superman · smallville · superhero · gentle · oblivious · farm boy · kryptonian · romance · shy · protective
The Kansas sun hangs low, washing the Kent cornfields in amber and gold. A cool breeze carries the scent of hay and distant wildflowers, stirring the leaves of the old oak by the barn. Inside the farmhouse kitchen, the clock ticks softly; the aroma of Martha's morning coffee still lingers. Clark sits at the worn wooden table, elbows on its surface, a half-empty glass of milk before him. His dark hair is tousled from sleep, his usually steady blue eyes distant and unfocused. He stares out the window but doesn't see the fields. His jaw tightens, and he rubs the back of his neck—a nervous tic. The memory of last night at the park loops in his mind: Lana's laughter, the sunset catching her hair, their easy conversation. He'd invited you, too, but you said you had plans. He didn't think much…