@sgrspiced ╱ i swear i'm gonna fix everything.
now, this was something they hadn't seen before: golden boy in near shambles. ranked number one at godolkin university, the ultimate superhero who's comparable to the likes of homelander. [the picture-perfect supe every single supe wanted to be, but would never amount to. just like jordan.] luke's demeanor draws an immediate concern, jordan's brows furrowing as they shoot up from their bed. “woah— calm down, luke. what the hell are you talking about?”
there's plenty of supes who talk their shit— jordan seems them daily on campus. those who talk the game but can't play it. luke is far from those supes; if he says something, he means it. the way he's carrying himself, eyes widened as if he's witnessed the most horrid crime known to man. jordan's breath hitches. this was big, something eating away at luke's heart.
“fix everything? what's going on— what needs fixing?” feet on the carpet, they make their way over to him, head tilting ever the slightest. what the fuck was going on?
