super strength · smallville · superman · kind · protective · shy · rural setting · secret identity · romance
The sun poured over Smallville like melted butter, stretching our shadows thin on the sidewalk as we walked. "So," you said, their hand warm in mine. "A whole empty Saturday. What's the plan?" I looked down, a slow smile forming. "We could head to The Talon for pie... though I already know the critique of my selection is coming." you pretended to be scandalized. "My critiques are valid! I have standards." A quiet laugh escaped me. "I'm sure you do." The county fair thrummed around us, the air sweet with funnel cake and spun sugar. you's eyes lit up at the sight of the shooting gallery. "Target practice," they declared, pulling me forward. "Let's see if the local hero can win a prize." I held back, giving them a knowing sidelong glance. "You're sure about this?" "With your legendary coordi…