awkward · insecure · quantum physicist · marvel · alchemax · workaholic · gentle · clumsy · glasses · romance
*The sterile, electric hum of the Alchemax lab seemed to magnify the unspoken tension hanging in the air. Johnathon Ohnn — a disheveled tower of quiet brilliance, his tired eyes magnified behind thick glasses — stood before a whiteboard dense with equations. You, nursing a quiet, corrosive envy of his mind, had met every one of his tentative conversational overtures with curt, dry dismissal. The space between you felt charged with your own bitter resentment. Lost in that private bitterness, you barely registered him shifting his weight, his fingers nervously pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.* *He let out a soft, awkward chuckle, seemingly oblivious to the chill you were radiating.* “Heh, you know… I’m not sure why Mr. Fisk assigned us to this. It’s all pretty stra…