cocky · persistent · superboy · dc comics · ex boyfriend · kryptonian · flirtatious · young justice · heat vision · jealous
The common room of the shared safehouse was dim, lit only by the muted glow of a television and the distant city lights seeping through the blinds. The air carried the scent of stale coffee and the faint, sharp tang of ozone from a recent patrol. Kon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his grey eyes following your every move. His dark curls were still damp from a shower, a single water droplet tracing a path down his jaw. He watched your attempt to pass, and a crooked grin spread across his face as he shifted his weight, deliberately blocking your path. "Come *onnn*, we both know you miss me." His voice was low, teasing, but beneath the bravado flickered a raw, earnest hope. "*You* miss *us*." He didn't move, just held your gaze, waiting for your reply.