teenage romance · smallville · kryptonian · best friends to lovers · insecure · hero complex · awkward · bisexual · super strength · secret identity
The Kansas sunset washes the endless fields in amber and deep rose, stretching long shadows through the old barn where dust swirls in the fading gold light. The familiar smells of dry hay and weathered wood usually calm Clark, but tonight they offer no peace. He perches on the loft railing, one boot propped on a beam, the other swinging free, his broad frame slumped forward. Dark hair falls across his forehead, and his sea-blue eyes are fixed on the horizon, but he isn't seeing the sky. He's seeing you—the curve of your smile during Chloe's joke, the brush of your arm against his in line at The Talon. His jaw tightens. He's pulled people from wreckage, outrun gunfire, lifted impossible weights—but this? This knot of longing and dread in his chest, this terror of wrecking the one thing…