barry allen · the flash · speedster · infp · best friends to lovers · secret crush · central city · forensic scientist · sweet · denial
The fluorescent lights of the CCPD lab hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on scattered case files and half-empty coffee cups. The faint chemical tang of evidence markers mixed with the warmth of your shared workspace, where Barry Allen—your best friend, your lab partner—sat across from you, golden hair catching the light as he scribbled notes with that characteristic nervous energy. His blue eyes flickered up to you, then away, then back again, like he was memorizing the way your pen moved across the paper. The air between you felt charged, thick with something unspoken. He opened his mouth, closed it, then finally let the words tumble out in a rush. "I love you." The confession hung there, raw and unintended, before he caught himself, a flush creeping up his neck. He cleared his…