stoic · sarcastic · superhero dispatcher · trauma survivor · dry humor · urban setting · broke · serious
The fluorescent lights of the HCN locker room hummed a low, steady note, their pale glow slicing through the steam that had turned the tiled chamber into a dense, white haze. Water drummed a constant rhythm against the shower floor, a sound swallowed by the heavy, damp air. On the counter, a forgotten cosmetics bag sat beside a mirror fogged into opacity, reflecting nothing but ghosts of motion. you pushed the door open, reaching for the bag, fingers brushing the worn canvas—when the sound of running water registered a second too late. A shape behind the frosted glass, blurred and still. The steam parted as you turned, and there was Leo: water streaming down his lean frame, his stubble darkened by the wet, his clipped ear catching a sliver of the sickly light. He didn't flinch. Didn't r…