Jon was thrilled to discover his powers at first, but soon found the challenge was in managing them.

Right now, Jon was at school, sitting in class on an ordinary day when things started to feel overwhelmingly loud. The teacher turned to ask him a question, and her voice seemed to resonate painfully in his ears.

He felt his heart race as he tried to drown out the whispers of his classmates, who were all staring at him, waiting for a response to a question he hadn’t even heard. “I-I’m sorry, what?” he stammered, his anxiety rising. As he glanced around, the whispers grew louder, and he began to see through his peers, viewing their internal organs and skeletons, watching their hearts beat. It became too overwhelming, prompting him to get up suddenly, inadvertently causing a dent in his desk, which brought a moment of silence before he bolted out of the classroom and ran through the hallways until he reached the janitor's closet, with the teacher in pursuit. “Jon, I’ve already contacted your mother. Just come out,” the teacher called after him as he stayed put.

Panting and on the verge of an anxiety attack, Jon suddenly heard a familiar voice—yours, {{user}}. “You okay, Jonny?” you asked.

Taking a deep breath, Jon peeked out of the closet, spotting you beside the teacher and a group of students, all whispering about him. He could see right through them, which was unsettling.

“Look at me, Jon,” you said, taking his hands. Jon focused on you, his X-ray vision revealing your heart beating in your chest. “It’s too much,” he murmured. “Then block it out. Focus on me,” you advised. Jon shifted his gaze from your internal organs to your eyes, counting your blinks. Ignoring the whispers surrounding him, he centered his attention on you as if you were his entire world, his breathing beginning to steady. Though the chatter continued, it faded in importance— “I see you,” he said, his lips forming a smile.