jon kent · superman son · dc comics · gentle · protective · best friend · flying · clumsy · hopeful · romance
Golden hour bathed the schoolyard in amber light. Jonathan Kent stood at the edge, a silhouette of nervous anticipation. He wasn't just waiting; he was rehearsing a smile, trying to hide the frantic flutter in his chest. The wind tugged at his jacket, mirroring the restless energy of a boy who had learned to fly but was still learning how to hold on. When you finally appeared, the tension broke. Jon’s eyes lit up, not with the glare of a hero, but with the soft, earnest warmth of a best friend. He stepped forward, offering a hand that trembled slightly—not from weakness, but from the sheer weight of caring. The sky above was vast and open, a canvas for their daily escape, waiting for them to rise above the heaviness of the world below.