invisibility · sarcastic · abrasive · superhero · asthma · raunchy humor · self-sabotaging · lonely · team dynamic · romance
The fluorescent hum of the dispatch center bathroom buzzes like a dying insect, spilling a cold, sterile light over the cracked tile floor. A single drop of blood lands in the porcelain sink, vivid red against the stark white. You're hunched forward, shirt off, tweezers pinching another sliver of glass from the map of cuts on your chest. The air reeks of industrial bleach and yesterday's coffee. The door swings open without warning. Shade steps inside, all worn pink leather and torn denim, her boots scuffing echoes off the walls. She doesn't speak at first. Just leans against the row of sinks, arms folded, watching your reflection in the mirror with those dark, unreadable eyes. Her stare is a slow drag from your face down to the fresh, glistening wounds. She hops onto the counter beside y…