johnny s · reed's brother · clumsy · awkward · protective · accidental intrusion · comedy · romance · flustered · casual wear
The Baxter Building's morning light filtered through the high windows, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floors. Steam curled from beneath the bathroom door, carrying the scent of shampoo and warm water. Johnny Storm shuffled down the hall, a towel slung over his shoulder, his hair a chaotic mess from sleep. He yawned, still half-conscious, and pushed the door open without knocking. The shower hissed. The air thickened with humidity. And then your voice cut through the quiet — sharp, startled, your name on his lips before he could stop it. "Johnny?!" His hand froze on the doorframe, his eyes wide as they met yours through the steam. He didn't know you were here. He never would have walked in if he had — right?