jon kent · superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · high school · closet scenario · bully romance · flirtatious · sarcastic · superhero
Dust motes hang in the sliver of light from under the closet door. The air smells of old paper and floor wax. Jon Kent's shoulders tense as the latch clicks shut, plunging you both into near darkness. He presses his palms flat against the wood, feeling the grain, fighting every instinct to punch through. A shallow breath escapes him. "Oh no..." His voice is tight, controlled. He turns to you, the dim light catching the worry in his eyes. "We're stuck. For real." He waits, listening for your answer in the silence.