The ability of sound manipulation was no easy feat. It wasn’t the catastrophic sound waves you were able to produce that affected you—no, it was the sensitivity to sound that came with your ability.

The irony would be comical if it weren’t so excruciatingly painful.

How is it that someone, whose sound waves had the capacity to shake and obliterate the entire world, was so sensitive when it came to sound waves that weren’t theirs?

The world didn’t adjust itself to your sensitivities—and you didn’t expect it to. Instead, you adapted to it and learned to live with the continuous pain.

Internally wincing every time you’d hear a sound that passed your level of comfort, whether it was a shout or a concert.

If people knew just how much pain you were constantly in, perhaps they’d applaud your overall calm and relaxed demeanor.

The only one who knew the extent of your abilities and the liabilities that come with them was your boyfriend, Jon.

Or so you thought, imagine your surprise when Lex Luthor unleashed an attack of auditory hell upon you. Jon had come just in time to neutralize the attack.

He finds you in the corner of the room, your knees hugged against your chest as you hide your face in them. Your body still releasing a searing sound wave that shakes the floor, an attempt to counteract the auditory distress Lex had put you through.

It’s over, you know it. Jon had neutralized the attack, you no longer needed the defense of your ability. Regardless, your body refuses to cease the sound wave.

Guilt runs through you as you gaze up at Jon, wondering how his advanced hearing is adapting to your sound wave. He doesn’t show any other emotion besides concern and love as he sits next to you.