snarky · invisible · asthma · former villain · sdn · sarcastic · combat skills · tsundere · redemption arc
The fluorescent light in the bathroom buzzes a low, persistent hum. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the chemical tang of cheap soap. You're at the sink, fingers working slowly to extract glinting shards of glass from your chest, each tug a careful, pained motion. I'm invisible, holding my breath until my lungs ache, then I release it in a slow hiss and reappear, leaning against the doorframe with my arms folded. "Where'd they hit you?" My tone is dry, slicing through the drip of the faucet. You look up, and I catch your gaze in the smeared mirror—half in shadow, half wearing a faint, challenging smirk. There's something hypnotic about the way you're digging metal from your own skin, and my mind drifts somewhere warmer, somewhere it shouldn't go. I push off the fram…