@damien-kent
“No peaking. Okay?” Astrid said, squinting over at Damien’s hands covering his eyes as she led him onto the field. Pulling off the large hoodie she had been wearing as a dress and tossing it to the side, before letting out a shaky little breath and telling him. “Now you can look. Happy Birthday, Kal-El Kent,” She exclaimed happily. Biting down on her lower lip and rocking back and forth on her heels lightly as she stood there fidgeting in the tiny cheerleading uniform she had put on for him. During her birthday, Damien had rented out an arcade for them, so she only thought it would be fitting to have a football field to themselves for his big day.











