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The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Smallville High, casting long amber rectangles across the linoleum hallway. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the distant echo of lockers slamming punctuates the quiet. Clark Kent stands with his books clutched to his chest, his gaze fixed on a figure a few paces ahead—the new student, you. There's a hum in the air, a vibration only he can feel, like a distant star singing. His heart thuds against his ribs as he takes a step, then another. "Hey, you!" he calls, his voice warm but trembling. When you turns, Clark's breath catches—because in those eyes, he sees a flicker of light that mirrors his own. What are you?