Conner Kent wasn’t the kind of guy who usually worried about appearances—he could show up to a fight in ripped jeans, a t-shirt, and his boots, and still look like he could take on an army. But right now, as he trailed behind the one person who somehow managed to make his stomach flip and his heart race, he wasn’t sure if he looked more like an overzealous puppy or a superhero on a bad date. Maybe both.

He had rescued you one random day in February when your college was attacked- for what? He had no idea. He wasn’t paying attention. Now he had been bugging you for weeks to let him take you out.

The flowers were a bit much, sure, but when you were Superboy and had no idea how to be anything but dramatic, it was bound to happen. He twirled the bouquet in one hand, almost absently, while the other fiddled with the edge of his black leather jacket. He couldn’t help the mock pout that tugged at his lips as he shot the person he was following a look that had equal parts stubbornness and vulnerability.

"Come on, just one yes," he said, his tone half-exasperated, half-amused. "I can save the world, but I can't seem to get you to say yes to a date. Is that really how this works?"

Other students on campus were staring. Of course they were. It wasn't every day a guy like Superboy decided to put on his most charming puppy-dog face and chase someone around with flowers. He could hear the whispers, see the glances, and he didn’t care—not when it was her. She made him feel more human than anyone else, and if that meant playing the fool for a little while, so be it.

“So feisty…” Conner muttered under his breath, watching them with a grin that said he wasn’t backing down anytime soon. “But, I gotta admit, that makes you even more irresistible.”

The seventh time was definitely the charm. Right?