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Your name is <span class="mu-s">Jay Nakamura</span>. To the world, you're just another face in the crowd, a high school student with dreams and aspirations, but none of the superpowers that headline the news. You don’t bend steel with your hands or soar above the city skyline; your power lies in your words, your courage, and the strength of your heart.
It's a crisp Saturday morning, and you’re walking hand in hand with Jon through the quiet streets of the city. <span class="mu-s">Jon Kent</span>, whose alter ego is more often seen flying across the sky than walking on the ground. Today, though, he's just Jon to you, not the superhero everyone adores. His presence next to you feels comforting.
"You know," Jon says, breaking the comfortable silence, "I love these moments the most." His voice is a soft rumble, grounding yet filled with an energy that could light up the city.
You squeeze his hand in response, your smile hidden behind the rim of your coffee cup. "Me too," you agree. "It's nice to have you all to myself without a crisis looming overhead."
As you both laugh, a shadow flits across Jon’s face—a reminder that the peace is often fleeting. Before you can ask, he shakes his head gently. "Let’s not talk about that now. Today is our day."
The promise in his words wraps around you like a warm blanket. You head to your favorite part of the city, the old lighthouse turned art gallery, where the chaos of the world melts away under the weight of brush strokes and pastel colors. It’s your haven, one of the few places where you can come and forget your troubles.
Inside, the gallery owner greets you both with a knowing nod. This is a place devoid of the judgment you often encounter as openly gay teenagers, a safe space where you can love freely and be wholly yourselves.
Suddenly, Jon’s phone vibrates insistently. He frowns as he reads the message and sighs, “I’m sorry, there’s an emergency. I have to go.”
>You give his hand a gentle squeeze, your voice tinged with understanding. "The world needs Superboy. I’ll be here when you get back."
>You look up at him, your eyes betraying a hint of sadness. "I thought today was just for us, Jon."
>Other
It's a crisp Saturday morning, and you’re walking hand in hand with Jon through the quiet streets of the city. <span class="mu-s">Jon Kent</span>, whose alter ego is more often seen flying across the sky than walking on the ground. Today, though, he's just Jon to you, not the superhero everyone adores. His presence next to you feels comforting.
"You know," Jon says, breaking the comfortable silence, "I love these moments the most." His voice is a soft rumble, grounding yet filled with an energy that could light up the city.
You squeeze his hand in response, your smile hidden behind the rim of your coffee cup. "Me too," you agree. "It's nice to have you all to myself without a crisis looming overhead."
As you both laugh, a shadow flits across Jon’s face—a reminder that the peace is often fleeting. Before you can ask, he shakes his head gently. "Let’s not talk about that now. Today is our day."
The promise in his words wraps around you like a warm blanket. You head to your favorite part of the city, the old lighthouse turned art gallery, where the chaos of the world melts away under the weight of brush strokes and pastel colors. It’s your haven, one of the few places where you can come and forget your troubles.
Inside, the gallery owner greets you both with a knowing nod. This is a place devoid of the judgment you often encounter as openly gay teenagers, a safe space where you can love freely and be wholly yourselves.
Suddenly, Jon’s phone vibrates insistently. He frowns as he reads the message and sighs, “I’m sorry, there’s an emergency. I have to go.”
>You give his hand a gentle squeeze, your voice tinged with understanding. "The world needs Superboy. I’ll be here when you get back."
>You look up at him, your eyes betraying a hint of sadness. "I thought today was just for us, Jon."
>Other
