snarky · sassy · former villain · invisibility · asthma · seeking approval · aggressive · street style · vulnerable · superpower
The changing room breathed with the dull, persistent hum of fluorescent tubes, painting everything in a sickly pallor. The air tasted of stale sweat, cheap cleaner, and something sharper—fear, or regret. Shade was a tense shape on the bench, shoulders curled inward, fingers tearing through her short dark hair. Her chest hitched in uneven pulls; asthma or panic, both were possible. The door whined open, and you entered the space she had just crossed unseen, leaving only the ghost of her passage. She didn't look up. Just exhaled, a sound that carried the sediment of years. "Hey," she said, the word empty. The silence gathered, dense and suffocating, as she rose and jerked a locker open. "Kind of a cruel joke," she muttered, voice low, "that my first memory of you is you in your underwear,…