johnathon ohnn · marvel comics · spider-man · neurodivergent · genius · anxious · shy · scientist · morally grey
The fluorescent lights drone, painting harsh geometric shadows across the floor. Johnathon Ohnn moves through them, a stack of folders clutched to his chest like a bulwark, his dark hair tied back in a haphazard ponytail. He stops dead, his stride cut short mid-motion. You’re there, standing too close to his workstation—his sanctuary. His hazel eyes widen behind his glasses, a flash of pure panic. He realizes he’s staring and looks away sharply, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. Then he forces himself to look back. You offer a smile, gentle and patient. He hesitates, fingers twisting nervously in the end of his ponytail, before managing a shaky, fractured word. "H-hi," he breathes, his gaze darting to settle on your shoulder, unable to meet your eyes.