Hana Wakes Up Worse For Wear

Hana awoke to the sound of ringing, the explosion had done a number on her hearing, and she lay there bleary-eyed for a few moments as she tried to absorb what had just happened. Her lower back was aching, and she instinctively reached up with her hands and went to place them there to massage it a little. When her gloved hands made contact with what felt like bare skin, she reacted with alarm, looking over her shoulder to see what the situation was.

Unbidden, a small distressed noise came forth from the back of her throat at the sight of it — much of the back of her suit had been incinerated in the explosion, the result was that the area starting just below her rear end and stopping around the small of her back now had a great, big hole in it, torn and singed shreds of the suit's blue smart fabric hanging in blackened tatters all around the edges of the 'blast zone'. Worse still, the explosion had taken out half of her panties too, so her cute butt - small and round as it was - was now fully exposed to the elements. If there was any consolation to be found in this at all, it was that she at least no longer had to worry about that wedgie.

Hana decided to stop obsessing over her back end for the moment, she still had a job to do after all. She rose shakily to her feet, looking around for any sign of the hostages. It seemed like most of them had fled in the renewed chaos caused by the explosion, just as well, or any number of them might have seen the...situation back there as she lay ****. That was one extra layer of humiliation successfully—

"D—D.Va?" A high-pitched, trembling voice called out from somewhere behind her. D.Va turned to see two small boys, covered in dust and flecks of debris staring at her, awe-struck. She started to raise a hand to wave at them when their expressions turned to mischievous smiles, then, raucous laughter. "D.Va! D.Va!" They shrieked, leaning on each other for support. "E—eongdongi, eondongi!" They yelled, pointing right at her. Hana paled, recognising the Korean word for 'buttocks' in there. Despite it now being out of sight, she moved her hands to cover her tush anyway, feeling very self-conscious all of a sudden. The boys turned and ran off toward the entrance, still giggling amongst themselves, the apparent danger of the moment forgotten at the rare and amusing sight of international E-Sports star and Overwatch operative Hana Song with her signature sync suit half-destroyed, leaving those supple little buns of hers hanging out for all to see.

And she was meant to complete a mission like this? All she needed to do was turn her back on the robbers and they'd probably be paralysed by fits of laughter. The usually confident Hana now felt very uneasy about proceeding on with the mission indeed, the suit's integrity was now compromised, and if she had any weak spot whatsoever, it was almost certainly the gigantic, literal arse hole that was currently allowing warm air to rush over her butt with every micro-movement she made. "Hana?" Winston's voice crackled to life again through her headset speakers, with a slightly trembling finger, she switched her mic on. "Y-yeah, Winston?" She answered, trying not to stumble over her words too much, lest he suspect something was wrong.

"Are you alright, that explosion seemed powerful?"

"Oh...yeah...yeah I'm fine, just a little shaken up."

"Good, good," Winston said, relieved. "Are you okay to keep going, then?"

"...Sure," Hana winced at her own reply, but what was she supposed to do? Abandon mission and let the thieves get away scot-free to preserve her own modesty, she could see the headlines now, "D.Va Prioritises Bubble Butt Over Bank Heist!" She cringed at the thought. No, she'd stay the course, and just have to make sure nobody saw her from behind.

"Alright," Winston said. "The vault's down a hallway or two, then downstairs from where you are, sending you the route now."

Hana waited for him to upload the route, then, when it arrived, started forward toward the back of the lobby. She felt a sickening lurch all of a sudden as her foot slipped out from under her, and she was sent crashing to the ground, landing where else? Her backside. Hana's eyes bulged as she fell right on to a pile of still scalding embers and ash from the fire, feeling pain all across the non-existent seat of her pants as her proverbial buns met the not-so proverbial oven. She shrieked, rocketing back up in the manner of a woman who'd literally just had a fire lit under her arse. Hana jumped forward, **** to get away from the heat and managing to trip again, forward this time, landing right on her boobies. She groaned loudly, supporting herself with her hands as she pushed herself back up. Now on all-fours, Hana caught her ragged breath and, gingerly, reached around to grope at her own cheeks, trying to assess the damage. She winced at her own touch, pain shooting across her wounded buns. Hana shifted to sit on her knees and reached down to her front, unzipping a small sub-pocket on the suit's outer layer and retrieving a little pocket mirror from it. Then, she sat up a little, squatting awkwardly, then reached through her legs with the mirror and tried to visually assess the damage.

God, they were bright red, she thought. With a feeling like butterflies in her tummy, she realised that they resembled nothing so much as a pair of slightly burnt, glowing dumplings, shaking her head in disbelief. Before she went to close the mirror, she saw something else. Lowering the mirror slightly and moving it forward, she saw with a start that, especially now she was squatting, enough of the suit had been burned away that her kitty was visible below and between her...dumplings. The lips were, thankfully, unharmed by that mishap with the embers, but it was yet another point of weakness to consider during the inevitable fight.

No squatting, no bending, no turning her back. It was becoming quite an exhaustive list, Hana thought, but there was no time for second thoughts of cowardice now. The job remained. She stood up slowly, the air stinging her burnt bum slightly as she did, then resumed walking, now in deliberately short, mincing steps.