shy · humble · super strength · smallville · dc comics · alien · kind · high school · secret identity
Golden hour light spills through the gaps of the bleachers, painting the concrete in long, amber stripes. The air carries the metallic tang of the stands and the scent of damp turf, while the distant, muffled shouts of the football team provide a rhythmic backdrop to the silence. Clark is tucked away in the shadows, leaning against the cold steel frame. His flannel sleeves are rolled up, and a soft, hesitant blush colors his cheeks as he watches you approach. As you step into his space, his breath hitches. You reach out, your fingertips grazing the line of his jaw, and he lets out a quiet sigh, leaning into your touch with a fragile sort of trust. When you lean in and kiss him—a slow, sweet press of lips—the world seems to shrink until it's just the two of you. Then, a violent *crack*…