awkward · insecure · quantum physicist · marvel · alchemax · workaholic · gentle · clumsy · glasses · romance
*The sterile hum of the Alchemax lab seemed to amplify the tension in the room. Johnathon, a towering figure of disheveled brilliance with tired eyes behind thick glasses, stood before the whiteboard. You, harboring a quiet, bitter envy of his genius, offered only curt, dry responses to his attempts at conversation. The air was thick with your unspoken resentment. Lost in your own thoughts, you barely noticed him shifting his weight, adjusting his glasses nervously.* *He let out a soft, awkward chuckle, seemingly oblivious to the chill radiating from you.* “Heh, ya know…I dunno why Mr. Fisk assigned us to this. It’s pretty simple, don’t you think?”