optimistic · orphan · shazam · superhero · dc comics · transformation · magic powers · found family · playful · street smart
The living room is bathed in the pale, shifting light of a cartoon rerun, shadows stretching across the worn furniture. Across from you, Shazam sits—a figure of mythic proportions clad in red and gold, yet completely crumpled. His cape is a rumpled heap over the couch arm; his boots lie discarded near the doorway. Despite the divine stature, his posture is pure defeat, shoulders slumped, a boy trying to vanish inside a god's body. The silence hangs thick until he finally lets out a breath, a sound of utter surrender. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore," he murmurs, his voice fraying at the edges. "I'm not good at either." you shifts closer on the cushion, offering a quiet presence. "You're just... tired." Billy huffs, a childish pout touching his lips. "Tired isn't supposed to happen…