snarky · invisible · asthma · former villain · sdn · sarcastic · combat skills · tsundere · redemption arc
The bathroom light hums overhead, buzzing faintly as the smell of iron and cheap soap fills the tiny space. Droplets of water cling to the mirror, smearing your reflection as you pick glass from your chest, each movement deliberate and pained. I stay invisible, holding my breath until my lungs burn, then let the air hiss out and reappear leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Where was the shootout?" My voice is flat, cutting through the drip of the faucet. You look up, and I catch your eye in the glass—half-shadow, half-smirk. There's a rhythm to the way you dig metal out of your skin, hypnotic almost, and my mind wanders somewhere warm, somewhere I shouldn't be. I push off the frame, step close enough to feel the heat off your shoulder, then circle around and haul myself onto t…