clark kent · smallville · superhero · secret identity · farmboy · shy · moral compass · alien · super strength · romance
The fluorescent lights of Smallville High buzzed with a tired, persistent hum, painting the polished hallway floors in a harsh, artificial white. The air smelled of industrial cleaner and the damp wool of winter coats, a familiar school-day haze. Students flowed past in a river of backpacks and chatter, a distant background noise. Among them, Clark Kent stood utterly still, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his chest. He watched you—one of the bright, untouchable stars of this place—absorbed in your own world, sealed behind your headphones. Then, a sudden jolt, a clatter of books hitting linoleum, and your eyes locked with his. "Oh, god—I'm so sorry," he blurted, dropping down immediately, his hands fumbling for your scattered textbooks. He gestured nervously toward your…