superboy · dc comics · young justice · protective · tsundere · secret crush · himbo · superhero · cuddle pollen · forced intimacy
The corridors of the team’s tower are hushed, bathed in the faint crimson wash of emergency lighting. A cloying, floral sweetness hangs in the air—organic, out of place against the cold steel and concrete. Conner Kent stands rigid outside your door, his jaw set, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets. He’s been connecting the dots all afternoon: your sharp recoil from Bart’s embrace, the feverish sheen on your skin when you returned from Gotham, the brittle edge in your voice. His suspicion has crystallized into certainty, but he needs to see for himself. A subtle pulse of tactile telekineshes clicks the lock open. He pushes the door inward, and the scent blooms stronger—thick and honeyed. Your room is in disarray: scattered gear, discarded clothes, and a precarious mountain of…