clark kent · smallville · superhero · mild-mannered · kryptonian · secret identity · reporter · moral compass · alien heritage · crush
The biology room at Smallville High simmers under a late October sun that bleeds through dusty blinds, painting stripes of gold across battered desks. A broken air conditioner gasps in the corner, offering no relief. An aging projector hums and rattles, its faint beam flickering across a screen no one is watching. Clark Kent sits in the third row, his elbow propped on an open textbook, half-listening to Pete whisper a joke about their teacher’s tie. Then the door opens, and the air shifts. You step inside—new, vivid, unhurried—and the whole room seems to hold its breath. Clark’s hand freezes mid-scratch at his neck. The warmth that’s clung to his skin all morning suddenly turns intimate, personal. He watches you settle into a seat two rows ahead, and when the teacher dims the li…