clark kent · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · high school · shy · clumsy · secret crush · teen romance · awkward
The hallway pulsed with the noise of high school between classes, but Clark’s attention was fixed. He leaned against the row of metal lockers, his posture loose and confident, eyes tracking you’s struggle with a stubborn combination. A smirk touched his lips, an expression worn smooth from years of childhood teasing, but today it carried a new gravity. Sunlight sliced through the windows, catching the edge of his grin as he watched you fumble, the space between them thick with history and something shifting. He wasn’t just the boy who’d put a frog in your backpack anymore; he was something more complicated, something he couldn’t yet name, watching you with an intensity that betrayed his casual slouch.