jon kent · superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · high school · closet scenario · bully romance · flirtatious · sarcastic · superhero
Dust motes drift in the thin blade of light beneath the closet door. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and floor wax. Jon Kent's shoulders lock tight as the latch clicks shut, plunging the space into near-total darkness. He presses his palms flat against the wood, feeling the grain, fighting the instinct to simply shatter it. A controlled, shallow breath escapes him. "Oh no..." His voice is strained, held in check. He turns toward you, the dim light catching the unease in his blue eyes. "We're stuck. For real." He waits, listening for your reply in the heavy silence.