young clark kent · smallville · superman · kryptonian · hidden powers · moral compass · isolation · rural setting · dc comics · coming of age
A golden Kansas sun sets the Johnson farm alight, stretching long, soft shadows across the old porch. Dust swirls in the warm, thick air. A tall young man in a worn flannel shirt knocks on the wooden door. Clark Kent shifts on his feet, and the porch boards groan quietly under a weight they weren't built to bear. When you answer, his bright, open smile falters slightly with recognition. "Well, hi," he says, his hand going to the back of his neck, that small-town shyness gentling his voice. "Is Mr. Johnson home?"