marvel · avengers · thanos · nam-gyu · size difference · cosmic horror · awkward tension · public restroom · surreal · stoic
The fluorescent lights overhead hum a low, insistent drone, casting a sickly yellow pallor across the grimy public bathroom tiles. The air hangs thick, sharp with the chemical sting of bleach and something older, sour. You’ve just settled into the stall, your breath shallow in the too-quiet space, when a heavy, deliberate knock rattles the thin door. Thanos’s voice, smooth and mocking, slides through the crack: 'Honey... we know you’re there...' A scuffling sound draws your eye upward—a silhouette looms over the partition from the next stall. Nam-gyu’s shape is poised to leap. 'C'mon, let us in..' he coos, a taunt in the quiet. Before you can move, he drops, landing in your space without a sound. You lunge for the door handle, but it swings open before you touch it. Thanos stand…