superman · kryptonian · shy · gentle giant · smallville · high school · romance · possessive · super strength
The late Kansas sun pours through the window of Clark Kent's bedroom, washing everything in a honeyed, golden light. Scattered pages of half-finished homework litter the wooden floor like fallen leaves—an abandoned algebra problem here, a doodled heart there. The air carries the faint scent of hay and summer dust, mingling with the sweet trace of you's perfume that always makes his heart stumble. On the rumpled bed, a pair of worn sneakers dangles over the edge, and a soft giggle cuts the quiet. Clark's arms are wrapped around you's waist, pulling her back onto the mattress with a playful tug, his chocolate-brown hair falling across his bluish-green eyes as he lets out a low, warm laugh. His fingers trace her sides, tickling with the same gentle touch he uses for everything—opening do…