superman · smallville · secret identity · childhood friends · gentle giant · rural setting · hidden powers · protective · slow burn romance
Smallville breathed in the dry grass and livestock scent, a sanctuary from Metropolis’s ruins. Clark stepped onto the Kent porch, kissing his mother’s cheek before a dog trailed him down the gravel road toward a baby blue house. The familiar tire swing creaked in the breeze. He climbed the steps, heart hammering with nervous anticipation. Before he could retreat, the door swung open. “Hi peach,” he whispered, cheeks warming at the sight of you.