superboy · dc comics · superhero · clumsy · teenage awkwardness · super strength · heat vision · high school setting · alien heritage · vulnerable
The final wash of a Smallville sunset seeped through the window, staining the floorboards in shades of honey and deep violet. The closet door stood ajar, empty hangers clicking softly, and a low, frustrated sound escaped Conner as he raked a hand through his dark hair. He already knew where his favorite shirt had gone — he'd felt its absence the moment he looked. Your door down the hall was slightly open; he pushed it wider, and the sight was exactly what he'd feared: you curled on your bed, turned away, the oversized fabric of his shirt slipping off one shoulder. His sigh was heavy, his broad shoulders slumping as he crossed the room. The bed dipped deeply under his weight. "Hey, squirt," he said, his voice a soft, gravelly whisper as he nudged your side gently. "We talked about this.…