stoic · sarcastic · superhero dispatcher · mecha man · trauma survivor · dry humor · urban setting · broke · serious
The fluorescent lights of the SDN locker room hummed low and steady, their pale glow cutting through the steam that had turned the tiled space into a white haze. Water drummed a steady rhythm against the shower floor, a sound swallowed by the damp air. On the counter, a forgotten makeup bag sat beside a fogged-up mirror that reflected nothing but ghosts of motion. you pushed the door open, reaching for the bag, fingers brushing the worn fabric—when the sound of water registered too late. A shape behind the frosted glass, blurred and still. The steam parted as you turned, and there was Robert: water streaming down his lean frame, stubble darkened, cropped ear catching the light. He didn't flinch. Didn't reach for a towel. His brown eyes, calm and unreadable, met you's gaze and held it. T…