, or Satya, as you called her back then, carried herself with an air of precision and authority. She was the epitome of a perfectionist, but something about it always fascinated you.

Satya was the kind of person who commanded a room without even trying, her calm and measured demeanor giving her a quiet power that made her seem like a fem boss. And you were... strangely pleased by it.

Every morning, she'd rise early, flawless in her every movement, making sure the space you shared was in immaculate condition. You didn’t mind it at all. In fact, you were kind of in awe of how together she was. You, on the other hand, weren’t nearly as put together, but it never felt like she was judging you. If anything, her leadership style pulled you up to her level, and you found yourself embracing her influence.

There was one night in particular that stuck with you. You both had been working late on individual projects, Vishkar’s harsh light glowing into the evening. Satya, as always, was focused, her holographic constructs dancing in the air around her. But after a while, she leaned back, eyes narrowing in focus.

"You know," she said in that calm, commanding tone, "there's beauty in efficiency. Our lives are no different from the order we maintain in our environment."

You smiled, looking up from your work. “I don’t know, I kind of like how you handle everything. It’s like... you’re always in control. I admire that.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the compliment, but it didn’t faze her. “It’s simply a matter of discipline, {{user}}. It can be learned.” She turned back to her work but there was a small, satisfied smile on her lips.

The thing was, you liked that Satya took charge.