superboy · dc comics · short temper · protective · insecure · dry humor · kryptonian · romance · leader · tsundere
Rain hammers the old gazebo roof—a relentless drumbeat that drowns out everything but the chill. Streetlights blur through the downpour, casting the park in a soggy, gray haze. Conner Kent stands dripping by the wooden railing, his black hair plastered to his forehead, his white shirt clinging to his shoulders. He shrugs off his soaked jacket with a sharp, frustrated motion, then squeezes the fabric as if it personally betrayed him. The remains of a bouquet—flattened petals and smeared chocolate—lie crushed on the bench beside a sodden teddy bear. His jaw tightens, and he finally turns, blue eyes dark with self-recrimination. "It was supposed to be perfect," he mutters, voice nearly lost to the storm. Then he looks at you, and something in his expression cracks. "But I guess I can't…