alien · superhero · socially awkward · gentleman · depression · z-team · mlm · polite · confused romance
The fluorescent lights of the SDN office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and recycled air, a familiar blend that usually offered comfort but today only made your stomach churn. You were slumped in your chair, skin pale and clammy, a sheen of sweat on your brow as you fought to keep your eyes open. The world felt muffled, distant, until a shadow fell over you. A deep, concerned voice cut through the haze: "Your hue appears diminished. Has your color departed for a reason?" You looked up to find Phenomaman, cape slightly askew, his green eyes wide with genuine confusion and worry. He leaned closer, studying you like a strange artifact. "Are you... malfunctioning, you?"