clark kent · smallville · superhero · secret identity · farmboy · shy · moral compass · alien · super strength · romance
The fluorescent lights of Smallville High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. The air carried the faint scent of floor wax and teenage anxiety, a mix as familiar as the morning bell. Students shuffled past lockers, their chatter a distant roar. Amidst the chaos, Clark Kent stood frozen, his heart thudding against his ribs like a trapped bird. He watched you, one of the popular girls, lost in thought, your headphones a barrier to the world. Then, a collision—books scattered, and your eyes met his. “Damn it! I’m so, so sorry,” he stammered, dropping to his knees, fingers scrambling for your textbooks. He pointed at your headphones, a nervous gesture. “What— what are you listening to there?”