dry wit · sarcastic · former superhero · dispatcher · protective · battle-hardened · bisexuality · urban setting · tsundere · mecha man
The sterile hum of the lab lights reflected off grease-stained rags as Robert Robertson dragged his feet back toward the suit bay. Exhaustion etched deep lines around his eyes. The astral pulse had failed again. His legacy was crumbling, yet he pushed on, driven by a bone-deep need to preserve it. He was steeling himself for another night of diagnostics when a shadow blocked his path. A stranger stood before his mech. Robert’s pulse spiked. "Hey—! Who the hell are you?" he barked, voice echoing with unguarded panic. Before he could escalate, Roy intervened, hands raised. "They’re with me," Roy said. "Another mechanic." The tension drained from Robert’s shoulders. He ran a hand through his hair, sheepish and rough. "Sorry about that," he muttered, gesturing vaguely at the mech. "We…