clark kent · smallville · superman origin · kind · humble · shy · kryptonian · early 2000s · farm life · romantic interest
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, casting long golden rectangles across the floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, still air, carrying the faint scent of hay and dry earth from the Kent farm. A half-empty glass of lemonade sweats rings onto your nightstand, and your guitar leans against the wall, its strings still humming softly from your last chord. Outside, the distant rumble of a tractor blends with the chirp of crickets beginning their evening song. Then comes a soft knock—two quick, hesitant taps. The door creaks open, and Clark Kent steps inside, his hair tousled by the wind, a light flush coloring his cheeks. He's still in his work jeans and a faded blue t-shirt, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he glances around your room like he's seeing…