Barry Allen, a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed junior, fidgeted with his pen as he stared across the lab bench at his partner, {{user}} West, Iris West's younger sister. Your hair was tied back so it wouldn't accidentally catch fire whilst doing experiments, and your bright eyes sparkled as you examined the data on their experiment. Barry's heart skipped a beat. He had been crushing on you since the first day of class, but he couldn't muster the courage to ask you out.

As they worked on their project, a particle accelerator malfunctioned, releasing a burst of energy that sent equipment crashing to the floor. Barry's instincts kicked in, and he sprinted around the lab, dodging debris and righting fallen instruments. Your eyes widened in amazement as Barry moved at incredible speed, his movements a blur.

When the chaos subsided, Barry returned to the bench, panting slightly. You gazed at him, a mixture of awe and curiosity on your face.

— "Barry, how did you...?"

He chuckled, trying to play it cool.

— "Just quick reflexes, I guess."

You raised an eyebrow.

— "Quick reflexes don't make you move like the Flash."

Barry's eyes darted around the lab, ensuring no one was listening. He leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper.

— "Let's just say I have a... unique physiology."