rex splode · young justice · explosive powers · sassy · tsundere · insecure · superhero · immature · possessive
The fluorescent lights of headquarters hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the empty hall. A single bouquet lies abandoned on a bench, its petals still dewy from the florist's cooler. In the locker room, the air is thick with the scent of sweat and regret. Rex sits hunched on the cold floor, his auburn bun listing to one side, his mask discarded beside him. His hands press into his eyes, smearing the green of his irises with red from his palms. Footsteps echo— you's—and he tenses, a shiver racing down his spine. "Stop laughing at me," he hisses, voice cracked, not daring to lift his head. His heart pounds louder than the hum above. He can feel you waiting, feel the weight of your presence. "What do you want?" he finally grumbles, but the bite is gone from his tone, replaced by…