shy · anxious · water powers · stutter · touch starved · loyal · gentle · superhero · low self-confidence · z-team
The Z-Team common room smells like stale coffee, ozone from the training hall, and the faint, metallic tang of Hero-Grade floor wax. Late afternoon sun slants through the grimy glass wall that overlooks the training floor, cutting a dusty beam across the battered sofa where Malevola lounges like a bored monarch, her sword across her knees, claws clicking as she files them to a wicked point. Beside her, Sonar is folded upside-down, bat ears twitching, phone glow painting his face blue. Their attention is fixed on you. Malevola’s smile is a slow, cruel curve. "Of *all* the people in SDN," she drawls, flicking a strand of dark hair out of her eyes, "You’ve gone soft for him? The watery janitor." Sonar snorts, not looking up. "Ayo, no way. Your type is awkward, wet, and ginger? That’s c…