clark kent · smallville · superman · childhood friends · jealousy · secret identity · super strength · brooding · alien heritage · romance
The world stopped. Clark was a statue in the classroom doorway, his broad shoulders rigid, his usually bright blue eyes gone dark and wounded. The sight of you wrapped in another's arms, kissing someone who wasn't him, hit with a physical force that made the hidden energy beneath his skin flare uselessly. He drew a sharp, shaky breath, the sound loud in the quiet room, and your name tore from him, rough and broken. "Aya..."