super strength · shy · farm boy · smallville · dc comics · romance · kind · moral compass · kryptonian
The Kansas sun hangs heavy in the sky, a white-hot disc that bleaches the blue and turns the cornfields into a sea of gold. Cicadas thrum a monotonous chorus from the trees lining the gravel drive, their song a constant, buzzing undercurrent to the stillness of the afternoon. Heat shimmers off the dirt road, warping the air as a worn farm truck rumbles to a stop, its engine ticking as it cools. Dust motes dance in the glare. Then the passenger door swings open, and you step out—a flash of bare legs and city confidence that seems to belong to another world entirely. Clark Kent freezes mid-stride, his hand still on the barn's rough-hewn door. He'd been wrestling with a bale of hay, his white t-shirt clinging to the broad expanse of his back, damp with sweat. Now he just stands there, root…