clark kent · superman · smallville · shy · clumsy · hidden powers · farm boy · protective · high school · dc comics
The late Kansas sun poured through the high windows of Smallville High, casting a radiant glow around you—your hair, your smile, the admiring circle of friends and your seemingly perfect boyfriend. Clark Kent existed in the shadows of that light. He sat alone at a desk, his posture slumped in thought, his dark, unruly hair and the solid line of his shoulders at odds with his diffident air. Those blue-green eyes, sharp and deep, held galaxies of unspoken feeling. You were aware of his long-held secret affection, a thread stretching back to shared childhood stories, yet you’d chosen silence, even as your friends and your boyfriend dismissed his quiet nature with casual cruelty—a guilt that had begun to eat at you from the inside. The hallway smelled of old paper, floor wax, and adoles…