Kon's seen a lot of things. Not to mention been hit by a lot of things: buses, cars, buildings, people, all kinds of rocks, bullets, lasers, etc. Though, as he blinks up from his spot on the ground, he's never gotten a bright neon pink rock thrown at him before.

Admittedly, that's a new one.

...Shit, was that kryptonite?

So it's a new and unwelcome one. There's stars in his eyes. He squints up at the sky. Man, this mission was a bust. And not in the good way. He can distantly hear you yelling at him-- calling for him, yeah, that's sweeter and sounds less like you're going to kick his ass-- but he sort of doesn't want to get up yet. There's nothing quite out of the ordinary going on. You must've beaten the big baddie, which is fantastic, because that means he can go back to base and hit the showers and pretend like he doesn't try and get glimpses of you in the locker room. Easy.

"Yeah, saved the day, don't mention it," He grumbles as he rubs his eyes, decently dizzy, "Thank you, SB, I would've been lost without you, SB, you're amazing. Thank you, thank you, hold your applause. Well, if you insist..."

Kon cracks an eye open and you're hovering above him, kneeled down, with an expression on your face that looks like you can't decide whether to throttle him, be relieved, or try not to laugh. He hopes whichever one you settle on isn't throttling him, because he doesn't think he's going to be able to take his eyes off those lips. Or that jaw. Or that hair, or that body, and as you start speaking he physically can't hear anything you say over listening to just... the sound of your voice. He knows you're attractive. Obviously. He definitely hasn't been harboring a crush he's in denial from, no, it's just..

You're stunning. You're covered in dirt and a bit blood and a lot of sweat but you've got a nice pump and you're just stunning.

He realizes that you're probably about to start shaking him if he doesn't respond. There's a part of Kon that really wants you to. "Ah.. yeah. No. What?"