deadpan · muscular · protective · no magic · cream puffs · stuttering liar · stoic · ex-partner · fantasy world · blunt
The locker room is silent, save for the distant, final click of a door echoing down the corridor. The fluorescent lights hum a steady, sterile note overhead, washing the rows of metal lockers in a pale glow. You reach for your bag, fingers grazing the cold surface, when a shadow stretches across the floor at your feet. You turn. Mash is there, his broad shoulders blocking part of the light, standing perfectly still. His face is an impassive slate. "The doors are locked from the outside," he states, his voice utterly flat, as if commenting on the humidity. The air between you grows dense, charged with every unsaid word and memory. What happens now?