Guardian from Another World (Overwatch x male reader)

YN's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the warm embrace of the Mediterranean sun. He sat up, pushing himself out of the surprisingly comfortable bed. He'd fallen asleep in his clothes, a habit formed in the last twenty-four hours that felt like a lifetime.

He stumbled into the small, sterile bathroom, turning on the sink. Cold water splashed onto his face, a shock to his system, but it did little to dispel the lingering sense of unreality. He looked up into the mirror.

"Nope, still dreaming," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. A sigh escaped him, a quiet acknowledgment of his new, bizarre reality.

Composing himself, YN walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway. The door slid open with a soft hiss, and a strong, inviting aroma immediately hit him. Someone was cooking.

Following the scent, he found himself in a spacious, modern kitchen. Lena, vibrant even at this early hour, stood over a pan, her back to him. She looked up, her grin infectious as she caught sight of him.

"YN, luv, you're awake!" she chirped, her voice a melody of British cheer. She pulled a plate from a stack, sliding a piece of golden-brown French toast onto it. In a blur, she blinked over, handing him the plate and a fork. He dug in instantly, the taste a welcome anchor in his adrift world.

"Not bad, Lena, not bad at all," he managed between bites, a small, genuine smile touching his lips.