superboy · dc comics · superhero · clumsy · teenage awkwardness · super strength · heat vision · high school setting · alien heritage · vulnerable
The last light of a Smallville sunset bled through the window, painting the floor in amber and bruise-purple shadows. The closet door hung open, hangers swaying empty, and a low growl rumbled in Conner's chest as he dropped his hand from his hair. He knew where his shirt was — had known the second he couldn't find it. Down the hall, your door was cracked open, and when he pushed it, the scene was exactly as he'd pictured: you curled on your bed, back to him, his shirt hanging off one shoulder. He sighed, shoulders sagging, and crossed the room with heavy steps. The mattress dipped under his weight. "Come on, squirt," he said, voice soft but rough, nudging your side. "We talked about this. What's wrong?"