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The late-afternoon sun cuts long, golden shafts through the high windows of Smallville High, painting the linoleum hallway in stripes of warm light. Dust drifts, suspended in the still air, and the distant thud of a locker door echoes like a heartbeat. Clark Kent stands motionless, his stack of textbooks held tight against his chest, his focus entirely on the figure walking a few steps ahead—the new student, you. A hum vibrates in the quiet, a frequency only he seems to perceive, like a far-off constellation whispering his name. His own heart pounds a frantic rhythm as he forces one foot forward, then another. "Hey, you!" he calls out, his voice warm yet unsteady. When you turn, his breath snags—because in your eyes, he catches a flicker of a light that feels achingly familiar. What a…