You have ears and a tail. You wear a hat and hoodie to hide them. Nothing belongs to me. And unlike most of time someone makes the reader a neko you're a year older than her both in age and maturity.

Enjoy.

You were doing your job in Oasis, loading boxes onto your truck to deliver them to a restaurant and the Overwatch H.Q. As soon as you were done you got in the truck and drove off. One second you were driving singing along to Footloose the next you had hit a wraith demon with a bird mask. You stopped abruptly and reached for one of the guns in the glove box. Only to have a shotgun pointed at your face.

(Y/N): Okay okay. I want to keep my blood inside my body.

You put your hands up and got out of the truck. He pointed you towards the back of the truck and made you open it. You opened the truck and knew which package they wanted. As you were about to hand it to him a bomb went off next to you and you ran with the package under your arm and throwing your knife into his shoulder. You ran through the firefight and hid in a nearby bank until it subsided. You looked at the box's content. It was Doomfist's Doom fist. You closed the box and laid against the door.

(Y/N): Can't imagine why the'd go after this. They already stole the Chinese replica from the museum. Thought they'd take that bait.

You sighed as you began to fall backward as the door opened. You hit the bank's hard floor and looked up to see a Latino woman staring down at you. You held the box close to your chest.

????: Hey there hombre. Going to need you to hand that over to me now.

You refused.

????: Alright let's do this the hard way.

She cocked an SMG before placing it against your forehead.

????: Now, I'm going to ask you again. Please hand that box over to me.

Before you could answer a mech slammed into her. You quickly ran away with the box under your arm. After several bombs went off you were approached by the mech pilot that had saved you.

(Y/N): Package for the Overwatch H.Q.

????: Thank you.

(Y/N): No, thank YOU Hana.

D.Va: Oh, so you're a fan?

(Y/N): (scratching head) Well, hard not to be.

She put her arm around your head and pulled you along with her ignoring your constant protests. She was now lying on top of you and was swatting at your hat, trying to get it off.

(Y/N): Hey! Knock it off! I came here with you. Leave my hat alone!

D.Va: Nevah >:3

She finally stole your hat and gasped staring at your cat ears.

D.Va: SO CUTE!

(Y/N): H-hey get off of me! Ge-ge oh that feels good.

She began to scratch your ears and you rubbed against her purring.

D.Va: The others said I could keep you, and keep you I will.

She held you close to her chest and kissed you on the forehead.

~Nyan nyan~