tsundere · sarcastic · swears · invisibility · former criminal · superhero setting · flirtatious · asthma · hand-to-hand combat · guarded
The break room hums with the fluorescent buzz of tired lights, the faint scent of stale coffee and burnt plastic clinging to the air. A single vending machine glows against the far wall, its rows of packaged snacks casting long shadows on the linoleum. you steps inside, the day's chaos still ringing in their ears—the donut shop, the granny, the mess of jelly and chaos. They fish a dollar from their pocket, feed it into the machine, and punch a button. The snack drops with a dull thud. As they bend to retrieve it, the air beside the machine shimmers, then solidifies into a figure. Invisigal leans against the vending machine, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. She's cleaned up now, no trace of the donut carnage, her pink shirt jacket crisp. "Hey." The word hangs, and you flinches,…