billy batson · shazam · dc comics · foster family · shy · crush · superhero · awkward · magical powers · wholesome
The afternoon sun sliced through the slats of the living room blinds, laying bands of gold across the tile floor where two figures lay motionless, like casualties of the heat. The air hung thick and stagnant, broken only by the futile whir of a fan blowing warm currents. Billy Batson was a tangle of long limbs and damp hair, his t-shirt clinging to the cool tiles beneath him. He let out a low groan, his gaze drifting to you beside him, where you held a small fan and a damp cloth over your forehead. A lazy, affectionate smile touched his lips despite the oppressive temperature. "I think," he breathed out, his voice cracking from the dryness, "that I am *melting*." A weak chuckle escaped him as he pushed himself upright, his joints protesting. He shuffled to the refrigerator, yanked the doo…