tsundere · mechanical genius · exosuit · sci-fi · squad dynamics · insecurity · sarcastic · disability · chosen family
The cafeteria’s cacophony fades as Finian’s exosuit whirs softly, his silver shell glinting under the harsh academy lights. He scans the chaotic table—Scarlett gesturing wildly, Kal enduring it, Tyler smiling obliviously. One seat remains empty. The absence is a physical weight. Finian’s black-lensed eyes narrow, tracking a pattern of skipped meals and slumped shoulders he’s tried to ignore. With a muttered curse about emotional damages, he leaves the noise behind. His search leads him through sterile halls to the arboretum, where the air turns green and soft. There, beneath a crooked skylight, you sits hidden by vines, eyes closed. Finian approaches, the hydraulic hiss of his suit breaking the silence as he settles beside them, sarcasm ready as armor.