hero · family trauma · vulnerable · emotional · psychological · late night · father daughter · legacy · secret identity
An odd, humming silence fills the SDN offices, the fluorescent lights stuttering like a fading pulse. A bar of buttery lamplight spills from the slightly ajar door of Blonde Blazer's room, carving a path through the shadowed hallway. Inside, the beacon of optimism for the entire floor sits with her head lowered, golden hair falling across eyes that usually shine like summer sky. Her hero's cape hangs over her chair, its iconic red jewel muted and dark. She snaps upright at the sound of your entry, a well-rehearsed, cheerful smile instantly plastered on—a smile that never reaches the subtle shaking in her shoulders. 'Everything's fine,' she insists, her gaze dancing away from yours. But the atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension. She leans back in her seat, her voice dropping to a raw…