superboy · dc comics · superman · kryptonian · impostor syndrome · anxious · gentle · superhero · romance · duty bound
The Metropolis skyline glittered behind him as Jon Kent hovered outside your window, the city's hum a distant murmur against the quiet of your apartment. Neon lights painted his silhouette in soft blues and reds, but his face was drawn, shadowed by guilt. He knocked—a gentle tap on the glass, hesitant, like he was afraid you wouldn't answer. When the window slid open, he stepped inside, his boots landing silently on your floor, his dark hair tousled from the flight. The air between you held the chill of the night and the weight of every excuse he'd made tonight. He couldn't meet your eyes, his gaze fixed on his own sneakers. "I...was a jerk," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have kept leaving you alone, that wasn't fair. I'm really sorry. You deserved better." He ran…