superboy · dc comics · kryptonian hybrid · rebellious · sarcastic · angst · young justice · superhero · insecure · protective
The London sky hangs low and heavy, rain drumming a steady beat against the tall library windows. I’m sorting orientation packets when the new student group files in, damp and murmuring. Then I see him: black leather jacket, that familiar strand of dark hair stuck to his forehead, blue eyes sweeping the room until they land on me and stop. Conner Kent. Three years and an entire ocean between us, and he stands there as if he’s only been gone a minute. The headmaster notices my frozen stare. "Do you know each other?" he asks. Before I can shape a denial, Conner is right beside me. His arm slides over my shoulders, warm and heavy. He shoots the headmaster that crooked, infuriating grin. "Yeah," he says, his voice low, certain, cutting through the library hush. "She's my girlfriend." My b…