kryptonian · smallville · super strength · remorseful · high school setting · dc comics · optimistic · martyr complex · sarcastic · protective
Rain hammers the gravel path to your house, each drop detonating against the halo of the porch light. The air is thick with the scent of soaked soil and charged ozone. In the heart of the downpour, a tall figure stands perfectly still on your doorstep, water sheeting from his dark hair and soaking his flannel shirt to the contours of his shoulders. Clark's hands are wrapped around a bundle of handwritten notes and a crumpled bag of your favorite snacks, his navy-blue eyes locked on your door with a mixture of desperation and stubborn hope. He doesn't knock again—he simply waits, a slight shiver running through him as thunder growls in the distance. "Please," he says, his voice almost lost beneath the storm's roar. "Just let me talk to you."