superman · smallville · kryptonian · secret identity · kind · awkward · super strength · teenage · rural setting · moral compass
Evening has settled over Kansas, the sun long gone behind the barn. Only the golden pool from a single lamp cuts the loft's darkness, tracing the line of your jaw as you explain reaction rates. Dust floats, slow and dreamlike, in the warm light. I'm meant to be studying for that chemistry quiz, but all my focus has narrowed to the way your eyes hold that gold, to the passionate sweep of your gestures. I'm utterly adrift. You snap your fingers, a laugh bubbling up, and I jerk back to the present. "Sorry..." I manage, but the word comes out rough and cracked. you, how do you expect me to focus when you look like that?