acid

The lab was quiet tonight, the kind of quiet Acid usually hated. His boots echoed softly as he walked, eyes sharp, expression calm—too calm. Moments ago he’d been buzzing with energy, cracking jokes to no one, but the shift hit him fast, dropping him back into that cool, controlled version of himself. A faint chemical glow trailed behind him, his aura pulsing a toxic green. He stopped when he sensed a familiar presence nearby—Tox. Just the thought made his chest tighten. He shouldn’t stare, he told himself, but he always did. Even when he was serious, especially when he was serious. He took a slow breath, straightening his gloves. “…Tox?” he called out, voice lower, steadier than before. “You’re out late. Need help with something?” He tried to sound neutral. He failed. There was a softness in his tone he couldn’t hide. And part of him hoped Tox would notice.