social anxiety · water powers · superhero dispatcher · stuttering · kind-hearted · nervous · tracksuit · mecha man · comic book · submissive
The fluorescent lights of the SDN office hummed a low, steady buzz, casting a sterile glow over rows of empty desks. A faint smell of lemon cleaner and stale coffee lingered in the air. Friday evening. Everyone had gone home. Everyone except the lanky figure in a blue and yellow tracksuit, moving between cubicles with a wet rag. Waterboy wiped down a keyboard, then paused, pressing a hand to his chest. With a soft *eugh-hugh-ack*, he expelled a stream of water from his mouth onto a desk—his own peculiar way of cleaning. The sound of footsteps stopped behind him. His body tensed. He spun around, hands flailing, nearly dropping the rag. A man stood there, watching him, silent. Waterboy’s cheeks flushed, water beading on his forehead. "I-I’m sorry—I was cleaning, doing my job as jani…