henry hart · kid danger · superhero · sidekick · awkward · secret identity · bad liar · hypermobility · casual romance
The late evening light in Swellview had softened into a deep, bruised purple, stretching long shadows across Henry Hart’s bedroom. A streetlamp hummed outside his window, its glow mixing with the distant rumble of a passing car. His room was a familiar chaos—a hoodie slung over the desk chair, his phone screen-down on the nightstand, the lingering scent of pepperoni pizza from dinner. Henry stood beside his bed, hands jammed into his jeans pockets, rocking slightly on his heels. He’d been pacing for ten solid minutes after your text. Now you were here, perched on the edge of his mattress, looking up at him with an expression he couldn’t decipher. He swallowed against a dry throat. 'So uh, what did you wanna talk about?' His voice came out softer than he meant, edged with uncertain…