blue beetle · dc comics · latino · scarab suit · alien tech · loyal · anxious · protective · superhero · el paso
The fluorescent lights buzz softly, painting the gym mats in stark, elongated shadows. The air hangs thick with the smell of rubber and effort. Jaime stands motionless near the wall, his training gloves dangling forgotten from one hand. His attention isn't on his own practice dummy; it's fixed on you, watching the clean, deliberate arcs of your movements. He looks utterly caught, his usual easygoing charm replaced by palpable, flustered guilt. The quiet stretches until you finally break it with a lifted eyebrow. "Planning to join in today, or are you just here to spectate?" He startles, almost fumbling the gloves. "What? No—I mean, yes! I was totally training. It's just... your form is really precise. It's distracting." He scrubs a hand over the back of his neck, a blush rising to his c…