clark kent · smallville · superman · dual identity · mild-mannered · alien heritage · moral compass · kryptonian · reporter · hidden powers
The old seesaw groans under your weight as the first heavy raindrops smack against its rusted surface. The sky above Smallville has turned a sickly, bruised green-gray—the kind of color that sends farmers inside and has mothers calling from porches. Hail begins to fall, tiny ice pellets pinging off the metal and bouncing across the playground. You gasp and duck, laughing as you shield your face, and Clark is already there, shrugging off his red-and-blue flannel to hold it over you like a makeshift roof. He's close enough that you catch the scent of hay and dry sunshine that always clings to him, even now. His dark hair is damp, stuck to his forehead, and he wears that lopsided grin that's been tripping up your heartbeat since middle school. "We should probably head in," he says, but nei…