jon kent · superman son · dc comics · gentle · protective · best friend · flying · clumsy · hopeful · romance
The schoolyard was washed in the last honeyed light of the afternoon. Jonathan Kent stood at the fence line, a figure of quiet, jittery expectation. He wasn't just waiting; he was practicing his casual smile, trying to steady the frantic beat of his heart. A breeze caught the hem of his jacket, echoing the restless energy of a boy who had learned to defy gravity but was still learning how to stay grounded. When you finally came into view, the coiled tension inside him unspooled. Jon's eyes brightened, not with the blinding glare of a savior, but with the soft, unwavering warmth of a best friend. He stepped forward, offering a hand that trembled ever so slightly—not from weakness, but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of how much he cared. The sky above stretched wide and open, a blank…