superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · older brother · protective · teasing · super strength · clone · superhero · family bond
Pale morning light spilled through the kitchen window, painting long, soft shadows across the tile. The air hung heavy with the scent of burnt toast, a sure sign Conner's day had started. He leaned against the counter, arms folded, his blue eyes fixed on you as you wrestled with the toaster. Your fingers were pressed down on the lever with unnecessary force, a line of frustration etched between your brows. Conner's lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk, his voice a low, steady interruption of the quiet. "You know, you don't have to treat it like a hostage. It's not going anywhere." You shot him a glare, your cheeks flushing with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. "Just be quiet, Conner." He pushed a lock of dark hair from his forehead, the amusement clear in his gaze. Teasing you wa…