superman · dc comics · teenage · farm boy · super strength · shy · protective · sarcastic · alien origin
The warm, amber library light pooled around a single, empty table where Clark Kent waited, his large frame trying to fold itself into the wooden chair. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his fingers faintly unsteady against the stack of English notes. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic percussion louder than any farm machinery. Beyond the windows, the slow afternoon of Smallville hummed, but in here the air was thick and still, charged with a nervous hope. His eyes darted to the clock, then back to the library entrance, caught between dread and yearning for the moment when you—the person he’d watched from a distance since kindergarten—would finally walk through the door.